NOVEL NEXT Chapter 76: Money and Family
Reaching for his bathrobe, Vincent's eyes caught another prompt still hovering before him.
You have one unread message.
He raised an eyebrow, curiosity prickling at him. Was there something I overlooked?
He slipped on his robe and opened the system interface. Then he read through the message. Then he read it again.
He blinked once. Then twice.
"How the hell did I miss something so important?" Vincent said aloud, bewildered. In front of him was something he treasured most in this world and he had almost overlooked it.
You have absorbed a hostile system's money reserves (Incomplete)
You now have two options:
1.Obtain $2 billion instantly in the designated accounts at your discretion.
2.Obtain $4 billion through monthly installments of $100 million over the next 40 months.
"Tsk, can't you just give me the four billion right now if you have it?" Vincent muttered, clicking his tongue in annoyance.
System requires time to decode hostile system's currency. System can forcibly extract $2 billion or extract gradually to recover $4 billion.
Vincent's eyes widened in surprise. He had completely forgotten that the system could now respond to some of his questions.
I must ask all the questions in my mind later. Drying himself, he stepped out of the bathroom and moved toward the balcony, deep in thought. The robe clung faintly to the outline of his shoulders and chest, his body leaner and sharper. His face seemed more defined now, the damp hair framing features that carried both fatigue and authority.
By the time he settled into the chair, he had made his decision. He would obviously choose the first option. He was short on liquid funds which he needed immediately for the acquisition of Meridian and Annapurna. Even if he wasn't pressed for cash, he would still choose the first option.
Why?
Because he wasn't some brain dead protagonist who needed a broken system to earn money. He was confident that he could multiply the value of $2 billion to more than $4 billion in less than 40 months with his previous life's knowledge and experience and by extracting more resources from a few additional protagonists.
Vincent didn't select the option right away. He needed to distribute all that money across shell companies, real estate ventures, charitable organizations, stock markets, and other channels. He would need to discuss all of this with Olivia and the responsible team.
Thinking about everything he could accomplish with that money, and the mountain of work matters waiting for him, both excited and frustrated him. With a deep breath, he stood up and changed into the fresh set of clothes already prepared for him.
He glanced at the still sleeping Liora and frowned.
"Hey, wake up. You need to go to college." Vincent shook her.
"Mmmm... dear.. just one more bag..."
"...."
Vincent's eye twitched. How much money does this girl want? He wasn't going to let her slack off here. He might have been a bit harsh on her all night considering she was still quite young, but he needed her to keep watch on Aelric.
Vincent took the unfinished cup of tea which had already gone cold and splashed it on Liora's face.
"What the f—" This time she jolted up, looking around in panic with half-opened eyes. Then she saw Vincent holding an empty teacup and just stared for several seconds. Her expression changed from confused to understanding to confused again with a slightly wounded look. Then she looked down at her naked body and covered herself, blushing.
Vincent felt amused but didn't show it. He then spoke in an authoritative voice that made her straighten up instinctively.
"It's already getting late. I've had someone prepare clothes for you. Change and go back to college, and don't forget what I asked you to do. I want every report on him."
Liora glanced at the clock which showed 6:00 A.M. She looked at Vincent speechlessly for a while.
Which college student wakes up so early? Even professors don't.
"...Yes... I'll get ready." With that, she left for the bathroom, complaining about Vincent's mood swings... in her mind, of course.
Vincent saw her hips jiggling as she half ran towards the bathroom. He could see remains of he semen dripping out of her pussy and flowing down her fair legs. For a moment he felt tempted to smash her right there but he suppressed the thought.
He was not an anti hero of some pornhwa who would get money just from fucking or some shitty hypnosis.
He also left the hotel and headed toward his convoy.
He saw the cars but he couldn't see David.
"How come you're here? Where is David?" he asked Raghu, who seemed to have replaced David for today.
Raghu gave him a wide grin. "Boss, you'll know when you reach the company."
Vincent felt intrigued. The man who would never leave his sight even for a moment unless ordered was now willingly absent. Looking at Raghu's foolish smile, it didn't seem like anything bad had happened. He got into the car with his bodyguards and drove toward the company.
The convoy pulled away from the hotel with practiced precision, a procession of gleaming black vehicles that commanded attention wherever they went. As they navigated through the morning streets, heads turned and conversations stopped mid-sentence. Business executives paused their phone calls, street vendors craned their necks, and early commuters pressed closer to windows for a better look.
The sight was unmistakable—wealth and power moving through the city like a dark river. Children pointed from school bus windows while their teachers hushed them, though they too stole glances.
But it was the women who reacted most noticeably. Along sidewalks and at traffic lights, they smoothed their hair and straightened their clothes with subtle movements. Some pulled out phones, not quite bold enough to take pictures but ready nonetheless. Others adjusted their posture, lifting their chins and pulling back their shoulders, hoping to catch the attention of whatever powerful figure rode within those tinted windows.
Vincent didn't notice any of this. His mind was already wandering toward the new variable that had appeared in his plans. The Khan family was not something he had intended to offend. Although Selmon Khan would always genuinely laugh around and call him his friend, he knew very well not to believe even an ounce of it.
"That bastard Jin... or his system left me with a great gift but also a headache at the same time."
Although Selmon Khan was now the head of the family corporation, his father Shahkuk Khan—whom he had now offended—still held the main influence and power.
Thinking back to the known deeds of that family, Khan's genuine laugh sounded more like a twisted nightmare.
Just recalling one of the stories sent a chill down his spine.
P.S.— Thank you for the wait guys. I am better now. Will try to post regularly from now on.