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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.

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A Lead

The kid climbed in and shortly after, the car pulled away. Noah started his engine, his G-Class roaring to life as he followed at a safe distance.

The Uber led him through various streets for about fifteen minutes before stopping in front of a small house.

It looked plain, blending seamlessly with the others around it, it was an ordinary suburban bungalow with nothing remarkable to set it apart.

"So, this is where she lives," Noah muttered, parking on a nearby street out of sight.

He didn't linger in the area, he went and parked a few blocks away then returned to the area by walking.

His movements were casual and unassuming.

As he approached, he scanned the numbers on the properties.

"House 50A," he murmured, pausing in front of the bungalow.

His eyes swept over the house. It wasn't large—only one floor. The curtains on one side of the house were drawn, blocking any view inside, while the other windows emitted faint light.