2026-02-06 14:56:50The next morning, the atmosphere in the Song Corporation boardroom was suffocating.
Chase stood in the corner, invisible as usual, while the executives panicked. The fallout from last night was immediate and catastrophic. "President Han made bail an hour ago," Uncle Bob slammed his phone on the mahogany table. "And his first call wasn't to his lawyer. It was to the Steel Suppliers Association." "He blocked us?" Grandma Song asked, her face grim. "Completely," Bob wiped sweat from his forehead. "Brick, cement, and most importantly, steel. Every supplier in the province has blacklisted us. They say if they sell one beam to the Song Family, the Han Corporation will destroy them." "We have three skyscrapers under construction!" Aunt Sarah shrieked. "If we stop work for even two days, the penalties will bankrupt us! We'll lose the government contracts!" Grandma Song closed her eyes. She looked older today. The "inheritance" debacle had exhausted her, and now this. "There is one man," Uncle Bob said hesitantly. "Mr. Wang. The 'Steel King' of the South District. He hates President Han. He’s the only one who might sell to us." "Call him," Grandma ordered. "I did," Bob looked at Bella. "He's... waiting in the reception. But he has conditions." "What conditions?" Bella asked, feeling a cold knot form in her stomach. The door opened. A thick-set man in a flashy gold suit walked in, chomping on an unlit cigar. He had greasy hair and eyes that undressed every woman in the room. This was Mr. Wang. "Mr. Wang!" Grandma Song forced a smile. "Thank you for coming. We are in a bit of a bind." "I know," Mr. Wang chuckled, sitting down without being invited and putting his feet on the table. "Han wants you dead. I can save you. I have ten thousand tons of high-grade steel sitting in my warehouse." "We’ll pay market price!" Bob said eagerly. "Plus ten percent!" "Money isn't the issue," Mr. Wang waved his hand. His gaze drifted to Bella. He licked his lips. "I’ve always admired the beauty of the Song family women. Especially the famous Bella Song." Bella froze. Chase’s eyes narrowed in the corner. "I’m a lonely man," Mr. Wang grinned, revealing yellow teeth. "If Bella agrees to accompany me on a 'business trip' to my private island this weekend... just the two of us... I’ll sign the contract. Hell, I’ll give you a twenty percent discount." The room went silent. Bella stood up, trembling with rage. "Mr. Wang! I am a married woman!" "Married to who?" Mr. Wang laughed. "That trash in the corner? I heard he blew a lucky inheritance on a hotel and is broke again. Bella, be practical. One weekend. You save your family’s empire." Bella looked at her family. She expected them to be outraged. Instead, she saw calculation. "Bella," Grandma Song spoke softly. "It’s just a weekend. Mr. Wang is a gentleman." "Grandma!" Bella gasped. "Think of the company!" Uncle Bob urged. "Think of the three hundred employees! If we go bankrupt, they starve! It’s your duty!" "If you don't do this," Grandma Song’s voice turned hard, "then you are no longer the Marketing Director. And Chase? We will force a divorce immediately. He will be on the street." "You... you are selling me?" Bella’s voice broke. "We are saving the family," Adams added, refusing to look her daughter in the eye. Mr. Wang stood up, reaching for Bella’s hand. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't make it difficult." Bella pulled back, tears streaming down her face. She felt utterly abandoned. Suddenly, a hand grabbed Mr. Wang’s wrist. It was a grip of iron. "Touch her," Chase’s voice was low, "and you lose the hand." Mr. Wang yelped, trying to pull away. "Let go! You crazy fool!" "Chase!" Grandma Song roared. "Stand down! Do not ruin this!" Chase shoved Mr. Wang back. He stepped in front of Bella, shielding her from the room. [Ding! Crisis Detected.] [System Triggered: The Value of a Wife.] [Option A: Beat up Mr. Wang. Reward: +10 Strength. (Result: Messy. Doesn't solve the steel crisis. Family goes bankrupt.)] [Option B: Use the System to locate a new 'Super Mine'. Reward: Geological Map (Long Term Investment).] [Option C: The Bet. Gamble your future on your ability to provide. Reward: Vice-CEO Position + Unlocks 'Resource Tycoon' Trait.] Chase looked at the terrified executives. He looked at the crying Bella. "Option C," he whispered. "Grandma," Chase spoke up, his voice filling the room. "You need steel? I'll get you steel." "You?" Mr. Wang laughed, rubbing his bruised wrist. "You’re a beggar! All the suppliers are blocked! Who will sell to you?" "I don't need to buy it," Chase said. "I'll find it." He looked at Grandma Song. "Here is the deal. Don't sell my wife. Give me twenty-four hours. I will fix the supply chain. If I succeed, I want the position of Vice-CEO of the Song Corporation." "Vice-CEO?" Uncle Bob scoffed. "You’re dreaming!" "And if I fail," Chase continued, looking at Bella, "I will sign the divorce papers willingly. And I will leave the city forever." Bella looked up at him. "Chase... no..." "Deal!" Grandma Song slammed her hand on the table before Bella could protest. "Twenty-four hours. Tomorrow at noon. If there is no steel, you are gone." "You are delusional," Mr. Wang spat on the floor. "I control all the steel in the province! Nobody moves a metal bar without my permission! You? Good luck finding a rusty nail!" Mr. Wang stormed out. Chase turned to Bella. "Go home. Get some rest. I have some digging to do." "Chase, where are you going?" Bella grabbed his sleeve. Chase smiled, a mysterious glint in his eyes. "To the mountains."
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