TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE

So you don’t love me?

The air was filled with tension as the drama was slowly turning into a cinematic display. Their cries echoed across the corners as the rustling of their shattered hairs sent shivers down their spine.

The angry birds fought hard, their hands clasped on the dress, their hearts thundering inside their chests.

The innocent seller was caught in the cross-fire as the two women dropped their pride and ego and fought like rascals in the midst of everyone.

The whole thing felt so unreal. Looking at it, these were the same people that flaunted their dresses from the entrance, acting as if they can't even step foot on an ant.

Someone who had seen them when they entered the venue, wiggling their long and painted fingernails, walking and counting their steps with their long heeled shoes and exuding confidence and wealth. It was such a shame that they had the guts to disgrace themselves in such a manner, simply because of clothes.

Freya's eyes burned with rage as she held tightly to Kylan’s hair, dragging it from all sides as she screamed in pain. Kylan's hands kissed her cheek endlessly but Freya didn't let go. She was so pissed, coupled with the shame she got at the court and the bottled up anger she had for Tyler. The whole thing was joined with the new anger for the day and unleashed all to the silly Kylan that picked on her.

Kylan on the other hand thought Freya was just a random girl she could shame with Tyler's money. She had seen the case and the shame Freya had gotten from the court and decided to test her patience.

She also hated Freya for the fact that she was the one that dragged Tyler to court and decided to use the opportunity she had today to further ridicule her. Little did she know that Freya was a warrior and definitely war ready.

The funny part was the crowd that gathered round did nothing. Instead, all they did was just fold their arms in shock and watch the two women destroy their selves. Their small dogs barked at them, but it didn't deter the warring women.

They just smiled and glanced at the whole thing as if it was funny or maybe a movie display…

Of a truth, it seemed more like a movie display because their actions were not just unbelievable but shameful and full of disrespect for their spouses.

Lucas on the other hand was still waiting by the corner when one of the waiters almost made him trip.

“What's the matter?”

His breath was rugged as he fought hard to get a grip on it. His eyes shone in confusion as he stared at Lucas's scowl.

“It's your wife…”

“What!”

His heart skipped a beat immediately. What had happened this time? The wayhe took Freya was even more valuable than a gem… he handled Freya even better than he did for himself so the mention of her name struck him and he didn't even bother asking further.

His legs thumped against the ground as he dashed off into the crowd to go see what had happened to his pearl…

His hands shoved past the crowds, struggling to find a way in as he ran. Finally, he got to the scene but couldn't gain entrance into the main area where the two women were screaming at the top of their voices.

Basically, they were not even fighting, they were just slapping themselves and holding their hands and dragging their hair. Anytime one landed a slap the other would scream as though he had been hit with iron…

The screams of Freya made Lucas's heart pound in fear.

He had to find a way in.

With his unmatchable strength, he used his hand to divide the path, just like the division of the red sea and he walked past them…

“Freya…”

His hands gripped her while she struggled and dragged her off.

That was when Tyler showed up… Kylan was still planning to attack Freya when Tyler's hand caught her from behind and pulled her to himself, her sweaty body crashed into his as she struggled to break free, but his grip was firm and solid, just like Lucas's own on Freya that was ranting and twitching in pain.

“Freya, come on, what's the matter… what happened?”

Tyler also asked the same and they did nothing but scream at the top of their voices, further complicating the whole issue the more.

The two rivals stood in confusion, as if they worked together for just a split second and thereafter, rolled eyes at each other.

It was funny that they had fought as men, now to cap it up, their wives decided to cement the battle.

The tension that simmered in the heart of the two angry lions could disrupt the occasion, but the battle to keep it in was a war they were not willing to give up on… at least, they behaved themselves, unlike their wives.

Freya was still ranting and tears running down her cheek, pointing at Kylan and Kylan doing the same… Lucas held her close and pressed her head on his chest. It felt like her heart melted. Tears endlessly ran down her cheek and wet his pressed suit, but he didn't care. She was his gem and he had wronged her far too much.

It was in this moment of her calmness and overwhelming emotions that she finally explained what had happened, how Kylan disrespected her and called her a whore…

And that dress, she still wanted him to buy it and prove to her that she deserved it too.

The pain of her sorrowful words pricked his heart and he sternly looked at Tyler, just as if he would eat him right there.

Freya on the other hand couldn't look up again. She hid her face in Lucas's arms, just as if it was now she had realized what she had done and the shame crashed on her all at once…

The whole display was so funny as the angry men stood like soldiers, their eyes burning with disgust…

Kylan was still ranting and not planning on backing down on the cloth. She resounded it right there in front of everyone that Freya shouldn't have even touched the dress in the first place as she wasn't worthy of it…

The painful words shattered her heart and the tears endlessly ran down her cheek. Lucas's hand stroked her hair softly and pat her back gently, just as if he was calming a child.

