It was early morning when Leon entered his store. The gadget shop was thriving, buzzing with activity as the staff prepared for the day’s customers. Leon walked in quietly, his calm demeanor masking the storm within him. He had barely settled in his office when a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
“Come in,” he said firmly. The door creaked open, and the security guard from the previous day stepped inside. His face was pale, and his hands were clenched nervously at his sides. “Sir,” the guard began, his voice shaky. “I… I owe you an apology. I didn’t know you were the owner. If I had… I…” the guard didn't know he was the owner of the tech house not until he was ordeeiny the manager to go apologize to him, Else he would be fired. Leon raised a hand to silence him. “You didn’t know. But that doesn’t excuse your actions. A customer, be it any customer deserves respect.” His voice was calm but cold, making the guard shift uncomfortably as he stared down in fear. “I’m truly sorry, sir,” the guard said. “Please give me a chance to make it right.” Leon studied him for a moment. Then, he said, “You’re forgiven. But I have one condition.” “Anything, sir,” the guard replied quickly. Leon’s gaze was sharp. “You will not reveal my identity to anyone. Not to the staff, not to the customers, and definitely not to anyone like Sophia or Ethan. Is that clear?” The guard nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir. Absolutely.” Just then, the shop manager entered, a broad smile on his face. “Leon, you did a great job yesterday,” he said with admiration. “Your acting skills were flawless. I had no idea you could pretend to be a nobody so convincingly. Sophia and Ethan really believed you were some lowlife.” The guard took his leave. Leon smirked, leaning back in his chair. “That was the point. Let them underestimate me. It’ll make the final act much more satisfying.” The manager laughed, shaking his head. “You’re one step ahead, as always. Well played.” Leon waved him off. “Get back to work. We’ve got bigger things to focus on.” The manager nodded and left the office, leaving Leon alone with his thoughts once more. His smirk lingered as he thought about how far he’d come and how much further he intended to go. Later that day, Leon’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and saw it was one of his trusted agents. Answering the call, he leaned back in his chair. “What’s the news?” Leon asked, his voice calm but curious. “Mr. Carter,” the agent said, excitement evident in his tone. “The Winters family is putting one of their properties up for sale. The lake house.” Leon’s lips curled into a small smile. “The lake house, huh? Interesting. Why are they selling it?” “Seems they’re running into financial trouble,” the agent replied. “It’s a prime piece of property. Would you like me to move on it?” Leon’s smile widened. “Yes. Offer them the full asking price. And…” He paused, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Add an extra 10%. Make sure they can’t refuse.” There was a moment of hesitation on the other end. “Extra, sir? Are you sure?” “Absolutely,” Leon said firmly. “Let them think they’ve gotten the upper hand. It’ll make it all the sweeter when I take the rest of their properties, piece by piece.” The agent chuckled. “Understood. I’ll handle it.” As Leon ended the call, he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. A fire burned in his eyes. “They’ll beg me,” he murmured to himself. “The Winters family will regret every choice they’ve made.” The rain poured heavily as Leon stepped outside. His sleek black sports car was parked near the entrance, its polished surface gleaming despite the downpour. The engine roared to life as he slid into the driver’s seat. The interior was luxurious, with soft leather seats and a dashboard that lit up with a futuristic glow. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind racing with thoughts of his next move. As he drove through the city, the rain blurred the streets, making it harder to see. His focus was so deep on his plans that he didn’t notice the young woman crossing the road ahead. At the last second, he spotted her. “Damn!” Leon muttered, slamming on the brakes. The car skidded to a stop, just inches away from the woman. She gasped, stumbling backward and falling onto the wet pavement. Leon quickly got out of the car, his heart pounding. “Are you okay?” he asked, kneeling beside her. The woman’s face was pale, her wet hair clinging to her cheeks. She tried to sit up but winced in pain. “I… I’m fine,” she said weakly. “You’re not fine,” Leon said, his voice firm. Without waiting for her protest, he gently picked her up and carried her to the car. She was light in his arms, her shivering body a reminder of how cold and wet the night had become. “What are you doing?” she asked faintly. “Taking you to the hospital,” Leon replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. The drive to the hospital was tense. The rain continued to hammer against the windshield, and Leon’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he glanced at the woman beside him. Her eyes fluttered open and shut, and her breathing was shallow. When they arrived, Leon carried her inside, his voice sharp as he called for help. Nurses rushed to his side, placing the woman on a stretcher and wheeling her away. Leon stood in the waiting area, his wet clothes clinging to his skin as he watched them disappear down the hall. