webnovel
#ACTION
#ROMANCE
#SYSTEM
#COMEDY
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#MYSTERY
#VILLAIN

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
Zu wenig Bewertungen
262 Chs
#ACTION
#ROMANCE
#SYSTEM
#COMEDY
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#MYSTERY
#VILLAIN
avataravatar

Looking for Noah

Mark, still eager to curry favour, quickly rushed forward. "Good afternoon, sir. Is there anything I can help you with? Who might you be looking for?" His tone was full of forced politeness, the confidence he had shown just moments ago now completely gone.

The suited man gave Mark a quick, dismissive glance, clearly not interested in idle conversation. His gaze swept over the gathered students before settling on Noah, who had been standing there with a calm expression. The man raised an eyebrow slightly and looked back at Mark. "I'm looking for a student named Noah," he said, his voice deep and commanding, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd like a knife.

Mark's face twisted in confusion and disbelief. "Noah?" he repeated as if the name didn't quite register with him. It was as if Mark couldn't reconcile the idea that someone important enough to warrant a limousine would be looking for the same Noah he had been taunting minutes ago.