I Suddenly Became Rich, But I Have No Idea How to Spend the Money

After finishing my afternoon tea, I decided to step outside and check out the car that had been prepared for me.

I handed what barely looked like a car key—a Ferrari key—to the doorman outside, and he promptly brought the car around.

“A 488 Pista…”

I switched places with the doorman and took the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“I don’t think the 488 Pista has been released in Japan yet… Didn’t it have some strict purchasing conditions?

And this is actually my first time driving a Ferrari…”

With those thoughts running through my head, I sped through the streets of Monaco.

In Monaco, Bentleys and Mercedes are far from rare sights. However, the 488 Pista, in particular, drew a lot of attention due to its novelty.

This car was such a masterpiece that even the refined eyes of Monaco’s residents couldn’t help but admire it. Every time I parked somewhere, people would come up to me and start conversations.

It felt like people were complimenting my secretary’s efforts rather than me, which made me happy, but also a little embarrassed.

Just as I was getting used to the car, a European man with a camera hanging from his neck approached me.

It seemed like he wanted to take a picture of the car.

“Go ahead,” I said, allowing him to take his shots.

After taking a few photos, he asked, “Would it be alright if I used this photo for an exhibition?”

“Of course,” I replied.

At the time, I simply thought, “Wow, he’s a photographer who actually holds exhibitions. That’s pretty impressive.”

Before leaving, the photographer handed me what looked like a business card and scribbled something on the back.

He told me that he would be holding an exhibition in New York soon and invited me as a thank-you for letting him take the photos.

Later, I would come to learn that this man was none other than Peter, the world-renowned landscape photographer whose works had sold for record-breaking prices.

When I told Hitomi and Emma about it, they were incredibly jealous. They even teased me, saying that any high-class individual who didn’t know Peter’s name was an amateur. As for the exhibition invitation, it was decided that Hitomi would accompany me.

After driving around Monaco for a while, I spotted a bank and decided to check if my cash cards would work there.

To my relief, both my Bank of America card and my Japanese card worked without any issues.

“I guess I don’t need a local bank account just yet.”

For now, I decided to hold off on opening an account. If the need ever arose, I’d reconsider.

Having passed the time sufficiently, the sun had begun to set, so I returned to Hôtel de Paris to change.

I dressed in a Brioni tuxedo and John Lobb opera pumps, fastening my vintage Rolex Day-Date around my wrist to complete the look.

Now fully prepared, I headed towards the Casino de Monte-Carlo.

Casino de Monte-Carlo was located right in front of Hôtel de Paris.

I had searched all over Monaco, only to realize at the very end that the famous casino was right in front of my hotel.

The casino had several names—some called it the Grand Casino, others referred to it as Casino de Monte-Carlo.

But I preferred the simple name “Casino Monte-Carlo.”

Finally, I stepped into the holy land of casinos.

As a guest of the Diamond Suite at Hôtel de Paris, I was automatically granted access to the VIP room. My attire was also impeccable, with my tuxedo fitting the dress code perfectly.

At the entrance, as I presented my passport for identification, the staff member smirked.

“Kirishima-sama, you seem to be quite the casino enthusiast.

We’ve already heard stories about your time in Las Vegas and Macau.”

“News certainly travels fast, doesn’t it?”

I returned the smirk and replied coolly, “I’m planning to enjoy myself thoroughly tonight.”

“Would you like to use the VIP room or the general floor, Kirishima-sama?

I doubt the general floor will satisfy you anymore.”

“That’s not true. Every casino has its own charm.

But tonight, I plan on making some big moves, so I’ll go with the VIP room.”

A bead of sweat trickled down the staff member’s forehead.

“Understood. Right this way, please.”