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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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Supplying Tea Leaves

As the Uber arrived up at the imposing gates of the villa complex, the driver glanced toward the security guard approaching the car. The guard tapped on the driver's window, his face neutral but firm.

"Excuse me, taxis are not allowed inside, sir," the guard said.

The driver nodded, about to turn toward Noah to explain the situation, but before he could speak, Noah calmly rolled down his window.

His expression carried effortless confidence, and an unmistakably charming smile.

"Hello, Terence," Noah greeted smoothly. "Could you do me a favour and allow him this time?"

The guard's sternness instantly softened as recognition flashed across his face. "Oh, it's Mr. Thompson!" he exclaimed, stepping back slightly. "Sorry to stop you, sir. Please, enter."

Terence waved to his colleague, signalling for the gates to open. The heavy iron barriers swung inward, revealing the entrance.