TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE

A special meal

After the paparazzi had taken lots of photos, finally, he could walk away from their pestering.

His heart thumped with joy as he left the arena. However, the impending task ahead was difficult, but determination burned in his veins and he was ready to get it done.

The smile on his face beamed with radiating energy as he wheeled the car into the garage.

The door slid open and majestically, his legs moved like a King out of it. The echo of the beeping after he locked the car sang in his ears and warmed his soul.

This feeling was long lost and he allowed it to sink in deep. However, Lucas had won tonight and every winner deserves a good night rest which was his next course of action.

The door creaked open and his towering presence filled the room. However, the air was consumed by the captivating scent and aroma of a sumptuous meal that was peacefully lying on the table, waiting to be wiped off from the surface of the earth.

It called him – come and have me.

However, Freya wasn't home yet? Who could have prepared the dish?

Footsteps echoed upstairs and his senses went on high alert. His heart drummed softly, patiently waiting to see the ghost of the moment.

Lo and behold, it was Dianna, Freya's mom.

His eyes shone in disbelief.

“How are you son?” She smiled, her eyes glowing with mischief.

He was speechless and stood awestruck, wondering what could have warranted the surprise.

Even though he has called her earlier about Richard, they never had any discussion of her coming over.

“Yeah… I'm fine.”

He calmly examined her poised appearance, turning as she circled round the table, setting the dishes.

“I just wanted to surprise you, Lucas. You're famous now my boy. You beat Richard…”

He chuckled softly and let out a deep sigh of relief.

“Yeah… yeah. It wasn't an easy one though…” he feigned.

“But you won. That's all that matters.”

She had arranged the table and dished the food into a plate for him. The food begged to be eaten. The vibrant colors of the vegetables sprinkled on the saucy rice, alongside the fat chicken laps that sat majestically on top of it drew his attention.

Dianna smiled warmly at him, caressing his neck. Her fingers loosened his tie and caressed his bruised face.

“Every winner deserves a good meal. Eat…”

He forced a smile… The aroma of the food had gotten into his head. It was registered and he was dreaming how he dragged the enticing meat to pieces. His eyes showed him a thousand ways to enjoy the food, dreaming how he savoured the wonder in his mouth with a glowing smile.

At the moment, he felt like that food was the end of all his problems for the night. But despite the fact that it was his favorite, he had the habit of taking showers before eating, most especially when he comes back from work or occasions like today's own.

Even though the magnetic strength of the food forced him to have a taste, his unyielding discipline pushed him away to the bathroom.

“I need to go take a shower. I'll be back in a jiffy…”

His legs thumped upstairs and stole the smile of the frustrated Dianna. Her fingers crossed and she bit the other hard, her eyes glowing with mischief.

“At least you could have a bite first…”

The crazy dude was already upstairs, his clothes were on every corner of his room and he dashed into the bathtub, allowing the warm liquid fill his troubled soul.

After all, the food wasn't running anyway. It was all his. A hot shower first wouldn't hurt.

Dianna stood by the stairs, tapping her feet softly, her mind torturing her with endless emotions. She really wanted him to have a taste. That food was very special and his shower could have waited.

‘This was supposed to be very clean and not take time,” she thought. All the same, she still had to wait so she wouldn't seem suspicious.

Freya on the other hand had a very hectic day at work. Frustration hit her on all sides. Since she was new, she was still learning how things worked in a company filled with lots of haters but nevertheless, she still thrived.

That was the signature of the Ross family.

She couldn't even get a ride home. Lucas failed to show up and she had to walk for hours and miles home.

The moment she opened the door, she took a deep breath. The captivating scent of the well designed meal on the table captured her very essence, and it all seemed like she lost her senses at that moment.

She didn't even see Dianna standing by the rail of the stairs and just threw her bag on the chair, ready to dig into the world of endless possibilities laying peacefully before her.

Her belly rumbled angrily and this was the perfect opportunity to solve that problem.

‘Lucas is really special. He made me dinner…” she smiled and rushed to the table, still not noticing Dianna who just sternly looked at her, wondering what she was about to do.

It was clear what she was about to do. The spoon was dipped into the plate, mixing a small portion of the rice well with the sauce and the vegetables and made it's way to her mouth when her joy was cut short.

What are you doing?!” Dianna scolded and dragged the spoon from her.

Her heart skipped a beat. The shock she got from seeing Dianna unexpectedly overwhelmed her.

Tears almost escaped her eyes. She was just seconds away from having it and she stole it. Her angry belly cried the more as she sternly faced her angry mother who had splashed the sauce into her face in the process.

“What are you doing here? Why did you do that?!” She cried, her voice quivering from the impending hunger.

“I came to surprise Lucas. What is wrong with you? You just walk in and see food on the table and want to eat?”

She rolled her eyes at her. What sort of question would that be? This is her house and besides, she wasn't expecting her so she had believed it was Lucas that made the dish.

“This is my house, mom…”

Dianna didn't even allow her complete it and snapped, “yeah, it's your house. But that food wasn't meant for you. It was meant for Lucas alone!” She stamped, her cold voice echoed with finality.

The growing suspicion in Freya's eyes was noticeable as she stared long into Dianna’s eyes, wondering why she wouldn't let her own daughter have a bite of the food she cooked.

Lucas on the hand had finished bathing and was rushing downstairs when he saw the action thriller drama that was playing out in the dining room.

“Why is the food meant for only me? Why can't she have a bite?” His deep voice echoed across the room and fear ran down their spines.

“I… I…”