My Investment God System

Dexter Sparks stepped forward, his presence heavy enough to make the air feel ten times thicker.

Maximus immediately sensed the tension rolling off the man in waves.

It wasn't hard to tell that Dexter was not pleased with what he had just walked into.

His sharp, calculating eyes weren't scanning the resort, nor the people around him.

Instead, his full attention was locked onto Maximus.

And Maximus? Well, for the first time in a long time, he felt like a high school kid caught sitting too close to the principal's daughter.

If looks could kill, Maximus would be six feet under before dessert arrived.

Anita, however, looked completely unbothered.

She waved at her brother with the same casual ease she always carried. "Dexter! You're here early!"

Maximus almost wanted to give her credit for her ability to remain oblivious to the pure rage simmering beneath Dexter's otherwise composed expression.

For a brief second, Maximus was sure Dexter was about to say something — something that would probably make this situation a lot worse — but then… he saw his sister's bright, smiling face.

And just like that, the man's icy glare softened.

It was almost comical.

Anita had her brother wrapped around her finger, and even a man as cold as Dexter wasn't immune.

Still, he didn't say much.

He simply walked forward and took the empty seat right beside Anita — a calculated move, if Maximus had to guess.

A clear message.

'You are in my sister's personal space. Move.'

Maximus didn't need to be told twice.

He quickly rose from his seat, grabbing his napkin in the process.

Anita, however, was faster.

She reached for his wrist, holding him down gently.

"Hey," she said, tilting her head slightly. "Where are you going? We're not done eating."

Maximus glanced between her hand and Dexter's increasingly darkening expression.

The last thing he wanted was to be on this man's hit list.

So, with as much tact and charm as he could muster, he gently freed his hand from Anita's grasp, offering her a small smile.

"You and your brother deserve some alone time," he said smoothly. "I wouldn't want to disturb family matters."

Anita pouted slightly, but she didn't argue.

Maximus took that as his cue to exit before things escalated further.

With one last glance at Dexter — who was still staring at him like he was an unwanted pest — Maximus straightened his suit jacket and made his way downstairs.

Stepping away from the intense atmosphere of that table was like escaping a battlefield.

Maximus exhaled quietly as he adjusted his tie and walked through the main floor of the resort.

He needed to clear his head — and what better way to do that than checking on the progress of Salt Haven?

The first thing he noticed was that more guests were pouring in.

From couples taking photos at the grand entrance to families making their way to the poolside, Salt Haven was alive.

Everywhere he turned, he saw staff members moving efficiently, ensuring that everything was running smoothly.

The restaurant area was particularly packed.

Waiters were balancing trays of food, bringing out luxurious meals to both the regular dining area on the main floor and the VIP dining section above.

Maximus nodded in approval.

Despite his concerns, it seemed like everything was running exactly as planned.

"Sir, would you like a drink?" A passing waiter stopped beside him, holding a tray of elegantly crafted cocktails.

Maximus waved a hand. "No, thanks. I'm good."

He wasn't in the mood for anything alcoholic right now.

Instead, he made his way toward the reception desk, where a group of newly arrived guests were checking in.

Just as he was about to move on to the next area, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He pulled it out and saw a message from Zack.

[Zack: Bro, where are you? VIP guests are asking about you.]

Maximus sighed. He had left the VIP area too quickly, and now people were looking for him.

He typed back:

[Maximus: Checking on the resort. I'll be back up soon.]

He slid his phone back into his pocket and glanced toward the upper dining area.

For a moment, he debated whether or not he should return to that table.

Did he really want to deal with Dexter's death glares again?

No, not particularly.

But business was business.

And if Dexter Sparks had traveled all the way here, then Maximus couldn't avoid him forever.

With a deep breath, Maximus straightened his suit and started making his way back upstairs.

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The VIP guests were the heart and soul of Salt Heaven exclusivity.

While regular customers still experienced luxury, the true opulence of the resort was reserved for those who could afford the VIP experience.

Maximus understood this well.

These were the people who could make or break Salt Haven's reputation.

Wealthy socialites, business moguls, celebrities, and heirs of prestigious families — they were the ones who set the trends.

If they loved the resort, Salt Haven would soar to unimaginable heights.

If they were disappointed, the media would eat it alive.

So, despite his earlier hesitation about returning to Dexter's vicinity, Maximus knew he had no choice.

With one last exhale, he adjusted his silver tuxedo, ran a hand through his black hair, and stepped back into the VIP dining area.

The moment Maximus walked in, he could feel it — every gaze turning toward him.

A few mature women, adorned in elegant dresses and expensive jewelry, took a particular interest in him.

Maximus was used to attention.

He had the kind of chiseled, effortless charm that naturally turned heads.

His sharp jawline, piercing gaze, and the confident way he carried himself made him the perfect subject of fascination.

A few whispers echoed around the room.

"That's Maximus Prime, right?"

"He's even more handsome in person."

"I heard he owns this entire resort."

A soft chuckle almost slipped from Maximus's's lips, but he remained composed.

Zack, who had been sitting off to the side, finally relaxed the moment Maximus walked in.

The room had felt alien to him.

Not because he wasn't accustomed to wealth — but because the people here were on a different level of rich.