The Trillionaire Son-in-Law: God-Level Choice System

The New Owner

The silence that descended upon the banquet hall was absolute. It wasn't the silence of shock anymore; it was the silence of a vacuum, as if all the air had been sucked out of the room.

Three hundred million dollars. In one second.

The receipt fluttered in Mr. Pang’s trembling hand like a white flag of surrender.

"Impossible..." Adams whispered, clutching her pearls. Her face was the color of old ash. "That trash... where did he get that money? Did he rob a bank?"

"A bank doesn't carry that kind of cash, Mom," Bella murmured, her voice barely audible. She stared at her husband's back. The faded grey T-shirt was the same one he wore when he scrubbed the floors, but the man wearing it seemed to have grown ten feet tall.

Justin Han staggered forward, his white suit stained purple with wine and red with blood. "Mr. Pang! Check it again! It's a glitch! A system error! That beggar can't even afford a sandwich, let alone a hotel!"

"Shut up!" Mr. Pang snapped, whipping his head around. His face was pale with terror. He knew exactly what that transaction meant. The money was already in the corporate account. It was real. "Do not insult Mr. Lu!"

Chase stepped forward, taking the black card back from Mr. Pang’s shaking hands. He blew on it gently, as if removing a speck of dust, and slid it back into his pocket.

Then, he turned his gaze to the four security guards who were still standing there, batons half-raised, looking confused.

"Who do you work for now?" Chase asked. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried to every corner of the room.

The guards looked at Mr. Pang. Mr. Pang nodded frantically, practically vibrating with fear.

"We work for Boss Lu!" the lead guard shouted, dropping his baton and snapping to attention. The other three followed instantly, bowing their heads.

"Good," Chase said. He pointed a finger at Justin Han. "Throw this trash out."

Justin’s eyes bulged. "You dare! I am the heir of the Han family! My father is a partner in this hotel! You can't—"

"I own 100% of the shares now," Chase said calmly. "Your father is nothing here. Get him out. And while you're at it, toss out anyone else who laughed earlier."

"Yes, Boss!"

The guards didn't hesitate. They had seen the receipt. Money was the only god in this city, and Chase Lu was its new prophet.

Two guards grabbed Justin by the arms. The young master kicked and screamed, his dignity evaporating.

"Chase Lu! You’re dead! You hear me? The Han family will destroy you! I’ll kill you!"

"Make sure he lands face first," Chase added casually.

"Understood!"

The guests watched in horror as the city's golden boy was dragged across the expensive carpet like a sack of potatoes and thrown out the front doors. A moment later, a muffled thud echoed from the pavement outside.

Chase turned back to the room. His eyes swept over the guests—the elites, the business partners, the distant relatives. Every person who met his gaze flinched and looked away.

Finally, his eyes landed on the main table. On the Song family.

Grandma Song had stopped eating. Her spoon hovered halfway to her mouth, trembling slightly. Adams was gripping the tablecloth so hard her knuckles were white.

Chase walked toward them. The sound of his cheap sneakers on the floor was the only noise in the room.

"Chase..." Adams stammered, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace of pain. "My... my good son-in-law! I knew it! I always said you were hiding your talent! Look at you, making a joke with your mother-in-law earlier. You naughty boy!"

She reached out to grab his hand, her eyes darting greedily toward his back pocket where the card sat. "Come, sit! Sit by Grandma! Let’s celebrate! This hotel... it’s a gift for the family, right?"

Chase sidestepped her touch. He didn't look angry. He looked bored.

"A gift?" Chase repeated. "Mom, five minutes ago, you said I was a dog. You said I should eat outside."

"No, no! I was testing you!" Adams laughed nervously, sweat beading on her forehead. "It was a test of character! And you passed! Bella, tell him! Tell your husband to sit down!"

Bella stood up. She looked at her mother, then at Chase. Her eyes were complicated—shock, confusion, but mostly a strange, dawning realization.

"Chase," Bella said softly. "Who... who are you?"

Chase looked at his wife. The only person in this room who hadn't actively mocked him, even if she hadn't saved him.

"I'm your husband," Chase said. "And I'm leaving."

"Leaving?" Adams shrieked. "Where are you going? You just bought the hotel! We have to sign the papers! We have to transfer the deed to the Song family trust for safekeeping!"

Chase laughed. It was a dry, humorless sound. "Safekeeping? You think I bought this for you?"

He turned to Mr. Pang. "Mr. Pang, prepare the Presidential Suite. I want the best doctors in the city brought here immediately. My mother is being transferred from the City Hospital tonight."

"Yes, Mr. Lu! Immediately!" Mr. Pang bowed and scrambled for his phone.

Chase turned back to Bella. He extended a hand.

"Bella. Are you coming?"

[Ding! New Choice.]

[Option 1: Leave alone and become the solitary King. Reward: ‘Lone Wolf’ trait (Strength +20), Relationship with wife ends.]

[Option 2: Demand Bella divorce you now. Reward: $1 Million Cash.]

[Option 3: Take your wife's hand and leave the family behind. Reward: A Top-Tier Medical Team for your mother + Rolls Royce Phantom Fleet.]

Chase looked at the options. He looked at Bella. Despite everything, she had suffered with him for three years. She had been ridiculed for marrying him. She hadn't divorced him even when Justin Han offered her the world.

"Bella," he said again, his voice softer. "Come with me. I’m going to save Mom."

Bella looked at her mother, who was mouthing 'Go with him! Get the money!' She looked at her grandmother, who was staring at Chase with calculating eyes.

Then she looked at Chase. For the first time, she saw a man who could actually hold up the sky.

She reached out and took his hand.

"I’m coming," she whispered.

"Good choice," Chase smiled.

He turned around, pulling Bella with him. They walked toward the exit, the sea of guests parting for them like the Red Sea.

"Chase! You can't leave!" Adams screamed after them. "The bill for the banquet hasn't been paid! And the vase! The vase Justin broke!"

Chase didn't look back. He raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

"Mr. Pang," Chase called out over his shoulder. "Banned."

"Sir?" Mr. Pang asked.

"The Song Family," Chase said. "They are banned from my hotel. Kick them out."

"You heard the Boss!" Mr. Pang shouted, waving at the guards. "Clear the table! Get them out!"

As Chase and Bella walked out into the cool evening air, the sounds of Adams screaming and Grandma Song cursing faded behind the closing doors.

Outside, the sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of violent orange and purple.

Three sleek, obsidian-black Rolls Royce Phantoms were idling at the curb. A driver in white gloves stepped out and opened the rear door of the lead car.

"Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu," the driver bowed. "Your car is ready."

Bella stopped. She touched the cool metal of the car. "Chase... is this... is this real?"

Chase looked up at the sky. He thought of the three years of hell. He thought of the system in his head. He thought of the ten billion dollars.

"It's real," Chase said, guiding her into the car. "And we're just getting started."

As the heavy door thudded shut, isolating them in a cocoon of silence and luxury, the text appeared in his vision one last time.

[Phase 1 Complete. New Function Unlocked: The Investment Eye.]

Chase sat back in the leather seat. The engine purred.

The game had indeed just begun.