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Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Noah, a highschooler was struggling due to his family's poverty and his father's declining health. Despite that, he was content with his life... Until he visited his girl, trying to surprise her with a gift. "~~~" Muffled sounds came out of her room as he stood at the door. "She is... cheating on me?" Just as Noah is about to confront her, a mysterious robotic voice echoes in his mind: [Ding! Congratulations to the host binding the Ultimate Choice System!] Option 1: Enter the room. [$100 Reward and a green hat] Option 2: Leave the house and break up later. [Rolls Royce Phantom and Basic-Driving Skill Reward] Option 3: Marry her mother. [Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, Intermediate-Driving Skill and $10,000 Reward] "Naturally, option 3." He grinned. ________ Disclaimer: 'Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!' is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This book may reference real companies and organizations, but these references are for narrative purposes only and are not intended to depict the actual conduct or involvement of these entities. The use of these names and references is not meant to harm, defame, or discredit these companies or organizations.

Risaliyah · Urban
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Demon on the Track

Noah's phone buzzed with a notification just as he was getting ready for the race. He glanced at the screen, and a number caught his attention—$72,000, accredited to an account ending in xx04.

For a moment, he furrowed his brow in confusion. Then it hit him: An's Gourmet. That was the weekly profit from the Michelin-star restaurant he owned.

Noah chuckled to himself. "Well, I guess that's lunch sorted for the next year." He pocketed his phone, shifting his focus back to the race ahead.

About 20 to 25 minutes later, everything was finally set for the race. Jackson approached Noah with a wide grin. "Alright, Noah, it's time. Head over to the starting line with your Lykan."

Noah nodded, sliding into the driver's seat. The sleek leather hugged him as he gripped the wheel, his heart already starting to race.

The Lykan purred as he started the engine, the growl of its V6 twin-turbo engine sending shivers through him.