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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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158 Chs

Moving Out

For the next 30 minutes, Anderson carefully went through each bag, checking the items against the store's delivery receipt.

The other guards stood at a respectful distance, watching with awe as the mountain of luxury goods was accounted for.

Each piece was as impeccable and high-end as the next—handcrafted bags, silk scarves, designer belts, and more.

This was wealth on a different level, the kind most of them had only seen on TV.

After verifying the entire delivery, Anderson began carefully transferring the bags into the guard office near the mansion's gate.

His movements were careful and professional—no rushing, no careless handling.

He knew how valuable each item was, but more importantly, he understood that Noah Thompson wasn't the type of person you wanted to disappoint.

After securely placing all the Hermès bags in the guards' office, Anderson turned to face his men, his voice firm as he delivered his final instruction.