Billionaire God System

Mrs. Ariana

Asher has only had this system for less than two days, yet he has already studied its structure and planned to leverage it to his advantage.

Just now, he could have easily slapped the money on the face of the disrespectful employee and Brighton, but he held back, knowing that the system would trigger a quest with a rewarding outcome.

"Asher, you're a thief, you deserve to be in jail. Once the boss sees you tomorrow, he'll hand you over to the cops, poor..." Brighton spat out nonsense.

"Brighton, shut up," Asher retorted.

Silence followed his retort.

The employee was beyond surprised, "Are you out of your mind? A thief is talking to someone in high class with so much boldness. Do you want to die?"

Asher scoffed, "It is you who wants to die, you also want to lose your job."

"Lose my job? How? Because of a thief like you who wants to scam this hotel? I would get a raise; this hotel would give me a raise for this because I prevented a loss."

"Shut up, disrespectful b*tch. Tell me the price of the rooms, the most expensive one."

"What is going on here?" A fair lady in a nice suit walked up to them.

"Mrs. Ariana. Welcome. This is one of the scammers who has been scamming our hotel; he is here to scam once again."

Brighton walked towards her, "Mrs. Ariana, nice meeting you. I haven't seen you for like a year now, where have you been."

Mrs. Ariana is a beautiful young lady, highly educated and very classic. Due to her hard work, the hotel has made a lot of profits.

She has fine blonde hair and emerald eyes that look classy and bossy. She turned to Brighton and gave him a nod, then turned to Asher.

"Please, kindly leave. I won't call the cops on you," she said with a kind smile.

"I'm sorry; you have mistaken my intention for something else. I want to lodge a room here. And I want the most expensive one; I would pay with a transfer since I don't have my card with me," Asher said with a smile.

"Ma'am, do not believe him. Mr. Brighton said he is an ex-worker of his company and a thief; he is definitely trying to scam you."

"Keep quiet and stop shouting!" Ariana glared at the noisy receptionist.

"Young man, I understand that you want to find a place to sleep, and you don't have money. Be honest, and I might let you sleep in the lowest room and even give you a job."

"Sigh. No, I want the most expensive room. Okay, fine, do you have a cash app so I can transfer it?"

"I do have a cash app, but you know cash app has the best security walls, and fake payment won't work?"

"You guys still don't believe me? Fine, how much is the most expensive room?"

"The most expensive suite, the royal suite, costs 350 thousand dollars; with a premium card, you can get discounts depending on the level of premium you have."

"Hmm, send me your cash app tag."

Brighton looked at Asher and scoffed, 'I can't wait to watch him fool himself in front of Mrs. Ariana.'

Ariana brought out a small card with her cash app tag and passed it to Asher, who immediately wrote it down and transferred the sum of 550 thousand to her.

Ding!

Her phone vibrated. She took it out and saw a sum of 550 thousand dollars transferred from someone named Asher.

She turned to the receptionist, "Did you give anyone my cash app tag lately?"

"Yes, I gave one to one of your business partners; he would send the money tomorrow. Apart from him, I didn't give it to someone else."

"Was his name Asher?"

Brighton and the receptionist's eyes widened in shock. Asher?

"I'm sure that Asher is the name of that businessman's worker? Give him a call and ask," Brighton suggested; there is no way Asher would bring out such an amount of money; it is all just a coincidence.

The receptionist dialed a number on the landline.

"Good day, sir, I'm calling from Goldlush hotel.

Yes, sorry, sir, for calling at this hour. Did you in any way transfer a sum of five hundred and fifty thousand to Mrs. Ariana?

Oh, it's not you? Sorry once again."

She hung up and turned to Ariana, "Ma'am, he wasn't the one; he said he would make payment tomorrow."

"Then who might this Asher be?" Ariana didn't even bother looking at Asher; he looks too poor to even have ten thousand dollars.

His clothes were worn out and old; no way someone like that would bring up even 10% of that money.

"I think that was from me," Asher finally spoke, shocking Brighton and the disrespectful receptionist lady.

Ariana frowned, "Is your name Asher?"

Asher didn't even bother replying to her; he took his phone and showed her the receipt of his payment.

"I sent two hundred thousand extra; I want to get my premium card."

Ariana was surprised, but she didn't show it, "There are five levels of premium: silver, gold, platinum, and black. The silver costs 10k; the gold costs 50k; the platinum costs 100k, and the black one costs 200k.

Each one has its own benefits. For the silver one, you can join our special weekend events without paying any dime; for the gold, you can get a 20% discount on every meal and drink; for the 100k, you get a 20% discount for everything you buy, and you will get treated kindly by everyone.

For the most expensive one, you get exclusive treatments, and everything the other premium levels have."

"Fine, get me a black card."

When Asher said this, Brighton felt like he was dreaming. How could a very poor Asher be able to whip out such a huge amount of money?

Brighton's annual salary is only 2 million per year; after paying all his taxes and rents, he would be left with less than 1 million. However, he wouldn't be bold enough to spend this amount.

'He really did steal from the company; he will get his treatment tomorrow.'

The receptionist who spoke rudely earlier could only look at Asher in deep shock. Even Mr. Brighton, who she admires, has only a gold card.