The Billionaire’s Revenge System

Chapter 4 – VVIP Feast at the Platinum Apartment

Vivian led Raymond Xavier into the suite, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. She picked up the phone and instructed the room service staff to prepare the finest dishes, to be delivered directly to the suite.

Raymond’s eyes widened when an array of luxurious foods and drinks appeared before him. The spread was lavish: oyster sauce crab, roast duck, Wagyu steak, lamb satay, beef soup, honey-glazed roasted chicken, soda, fine wine, melon, and green apples.

It was impossible for one man to finish it all. Raymond looked at Vivian and said, “Vivian, why don’t you invite Selina, Rachel, and Aaron to join me? Let’s enjoy this together.”

“Of course, sir. Shall we sit first?” Vivian asked politely.

“Please, Vivian, Selina, Rachel, and Aaron, have a seat,” Raymond said with a smile.

“What’s the occasion, sir?” Vivian inquired.

“Simple. I ordered all this food to eat, not to waste. It’s far too much for me alone,” he explained.

“We really don’t need to eat, sir. Just accompanying you is enough,” Selina offered.

“I insist! I can’t finish it alone. Please, join me,” Raymond urged.

The four exchanged glances, silently agreeing. They sat carefully, a mix of nervousness and excitement—having never dined with a client like Raymond before.

Raymond ate heartily, savoring every bite. The others watched in awe, hesitant to speak, impressed by his appetite and composure.

After the meal, Raymond leaned back with a satisfied sigh.

“Thank you for joining me. I’m going to rest now. You may return to your duties—but here’s a little tip,” he said, handing each of them $50.

“Thank you, sir,” they said in unison, smiling.

“Oh, and here’s my number—and Selina’s, in case you need anything,” Vivian added.

“I’ll contact you both if needed,” Raymond replied.

“We are ready to serve you, sir,” they said together, beaming.

Raymond settled onto the bed, then summoned the System.

“System…”

[Ding!]

“Yes, Master. How may I assist you?”

“Create a Black Card for me, top it up, and also refill the balance in my other account.”

[Ding!] “Of course, Master. The Black Card has unlimited funds and is stored in your System inventory. Your other account has been credited with one billion.”

“Thank you, System. You’re the best.”

[“Always, Master.”]

Raymond leaned back, the realization hitting him. “I am now one of the richest men in the world. This is limitless wealth. I will build companies, create jobs, help the needy, and punish the corrupt.”

He envisioned a business empire—power and influence balanced to create a solid foundation. Exhausted from planning, Raymond drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, he entered a room filled with weapons, books, gold, and a Black Card embossed in gold. A radiant light spoke:

“Raymond, use the blessings granted to you wisely. Apply the knowledge and wealth you have gained to help those in need. Use the Black Card responsibly.”

The light vanished. Raymond awoke, head throbbing. He rushed to the bathroom to cool down. Five minutes later, he emerged, changed into the outfit he had purchased, and prepared to scout for an apartment.

“System, find me a luxurious apartment,” he instructed.

[Ding!] “Understood, Master. The Platinum Business Apartment is available. You can purchase it through the System store.”

“Really? I didn’t know that,” Raymond said, surprised.

[“You never asked, Master.”]

“Apologies, System. I’ll buy it now,” he said, opening the System store. He scrolled through options: standard units at $5 million, mid-tier units at $2 million, and penthouses at $35 million.

“Buy all the units,” Raymond commanded.

[Ding!] [“Confirmed, Master.”]

[Ding!] [“Purchasing Platinum Business Apartment—total cost $400 million—completed. Records stored in System inventory.”]

“Perfect. Now to see the property.”

Raymond left the suite, stepped into the elevator, and descended. Staff greeted him politely along the way.

“Good evening, Mr. Raymond,” they said. He nodded and smiled.

Outside, he hailed a taxi to the Platinum Business Apartment on Crestview Avenue. Upon arrival, he approached the thirty-story building—but a security guard blocked him.

“Sorry, sir. This area is private. Only for the wealthy,” the guard sneered.

Raymond revealed his confidence. “Don’t be arrogant. I own this apartment.”

The guard raised his baton angrily. “Step aside, or this will break your arms and legs.”

Raymond met his gaze sharply. “Go ahead, if you dare.”

The guard lunged, but Raymond, trained by the System’s martial arts program, dodged and struck swiftly.

“Bugh… Bugh… Braaak!”

The guard staggered, spitting blood, crashing against the railing. Seething, he prepared to attack again—but footsteps approached.

“Brandon! What’s going on here? I heard fighting,” a voice called.

Brandon pointed at Raymond. “He’s the one, sir. He attacked me.”

The head guard approached. Raymond calmly explained, “I am the rightful owner of this building.”

After checking the documents and ID Raymond produced, the head guard’s eyes widened.

“My apologies, young master. I failed to greet you properly. I am Jono, and this rude subordinate will be disciplined immediately.”

Brandon trembled, falling to his knees. “Please, don’t fire me, sir! My wife is pregnant, and my child’s schooling depends on me!”

Raymond’s gaze softened slightly. “Learn to respect others, regardless of attire. This is your final warning.”

Meanwhile, Frederick, the building manager, arrived breathless. After confirming Raymond’s ownership, he bowed.

“Welcome, young master. I am Frederick, head manager. Please follow me.”

Raymond toured the property—the bar, office, and two spacious bedrooms. He sampled champagne, savoring its bittersweet warmth.

“This is a dream… I need to build myself into an even stronger man,” he murmured.

The next morning, sunlight poured through the windows.

[Ding!] “Good morning, Master. Daily login?”

“Yes, System. Log me in.”

[“Congratulations, Master. You’ve earned Master-level driving skills.”]

“Master-level driving? Explain.”

[“You can now drive motorcycles, cars, planes, and ships.”]

Raymond laughed. “Perfect. Let’s test it.”

[“Installing now, Master. Please wait.”]

A brilliant light enveloped his forehead, memories of every driving technique flooding his mind.

“5%… Aaaah, my head… 25%… 50%… 75%… 100%! Done.”

“Ouch! You should’ve warned me, System!” Raymond muttered, rubbing his temples.

“Now… time to try these new skills,” he thought, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.