“What?” Alexander asked.“If you send this money to the blackmailer as hush money, you won’t be getting it back”Alexander hesitated in saying anything back then after composing himself so as not to say the reason why he was sending the money in the first place, he smiled“I know the repercussions of sending this money, yes” he replied.“Then don’t you think that it’s too much? I mean, five hundred thousand dollars and all you get in return is asking me a question? I don’t mean to complain but does that sound like a fair trade to you?!” Chef Ronaldo asked.Alexander shrugged.“Sounds fair enough to me”Chef Ronaldo was flabbergasted.“How could that possibly be fair?! Are you being serious right now?!” Chef Ronaldo exploded.Alexander who was tired of the back and forth sighed.Instead of trying to explain to the concerned chef, he decided to go at it a different way.“I can ask you the same question, Chef,” he said and Chef Ronaldo grimaced.“What do you mean by that?” Chef Ronaldo a

A minute ago, just as Chef Ronaldo stood up from the metallic table and was speaking to his blackmailer on the phone, Alexander decided to do his own thing.He called out for the system in his mind.[Yes, Mr. Alexander?]‘You heard my entire conversation with Ronaldo right?’ He asked.[Of course Mr. Alexander. I’m always listening so I can be of service when you want me to be]Alexander groaned and grimaced in discomfort. ‘I don’t know how to feel about that, especially now that you’re gaining sentience and would soon become an actual person instead of the voice programmed into the Possession System, but that’s beside the point. Back to what I was saying. After Ronaldo finishes his call and gets the account number from the blackmailer, I’m going to send him the money to transfer to what most likely will be a burner account’[Okay Mr. Alexander][That means you want to use the money to find the location of the blackmailer]‘That’s right’ Alexander smirked.‘Since the blackmailer is us

The moment Alexander walked out of the kitchen, he met James and when the restaurant staff saw him, he stopped what he was doing.“I’m guessing your meeting with the head chef is over,” James said as Alexander walked up to him.Alexander nodded.“That’s right”James looked at his wristwatch, smiled, and looked at Alexander.“You also kept your word about it being short-lived. Thanks for that”“No problem. I wasn’t able to finish my discussion with Chef Ronaldo but he did tell me to come back in the evening, so that’s good.”“Oh. The head chef said that?” James looked surprised, wondering what more could the young multimillionaire and the head chef have to talk with each other. “Yeah. He also said something about reserving a table for me for tonight. You can ask him all about it later if you want” Alexander said.James grimaced, groaned, and then shrugged.“Thanks for the info,” James said then started walking towards the kitchen door.However, just as he walked up to Alexander, the y

“I’m terribly sorry about that. Hope the thief didn’t hurt you in the attempt to take your phone” Alexander asked.[“Not at all. I’m perfectly fine. I suspect that it was a pickpocket, so I didn’t even know my phone had been stolen until I got home and tried to use it for something but couldn’t find it in my purse”]“Oh. That’s terrible” Alexander said. [“Well, I was already planning on upgrading to a newer model, so it wasn’t that bad. Thankfully all my photos and important stuff like contacts and documents are backed up in the cloud so I didn’t face any challenge besides going to the phone store to get this new on”]Alexander smiled because things turned out positive in the end.“Lucky you,” he said.[“Yeah. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that and see how you’re doing. Since I’ve done that and you are about to eat a dish you’re saying smells amazing, I think we should end it here, for now. Talk to you later in the day”] “Yeah, talk to you later. Be careful so you don’t lose ano

He was more angry that she was giving Alexander what seemed to be special treatment than anything else.“Sir?” She said.“Since it’s like that then go tell the other waitresses to make the same dish for themselves and bring it to this table so I and my friends can eat it. This dump should have at least five waitresses who you can ask, right?” Troy asked and saw Eve grit her teeth.“I’m sorry, sir but that won’t be possible,” Eve said.“And why is that?” Troy frowned.“Because the others have already had theirs. The only person who I don’t think has is Joyce. I can ask her if she’s willing but even if she agrees, it’ll only be one plate which isn’t enough for all five of you” Eve said.“Joyce?” Troy grimaced then remembered that Joyce was the name of the waitress he had talked to a few minutes ago.“I don’t think Joyce is going to do that, Troy,” said Melvin, the guy that Joyce had met outside standing by the passenger seat door and told to stop the music. Troy looked at Melvin and ch