The System's Rejected Billionaire

Chapter 6

Jayson sat in his plush living room, sipping his hot tea and enjoying the warm sunshine streaming through the window.

He had spent the previous day exploring his new mansion and was still getting used to its grandeur. He had also visited his mother in the care center and paid off her past bills. He also gave her a lot of money that will get her comfortable.

As he flipped through the TV channels, he stumbled upon a live interview with his ex-wife, Erica. She was sitting cozily next to her new boyfriend, the famous actor, a smug-looking man with a fake smile.

The interviewer, a well-known journalist, was asking Erica questions about her new relationship. But then, she turned to the topic of Jayson.

"So, Erica, how do you respond to critics who say you left your ex-husband for someone wealthier?" the journalist asked.

Erica's expression turned venomous. "Jayson was never good enough for me. He was lazy and unmotivated. I was the one who supported him throughout our marriage."

Jayson's eyes narrowed as he listened to her lies. He had been the one who worked hard to provide for her, while she spent his money lavishly.

Jayson's anger simmered just below the surface. How dare she? She had no idea what he was capable of.

The interviewer turned to Erica's new boyfriend. "And what do you think about Jayson? Do you see him as a threat?"

The boyfriend sneered. "Jayson is a joke. He'll never be able to compete with me."

Jayson's eyes flashed with anger. He had had enough of their lies and insults. He turned off the TV and stood up, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He swore to make her pay.

Jayson's anger boiled over as he watched the TV interview.

He couldn't believe the lies Erica and her new boyfriend were spewing about him. He clenched his fists, swearing to make them pay for their deceit.

Just as he was about to take a step towards the TV, the system voice echoed in his head, calm and authoritative.

{Host is expected to save a young lady at the brink of death. Failure to do so will lead to death.}

Jayson's anger faltered, replaced by a sense of urgency. What was going on? Who was this young lady, and why was he supposed to save her?

The system voice continued, its tone unyielding. {The young lady is located at 345 Elm Street. She has been injured in a car accident and is bleeding profusely. You have 10 minutes to reach her.}

The system warned him. Jayson was caught in shock and didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t like he had medical knowledge so how was he expected to save someone?

But then he couldn’t just stay at home so he stormed out of the house.

Jayson's heart racing, he arrived at 345 Elm Street, the address the system had given him. But as he looked around, his confusion grew.

There was no one in sight. No injured young lady, no car accident, no signs of distress. Just an empty sidewalk and a quiet street.

But where was she? Jayson looked around frantically.

He even checked the nearby alleyways, but there was no sign of anyone in distress.

He felt a wave of panic wash over him. Has the system made a mistake? Was this some kind of test?

He tried to call out for help, but his voice was hoarse from anxiety. He cleared his throat and tried again, louder this time. "Hello? Is anyone there? I'm here to help!"

But only silence responded.

After searching for who to save in the steer and didn’t find anyone he decided to go into a bar to have a drink.

He had been so sure that he would find someone to save, but now he was left with nothing but questions.

He decided to take a break and clear his head. A drink at a nearby bar seemed like just what he needed.

He pushed open the door and stepped inside the bar, the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses enveloped him.

Jayson made his way to the bar and took a seat, ordering a whiskey on the rocks and some tequila shots.

Jayson's drink arrived, and he took a sip, feeling the smooth liquid burn down his throat. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth spread through his chest.

As Jayson sipped his third glass of whiskey, he noticed a commotion at the other end of the bar. A man was standing over a woman, his face red with anger, his voice raised in a threatening tone.

The woman, looking frightened, tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge.

Jayson's instincts kicked in, and he smiled to himself, knowing he was about to put an end to this situation.

He walked towards them, his eyes locked on the harassing man. "Hey, buddy, I think it's time to back off," Jayson said to the man, his voice firm but calm.

The man turned to face him, his eyes flashing with aggression. "Mind your own business, pal," he growled.

Jayson stood his ground, his eyes never leaving the man's face. "I'm making it my business. Leave her alone, I won't allow you to hurt a lady under my watch."

“Get lost. What does a piece of garbage like you have to do with a conversation between me and my woman.” The man sneered.

“The garbage here is you, that is trying to hurt a woman.” Jayson retorted.

“Are you trying to tell me that you are a tough man or a superhero or perhaps, do you think you are Iron man?” The man asked rhetorically.

“Young man, it will be better for you if you just turn a blind eye and walk away.” The man added.

Jayson scoffed. “Iron man? At least iron man is tough and strong, better than some asskisser trying to hurt a lady.”

“I'll show you the consequences of annoying me.” the man snapped.

The man became angry and pulled out his phone from his pocket. “Come in boys, we have a jerk to beat up.”