Drake, anticipating his return home, was bewildered to discover that the supposed exit led to a dead end. "Is there a secret door or something?" he pondered, scanning the area. His confusion heightened as he stumbled upon a border with a cryptic message inscribed on it.Reading it aloud, he muttered, "Welcome, tribute system users! This is the bottom area of this magnificent structure. The only way out here…"Drake's nonchalant expression transformed into a scowl as he continued reading. "The only way out is the top? That's right, but didn't Natasha say the bottom was actually the top and the top was the bottom? This… this doesn't make sense!"Crouching down to scrutinize the message, Drake finished reading to finally understand why Natasha wanted him to destroy the power source."The only way out is the top. The exit won't open unless you users destroy the power source located here in the bottom. However, once the power source breaks, the floors beginning from top to bottom will self

Ignoring the intriguing yet seemingly unnecessary reward, Drake returned the odd door to the depths of his system storage."Who would even want to get there?" he blurted out. "I would never leave Eleanor."His focus shifted to taking care of his sister, whom he had been sticking close to after everything that had happened."Where's Eleanor?" he asked, not finding her where he left."I don't know. She's probably at the pool, again?" Lucille replied while eating alone in their suite."Lucille, didn't I tell you that you shouldn't leave Eleanor alone," he sighed, frustrated that Lucille wasn't taking Eleanor's feelings seriously, but he held back his frustration, knowing he was the only one aware of Eleanor's suicidal tendencies."Give Eleanor time to be on her own; she has to deal with her own emotions and thoughts.""The last time I left her alone, she died," he replied without thinking."What?" Lucille asked, puzzled."Nothing. Continue your meal," he sighed.Drake wandered through th

Drake drew in a deep breath, preparing himself for their reaction. With a determined gaze, he declared, "I'm a trillionaire."Eleanor and Lucille exchanged incredulous glances, their eyes reflecting a mix of shock and disbelief."A trillionaire? But how?" Eleanor's voice quivered with a cocktail of emotions. "It doesn't add up, Drake. Where did all this sudden wealth come from?" Her eyes held a glint of suspicion."What's happening?" Lucille chimed in, her gaze fixed on him in disbelief.The weight of their questions pressed on Drake. He knew his explanation needed to be convincing, but all he managed was to recycle the same excuse he had already used. "Well, you see, it's from being lucky with my investments.""Investments?" Eleanor's eyebrows arched. She knew that her brother had been struggling financially just a few months ago, making his explanation unconvincing. She had let it slide when Drake named a hotel after her, but the sudden boast of his finances was hard to believe."We

Inside the breakroom, where Mr. Bigas served snacks and tea to Eleanor and Lucille, a heavy silence settled as no one seemed to have anything to talk about."Is cheap tea okay for you ladies?" he inquired, serving it regardless."I'm fine with anything," Eleanor politely replied."Oh, you're nice," he commented. His eyes discreetly scanned Eleanor's and Lucille's clothes, noticing they both wore luxury-branded attire. Coupled with the presence of personal guards standing closely by the door, he couldn't help but wonder which wealthy family they hailed from."Why do you keep looking at us like that?" Lucille asked, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze."I am just wondering why I've never heard of the Chwe family before," he explained."Of course, we don't know each other," Eleanor responded, also feeling uneasy."No, what I mean is, most of the people coming here were all from wealthy families for our services. I recognize their names immediately because it's always the wealthiest peop

The room descended into an immediate silence as Chairman Sy, the true head of BellRox Corporation, made his entrance. Executives rose in respect, acknowledging his presence with a mixture of anticipation and relief."Good afternoon, everyone," Chairman Sy greeted, his demeanor composed and authoritative. His arrival instantly diverted attention from the ongoing discussion.Drake stood up, offering a respectful smile. "Good afternoon, Chairman Sy. It's an honor to finally meet you in person."Chairman Sy nodded in acknowledgment before addressing the room, saying, "Please, be seated."As the executives settled back into their chairs, Chairman Sy's gaze swept across the room, detecting the lingering tension. "I apologize for my delay. I've been briefed on the ongoing discussions."Drake remained composed, keenly observing Chairman Sy's reaction to the proposal that had been presented moments ago."Mr. Chwe," Chairman Sy began, his voice carrying a sense of authority. "I heard about your