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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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Dinner At Amelia's House, Second Chess Match.

The old man cleared his throat, breaking the charged atmosphere. "Alright, enough with the stares and heavy silences. Let's eat before the food gets cold," he said, his tone laced with humor as he reached for the serving spoon and started dishing food onto his plate.

Carefully, he added a selection of roasted vegetables and a perfectly cooked slice of meat to his plate. He glanced at the others, his sharp eyes twinkling with amusement. "The chefs didn't slave over this meal for us to let it go to waste just because you're all caught up in staring contests."

Caroline chuckled at his comment, reaching for the breadbasket. "He's right. Let's enjoy the food, everyone. Amelia, pass me the salad, please."

Amelia blinked as though snapping out of her thoughts. "Oh, right," she said, quickly picking up the bowl and handing it to her mother. She stole a glance at Noah as she did, her cheeks still slightly pink.