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly. Finally, a doctor approached him, his expression calm. “She’s stable,” the doctor said. “She’ll need rest and monitoring, but she’ll be fine.” Relief flooded through Leon. He nodded, his tense shoulders relaxing. “Thank you,” he said quietly. The doctor smiled. “She’s lucky you brought her in when you did.” Leon sat in the quiet hospital room, watching the woman as she slept. Her face, though pale, had a certain strength to it. He couldn’t explain why he felt drawn to her, but something about the encounter felt significant. For the first time in a long while, his mind wasn’t consumed by revenge. Instead, he wondered who this stranger was and why fate had brought her into his life. Whatever the reason, Leon knew one thing: his journey was far from over. Leon sat quietly in the hospital room, glancing at the young woman resting in the bed. The doctor had said she was fine, just shocked and a little bruised. Still, Leon had insisted on staying until she woke up, watching over her from a corner of the room. When she finally stirred and sat up, he asked softly, “You’re awake. Do you need anything? I can order some food.” The girl shot him a look, her eyes sharp. “No. I’m fine.” Leon raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t eaten in hours. Just pick something. It’s not a big deal.” She shook her head stubbornly. “I said I’m fine.” Leon sighed. She was being so difficult, but he didn’t want to argue. “Alright, suit yourself.” He leaned back in the chair and watched as she stood up, wobbling a bit. “You shouldn’t be walking yet,” Leon said, standing up quickly. “You need to rest.” The girl turned and gave him a cold stare. “I’m not your problem. I don’t need your help.” “You’re not even steady on your feet,” Leon replied, trying to keep his voice calm. “At least let me take you home.” She shook her head firmly. “I said no. I’m fine.” Leon frowned. “You’re being stubborn.” He followed her as she left the hospital room, paying the bills without her even noticing. Outside the hospital, the rain had stopped, but the streets were still wet and shining from the lights of passing cars. “Where do you live?” Leon asked again as they reached his car. “I’ll drop you off. It’s not safe to walk this late.” She spun around sharply, glaring at him. “I said I don’t need you to drop me off! Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Leon let out a frustrated sigh. “You are so annoying.” Without waiting for a response, he stopped the car, she unbuckled her seatbelt, and stepped out, slamming the door shut behind him. He turned to face her. “Can’t you at least say thank you?” Leon said, trying to hold back his irritation. “I saved you from getting hurt worse back there.” The girl crossed her arms and looked at him. “Maybe I would’ve said thank you if you hadn’t hit me in the first place.” Leon blinked in surprise. “That… wasn’t on purpose,” he muttered. But before he could say anything else, the girl turned away and started walking down the street. Leon stood there, watching her disappear into the night. “What’s her problem?” he mumbled to himself. She had been mean, cold, and stubborn from the moment she woke up. And yet… there was something about her that he couldn’t shake from his mind. Who was she? Why was she so angry? Why did she refuse his help at every turn? Leon got back into the car, shaking his head. “Fine. Go wherever you want. I was just trying to help.” He grumbled the whole way home. When Leon finally reached his apartment, he stepped inside and tossed his keys onto the table. He sat down on the couch, running a hand through his hair. The system chime startled him. Ding! His phone screen lit up, and the system interface appeared in front of him. New Task: Make the girl fall for you. Completing this will set you on the path to becoming the most powerful man. Leon stared at the screen, his eyebrows furrowing. “Wait, what? Make her fall for me?” He read the words again, trying to process them. “This system is crazy,” he muttered. But then he paused, the words sinking in. The most powerful man? The phrase echoed in his head. The system had helped him so far, changing his life step by step. If this was the next challenge… could he do it? “I don’t even know her name,” Leon said aloud. “How am I supposed to find her again?” He leaned back against the couch, groaning. “This is going to be impossible.” Just then, his phone rang, breaking his thoughts. The caller ID showed a strange name: Tom Michaels. Leon frowned at the screen. “Who’s this?” he muttered. He stared at the name for a moment before answering the call. “Hello?” “Leon, it’s your uncle,” a familiar voice said. Leon’s eyes widened slightly. “Uncle?” why will he change his name. How was he able to get his number? “Yes. How are you, Leon? I haven’t heard from you in a while,” his uncle’s voice continued. Leon sat up straighter on the couch, his expression turning serious. “I’m fine. What do you need?” He resisted the urge to ask him how he got his number. instead he ask him what he need. There was a short pause. Leon could hear faint static on the line. “I wanted to check in,” his uncle said. “How’s everything going for you?” Leon glanced at the system screen still glowing on his phone. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. “Everything’s fine,” he replied quietly. Then, under his breath, he added, “I’ll repay everyone for what they did to me. I’ll take back everything that belongs to me.” Leon ended the call after a short conversation with his uncle and leaned back again, staring at the ceiling. The system’s task lingered in his mind. “Make her fall for me…” he repeated. He didn’t know her name. He didn’t know where she lived. And she clearly didn’t want anything to do with him. “This is going to be harder than I thought,” Leon said. But even as he sighed, determination flared in his eyes. The system had never failed him before. He would complete this task. SomeOutside, the rain started to fall again, tapping lightly against the windows. Leon stared out into the dark, his mind full of thoughts. Who was that girl? Why had the system chosen her for this task? And why was she so angry at the world? “I’ll find you,” Leon said quietly to himself. “Even if I have to search everywhere.” The system chimed softly in the background, as though encouraging him onward. Leon closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. The game had just begun.Related Chapters
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