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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 Step Ahead

Noah took a seat as Arthur gestured toward the grand living room's plush armchair. Just then, a maid brought in a delicate tray of appetizers, each small bite a perfectly crafted display of culinary art. Arthur smiled as he noticed Noah's curious glance at the spread.

"I hope the food suits your taste," Arthur said, his tone warm but observant, his eyes keen on Noah's reaction.

Noah picked up a canapé, taking a small, appreciative bite. He swallowed and replied with a polite smile, "I'm sure it will. This is already quite impressive."

The two chatted lightly over their appetizers, each taking the measure of the other through small talk, like the early moves in a game of chess. As the last of the plates were cleared, Arthur leaned back, looking Noah directly in the eyes.

"So, what did you think of the food? I want your honest opinion—no flattery," he said, a slight smirk touching the corner of his mouth, as if daring Noah to speak freely.