The Charismatic Adam Reed

Chapter 6

Adam swallowed hard and whispered, "Supreme Page."

Instantly, the screen changed to display his personal details.

[User: Adam Reed]

[Age: 22]

[Strength: 8/100]

[Intelligence: 35/100]

[Endurance: 8/100]

[Mentality: 20/100]

[Charm: 50/100]

[Skills: Nine Skies Acupuncture Method, Mystic Martial Arts Techniques, Celestial Restoration, Visceral Vision]

[Supreme Point : 100]

[Information : More features will be unlocked after completing three missions.]

Adam took a deep breath and tried to comprehend everything. This wasn't a dream, but unlike before, he felt nervous. The Supreme System was indeed amazing, too amazing, but it wasn’t a guarantee of joy. There must be a complex destiny ahead of him. But what could it be?

As Adam sank deeper into his thoughts, the System's voice echoed in his head once again. [Would you like to use your Supreme Points?]

Adam wavered, not sure what to choose. He didn’t know what the price of his decision would be, even if it was very tempting.

However, he couldn’t resist his curiosity, so he muttered, "I want to exchange one point for money."

A few moments later, Adam got a notification on his phone. He was stunned to see that his bank account had just received $100 million.

"Holy shit." Adam couldn't believe it. He had just become a millionaire - no, a multi-millionaire - in an instant. He felt a sense of excitement mixed with fear.

[Now, are you ready for your main mission?]

Adam's heart raced. Main mission? What was that supposed to mean?

"No, not for now." Adam rubbed his temples before continuing, "I need some time to process everything."

The System didn't respond, but Adam could sense its presence in his mind. He knew that the System was always watching, always waiting for him to take action.

After a moment of silence, Adam walked back into the shop and chatted with Howard and Henry. But just as Adam was about to say goodbye, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a call from his sister.

"Excuse me," Adam said, lifting his phone to his ear. "What's up, Rachel?"

Rachel's panicked voice came through the phone. "Adam, you need to come home right now! Our house is going to be destroyed!"

Adam could hear the noise and commotion in the background, and his heart sank. "I'm on my way. Just hold on and don't act rashly."

As he hung up the phone, he turned to Howard and Henry. "I'm sorry, but I have to go."

Howard understood the urgency in Adam's tone and handed him a card. "Take my card with you. If you need anything, call me. We'll help you in any way we can."

Adam thanked him and rushed out of the door. He was full of anger and questions.

Howard turned to his son with a thoughtful expression. "I wonder what kind of problem could make someone like Mr. Adam panic like that. What do you think?"

Henry, equally curious, said, "I don't know, but it sounds serious. Maybe we should follow him?"

Howard let out a deep sigh, feeling exhausted. "You go, son. I'm tired. I’ll call someone to come and get me."

Henry hesitated. He didn't want to leave his father alone, especially when he was feeling unwell.

Howard squeezed his son’s shoulder. "We should focus on building a good relationship with him. If we can help him, just imagine what we could gain in the future. But remember, be careful, and be wise. He's too important."

Henry nodded, before quickly left the shop and got into his car.

Meanwhile, Adam dashed towards his house as soon as he spotted it. He felt a surge of panic when he heard Rachel’s shrieks and saw a group of men tearing down their fence.

"Stop!" Adam yelled, running towards them. "What are you doing? This is my house! Get out of here!"

But the men paid no attention to Adam and carried on with their destruction, as if he was invisible.

As Adam reached the chaos, a fat old man named John, said, "You finally showed up, Adam."

Adam, catching his breath, surprised to see the homeowner John there. "What’s the meaning of this, Mr. John? We’ve never missed a rent payment, have we?"

"Yeah, about that," John began awkwardly. "The house has been sold, and this new owner wants it torn down today. I tried to convince him to wait until tomorrow, but he didn't care."

"What?" Adam's frustration flared. "You can’t just kick us out like that! We're good tenants, and we deserve some notice!"

John sighed. "Look, Adam, the new owner's in a rush for some reason. I know it's not fair, but you've got about three hours to pack up your stuff."

Adam, exasperated, retorted, "Three hours? Are you serious? Where are we supposed to go in three hours?"

John shrugged apologetically, "I wish I could do more, but that's all the time he's giving. Just talk to the new owner. Maybe you can work something out."

