Chapter FortyVincent sat at his desk, the dull voice of the Professor's voice fading into the background as he surreptitiously tapped away on his laptop. Inattentive to the lesson, his eyes were fixated on a series of apartment listings displayed on the internet browser. He had been daydreaming about owning his own house for quite some time, and today seemed like the perfect day to start hunting for one.His dream car, a sleek and powerful machine, had been sold to none other than Don Jazzy, the famous celebrity. Vincent had harboured a deep desire to own that car, but fate had other plans. With a sigh, he reluctantly admitted to himself that owning such a luxurious vehicle was a distant dream, especially with the skyrocketing prices it fetched in the hands of a celebrity.As the Professor voiced on, Vincent scrolled through the various options, analysing each property's features and envisioning himself living there. From modern lofts to cozy suburban homes, he weighed the pros and
Chapter Forty One Vincent's heart raced as he approached the front door, the moon's pale glow casting long shadows across the quiet hallway. The air was thick with uncertainty, a feeling he couldn't shake off. He hesitated, a split second of doubt before his hand wrapped around the cold doorknob.As he slowly swung the door open, a shiver ran down his spine. Two figures clad in black masks stood before him, their eyes gleaming with a sinister glint. Vincent's breath caught in his throat, his mind racing to comprehend the danger that had suddenly materialised in his own home."What do you want?" Vincent managed to choke out, his voice betraying a mixture of fear and defiance. His heart hammered against his ribcage, the adrenaline coursing through his veins drowning out the rational thoughts that tried to surface.The taller of the two men stepped forward, his tone dripping with malice. "Your money. We know you've got it. Hand it over."Vincent's mind raced, searching for an escape rout
Chapter Forty TwoJasmine lay on her bed and she clutched Asher's phone in her hand, a mixture of triumph and guilt washing over her. The stolen device felt cool against her skin, a tangible representation of her desperate attempt to make her twin brother's so what she wants.Asher, always protective and cautious, had flatly refused to be her medical practice subject. She needed someone to practise administering injections on, a crucial skill for her journey through medical school. But Asher had baulked at the idea, his stubbornness igniting a spark of determination in Jasmine and she decided to take revenge by hiding his phone before he left for his part time job as a firefighter volunteer .She looked down at the phone, her fingers tracing the smooth edges of the device. With a calculated stealth, she had managed to take it from his room, her heart pounding as she tiptoed back to her own room. The phone lay on her bedside table, its screen illuminated by a stream of notifications fro
Chapter Forty Three Jasmine's heart raced as she stumbled upon the grim scene before her. Vincent lay on the cold floor, his body battered and bruised, resembling a fallen warrior defeated in battle. His face was a mask of pain, his once vibrant features now contorted in agony. The dim light in the room accentuated the stark contrast between his pallor and the crimson streaks that marred his skin.Tears welled up in Jasmine's eyes as she knelt beside him, her trembling fingers reaching out to touch his cheek. The touch was cool and lifeless, sending shivers down her spine. Panic surged through her veins, the urgency of the situation propelling her into action. With shaky determination, she gently tilted his head back, exposing his blue-tinged lips.Drawing in a deep breath, Jasmine leaned over Vincent's battered form, her lips hesitating just before making contact with his. The taste of desperation lingered in the air as she pressed her mouth to his, pouring every ounce of her will in
Chapter Forty Four Vincent spend about 50,000 dollars in helping the little children of the orphanage and he still has about 900,000 (Nine hundred thousand dollars) and he was so happy that the armed robbers didn't check his account balance because his house and his environment already looks poor. Vincent pressed the wristwatch in his hands to make sure that the 2nd mission he saw wasn't a joke and then it was boldly written for him. [ QUINTILLIONS SUPER STAR SYSTEM ] [ SECOND MISSION] [TASK UPDATES 2/50] [ SPEND YOUR ENTIRE MONEY IN 3 DAYS OR YOU LOOSE YOUR CHANCE OF WINNING 50 TASK AND BECOMING A QUINTILLION BILLION DOLLARS OWNER ] Vincent was restless , he was a broke and poor university student that got lucky and now the system is telling him to spend all his money , the news made him feel sad and uneasy. “How do I spend such a huge amount in just 3 days ? “ Vincent was just spending only 10 dollars in an entire month but now he is instructed to spend almost a mission doll
Chapter Forty Five Sassy's mischievous spirit wasn't one to be easily quelled. As Vincent gazed at the assortment of fruits, his mind settled on the idea of devouring a juicy orange, its vibrant colour and refreshing taste calling out to him. Unbeknownst to him, Sassy had already devised a plan, her intentions veiled beneath her seemingly harmless demeanour."Hey there, Mr. Healthy," Sassy teased, her tone playfully exaggerated. "I brought you some energy boosters. How about a banana or an apple?" She gestured to the options in the basket, her eyes dancing with a hidden agenda.Vincent's lips curved into a smile, though his heart remained wary. "Actually, I was thinking of having an orange," he confessed, reaching for one from the basket.Sassy's playful demeanor didn't falter. "Oh, come on," she chimed, her voice almost a sing-song. "You can have oranges anytime. Why not mix it up a bit?"As Vincent hesitated, his grip on the orange wavering, he found himself inexplicably swayed by S
Chapter Forty Six Vincent stood in the sterile hospital room, his heart racing as he gazed at Jasmine lying in the hospital bed. Her delicate features were highlighted by the soft light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over her pale skin. The scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mixing with the faint fragrance of Jasmine's perfume.His fingers trembled slightly as he reached out to hold her hand, the touch of her soft skin sending shivers down his spine. "Jasmine," he murmured, his voice a mixture of gratitude and concern, "I can't believe you saved me from that poison. You risked so much just to help me."Jasmine's eyes met his, a mixture of vulnerability and strength reflected in her gaze. She managed a weak smile, her fingers tightening around his. "Vincent, you don't have to thank me. You're a nice man, and you saved me from something far worse."Vincent's grip on her hand tightened as he leaned in closer, his voice filled with sincerity. "Jasmine, you deserve
Chapter Forty Seven Vincent excused himself, a slight smile on his face as he nodded to Jasmine. "I'll be right back, just need to use the restroom."Jasmine's smile remained, a mix of gratitude and understanding in her eyes. "Take your time, Vincent."As he entered the bathroom, the door swung shut behind him, enclosing him in a small space that suddenly felt suffocating. Doubt gnawed at his mind as he leaned against the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. The enormity of his decision weighed heavily on him, and he found himself questioning if he had made the right choice.His heart raced, and his palms grew clammy as he thought about the money he was about to commit to Mrs. Turner's treatment. Memories of his own struggles, of the days when he had been barely scraping by, came flooding back. Fear twisted in his stomach, and his mind conjured images of him losing everything again, becoming destitute, and helpless.His fingers clenched the edge of the sink, his own reflect