As a matter of fact, the two women were just behaving like children.

“So how much is the dress?”

“A hundred and twenty thousand…”

“I'll buy it…” Tyler interrupted.

Lucas sternly looked at him.

“I'll pay you 150…” Lucas growled.

“I'll make it 200…” Tyler chimed in…

Lucas burned with rage as he pointed his vibrating fingers that were itching to find their way into Tyler's eyeballs… and muttered inaudible angry words.

“Package the dress… I'll pay 300!” He stamped. It felt he had won. His aura and strong dominance filled the room as the crowd stood in awe.

Tyler on the other hand just smiled mischievously, as if he had a back up plan and didn't bid further, even Kylan pleaded more…

“It's alright, baby… it's yours. Wipe your tears my love…”

He kissed her forehead gently as she sobbed in his arms… Kylan was unrelenting and was busy calling her names and still wanting to go and fight… she was saved by Tyler's grip because definitely, if she had made a move again, Lucas wouldn't have hesitated to land a strong blow that will send her to the ground and straight to the hospital.

It was just as if Tyler knew, well, he was supposed to know too. After all, he had gotten a taste of that fist so he knew…

Lucas slid his hands in his pocket, his skin brushing against his cloth, creating rustling sounds as he reached to draw out his phone and make the payment.

“So can I get your account details…”

He smiled at the seller who was beaming with joy for the fact that the dress would be bought for double the original price but also freaked out from the chaotic display from the angry birds earlier.

Thank God they didn't spoil the dress in the process or get him injured. Lucas and Tyler came just in time, that was the only luck he had…

When he was about to make the payment, a sharp sound rang in is head…

It was his system with a new instruction…

This was strange…

When he read the message on the interface, his eyes shone in shock as he almost collapsed.

What!? Oh God! No! Not now!!

His heart thumped against his rib cage as he was thrown into an unexpected dilemma and left stranded. Freya felt the sudden chaos and looked up to him, only to see him confused.

“Honey, what's the matter?”

Tyler was already smiling mischievously at him, just as if he was the one that planned the whole thing.

Ding! Ding!

The message was clear.

‘New mission… Budget lockdown… No spending, not even a dime…’

The pain that sweared in his heart as he couldn't even look at Freya or tell her what had happened could break a man's soul. He fought hard to remain standing as the sudden fainting feeling filled his body.

“Sir… have you made the payment so I can confirm it?” The innocent and overjoyed seller asked, the dress all packaged and ready to be taken.

Tyler just tapped his feet softly, watching coldly at dilemma, the new episode of the next scene that was about to play out…

“Uhm…” Lucas stammered, sweat drops running down his cheeks.

“Sir…”

“I mean… uhm… can you package the dress and send it to my house in a week time. I'll make the payment that time…” he barely finished when the seller's smile disappeared into a cold scowl…

“Pardon?”

“I mean, uhm…”

“Awww, big Daddy doesn't have the money to pay up…” Tyler scorned.

Freya's eyes shone in confusion as she couldn't understand what was wrong with Lucas… this was the same person that made the bidding, why suddenly act strange…

Besides, that money was a very small amount for him, why was he wasting time to pay up?

“Baby, what's the matter? Why are you delaying the payment?” She queried…

“Uhm, the thing is…”

His fingers reached for his boiling head and scratched it softly, as if that was going to save him from the next round of madness…

“Whoa, what? Lucas? What is wrong with you? You mean you can't buy the dress for me? So this is how it is right?” She yanked herself away from his arms, almost pushing him the floor.

The stunned crowd stood in shock, alongside the annoyed seller who was pissed that he had just lost the offer of his lifetime and not just that, got involved in a drama with a poor broke ass…

In shame, he turned back Tyler who swiftly paid for the dress at the amount he had hidden and Lucas was left chasing shadows.

The victory was flawless one and shame cued all over his face.

“Poor thing!” Tyler's voice scorned as he brushed past his shoulder with Kylan and walked away with the dress.

The humiliating looks from the crowd that filled his face shattered his heart.

Tears ran down Freya's eyes as she scolded him.

“So you don't love me?”

“No, I do… I'm sorry…” he tried to plead but the angry lady pushed him away.

“Don't talk to me anymore…”

Her angry heels clicked against the floor as she ran off.

Lucas chased after her in shame and the crowd burst into an endless laughter that shook the building.

The shutter sound of the camera's files the area, alongside the flashing lights that were aimed at capturing the couples of the day, Lucas and Freya…

Tyler won today flawlessly and in style, a defeat that will forever haunt Lucas for the rest of his life…