Adam, boiling with anger, demanded, "Who's the buyer? I need a name."

"Mark. Mark Hilton."

The moment those words hit Adam's ears, his anger shot through the roof. "Mark Hilton? You've got to be joking. Of all the people..."

John noticed Adam’s extreme reaction. "You know him?"

Adam’s eyes narrowed. "Yeah, I know him. And trust me, this is personal now. Real personal. But tell me, Mr. John, why does Mark want to destroy this house today? Did he say anything?"

John paused before replying, "The Hilton family want to build fancy flats, and they’ve put Mark in charge of buying all the properties in our complex. I’ve heard that most of the people here have already sold their places, but it's odd that he wants to tear down this particular house today, while others have a month to move out."

Adam's jaw tightened. He had a strong feeling that this was related to the cake incident. He also remembered Mr. Lee’s warning about Mark’s vindictive personality. Whatever it was, Adam racked his brain, looking for a way out.

"Thanks for letting me know, Mr. John," Adam said as John turned to leave. "I appreciate it."

John gave him a small nod before making his way out.

Adam turned to his sister, who was watching from the side. "Where's Mom?"

Rachel, who was frightened, replied, "She's inside, packing. Can’t you do something? You know the buyer, right? Can you ask him to give us a few days?"

Adam shook his head. "It’s not that simple. He and I have a history, and it’s not a good one."

Adam walked into the house and saw his mother sobbing as she stuffed her clothes into a suitcase. He went up to her and said, "Mom, we don’t need all this stuff. Just take what’s important. Leave the rest behind."

Sarah looked up at him, startled. "What are you talking about? We have to take everything we can. We won’t be able to afford it again. Come on, help me pack."

Adam took his mom’s hand, gently but firmly. "Mom, listen to me. We have to leave this place now. I’ll take care of everything. Just trust me."

Sarah glanced at Adam, a moment of recognition crossing her face. There was something in Adam that reminded her of her late husband.

She smiled and said, "You remind me so much of your father. Alright, I'll trust you on this. But remember, as the only man in this house, you've got to keep your word."

Adam nodded. "I promise I’ll make sure we’re–"

He was cut off by a loud noise outside.

"Stay here, Mom. I’ll go and see what’s going on," he said, dashing out of the house with his mother’s approval.

Upon reaching outside, Adam was shocked to find the last people he expected to see - Mark and his bodyguard. On the other hand, both men were equally surprised to see Adam.

Mark quickly turned to his bodyguard and whispered, "Didn’t you say Adam was badly injured and in the hospital? So what’s he doing here, Gill? Did you lie to me?"

Actually, Gill was the most surprised person here. He had hit Adam so hard and left him unconscious that he thought he was either dead or in a coma.

Gill stammered, "I-"I didn't lie, boss. I really thought he was in the hospital."

Adam interrupted them. "What do you want, Mark? Why are you here?"

But Mark ignored Adam's question and turned his attention to the workers, who were busy breaking down the fence.

"What the hell are you doing?" He barked at them. "You idiots should've started with the house, not the fence! Do you want to waste my time and money?"

The workers looked at each other, unsure of how to respond. One of them tried to explain, "Sorry, boss. We thought–"

"I don't pay you to think, I pay you to work!" Mark snapped, cutting him off. "Now get back to work, and this time, do as I say."

The workers followed Mark's orders. They started walking towards the front of the house, but Adam quickly ran towards them, blocking their way.

"Stop right there!" he shouted, then stared at Mark. "Why are you doing this to us?"

"It’s my property, so I can do whatever I want with it," Mark said, not bothered by Adam’s protest. He couldn't possibly say in front of these people about Adam insulting him last night, because that would embarrass him even more.

Adam stood firm, refusing to budge. "At least give us an hour."

Mark sneered at Adam. "What are you going to do if I say no? Call your little friends in the club? Or maybe Mr. Lee? Go ahead, but they won't do anything. You know why? Because I own them too."

Adam's hands formed a tight fist as he tried to control his anger. He had to do something, anything, but he wasn't sure what. Then, suddenly, he remembered that he had over $100 million.

"I'll buy the house back from you," he blurted out.

Mark burst into laughter. "You? Buy this house? With what? With your little sister? If so, I'll be kind enough to give this house to you. I’ll even make sure to take good care of her, if you know what I mean."