Regressor With A Billionaire System

Trouble Arrives

[Evelyn’s POV]

‘Something is definitely wrong with Malcolm, first he speaks back to me and humiliates me in front of the whole class, then I ask him to run a simple errand for me and he declines.

His whole demeanor has changed, I feel something is going on with him. Even when I threatened him by saying that I would have to report him to his father, he hardly even responded.

He used to be gullible and timid, but now he answers questions in class flawlessly without even paying attention, I can understand if he’s studying a lot but that isn’t enough to give him this amount of growth.

And the most surprising part of it all is was that in the pop quiz I organized, Malcolm was the only student who managed to get perfect scores.

Something can’t be right, he has to be cheating or something, this amount of growth in such a short amount of time. I didn’t want to ever have to do this but I feel I have to call Mr. Shade.’

These were the thoughts that passed through the head of Malcolm’s cram school tutor, Miss Evelyn Hall, as she picked up her phone and dialed the number of Malcolm’s father.

She was in her early thirties but looked to be in her late forties, the stress from teaching everyday taking a huge toll on her.

The phone was picked up by a lady who she knew as Mr Shades receptionist.

“Hello you’ve reached the Shade corporation, how may I help you?” Said the receptionist.

“I’m Miss Evelyn Hall, I’m Malcolm’s tutor, I’d like to please speak to Mr Shade”, I said.

“Please hold” she said and in a few moments I heard the voice of Malcolm’s father.

“Miss Evelyn, make it quick I don’t have all day” he said coldly emanating an aura similar to Malcolm after his recent change.

“It’s about Malcolm sir, I fear he’s been having trouble with his conduct” I said.

“Go on,” Mr. Shade simply said.

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[Malcolm’s POV]

As I got home from gym and self defense classes that day, I threw myself into research. Our total revenue was getting close to around $10 million and I contemplated how to make more money.

I reached out to Satushi already and was expecting a response, promising him a hefty sum under the prospects of him working for me.

He was yet to reply and my patience began to run things but I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

I lived in America, he lived in Japan, it was even a miracle I was able to contact him in the first place as I’d only met him by chance on the social media platform, Headpage.

There were many factors that could affect why he didn’t respond to me, one could be that he wasn’t active on Headpage, another could be that he was too busy with work to check his social media.

If push came to shove I considered traveling to Japan to meet him personally. Thanks to Render and my memories I knew far too well how the online currency market was going to take the world by stem and I had no choice but to capitalize on it.

That was my main priority, everything else came secondary, I considered other ways I could invest in the electronics industry as I’d hit a big wall there.

I never realized how much capital I would need to buy shares in the Pineapple company and I weighed my options.

After doing some research I found that the predominant electronic device that was being produced by Pineapple by the time was the MePod which was an mp3 player and they lacked neither the technical know-how nor the funds to branch into the world of cell phone making.

With my knowledge of the future I knew that eventually Pineapple was going to resort to making phones among their many other electronic devices.

My major problem was that I had no idea how to make phones. Then I had an idea, I wondered if I could ask the system to give my fragments of information from my first life.

If the system could d******d the information directly to my head I would have the courage to approach Mr. Steven Johnson directly and I would propose my idea of phone making to him.

Then again I could hit another wall if the system failed to give me the information, saying it was a breach of the code or something. I still had no idea what the code was and couldn’t rely on the system for information concerning it.

‘I guess it’s worth a shot’, I thought and I decided to ask the system.

“System”, I said.

“Can you give me access to information from my first life that I didn’t have any knowledge of at the time?”

“Good, d******d and transfer all knowledge of phone making from my first life to me.” I said.

~DING!~

*NOTICE*

DOWNLOADING INFORMATION…..

*D******D COMPLETE*

[Yes] [No]

“Yes,” I said confidently.

TRANSFERRING…

As the information began to flow into my head, my world became blurry and I had a splitting headache. I fell on the floor in pain and clutched my head tightly.

I underestimated the sheer amount of knowledge that was required to make phones and transferring all this at once would take a huge toll on my brain.

*WARNING!* *WARNING!* *WARNING!*

[Yes] [No]

“Yessss!!!!!!!”, I shouted, screaming in pain. And at that moment, I blacked out again.

I woke up some hours later and like before the pain was gone.

I realized how powerful the system could be and urged myself to be more careful in its use.

Looking at the time I realized it was still evening that Sunday and I decided to grab something to eat as I was starving.

As I readied myself to leave the house I got a phone call. Picking up my phone I was suddenly filled with apprehension and rage when I looked at the caller ID.

It was my father. ‘What the hell does he want now?’ I thought seething with rage.

I couldn’t ignore the call, I picked up the phone and answered the call.

“Father?” I said coldly.

“Come home son, we have things to discuss, I’ll be sending a driver to pick you up this week.” He said and hung up.

I gritted my teeth in anger as I threw my phone to the ground, the angriest I’d been since my regression.

Simply showing how much I hated him, how much I hated my father.