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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
Chapter Forty Eight As they walked out into the night air, Jasmine's curious expression couldn't be ignored. "Vincent," she began, her tone gentle but inquisitive, "I have to ask, how did you manage to come up with such a large amount of money so quickly?"Vincent's mind was racing with thoughts and emotions, but when he looked at Jasmine's face, he found himself momentarily lost in her beauty. Her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, and he felt an inexplicable pull toward her. He leaned in slightly, almost unconsciously, his heart racing in tandem with his thoughts.The world around them seemed to fade as Vincent's gaze locked onto Jasmine's lips. His own heartbeats echoed in his ears, his breathing shallow. The moment hung in the balance, teetering on the precipice of something he couldn't quite define.However, just as his lips were about to brush against hers, Jasmine's voice cut through the haze, her question pulling him back to reality. "Did you steal the money, Vincent?
Chapter Forty Nine Vincent's gaze shifted to Mark, who regarded him with a mix of protectiveness and warning. "Vincent, I appreciate that you helped Jasmine, but I need you to understand that she's my girlfriend. I trust her, and I hope you'll respect our relationship."Vincent swallowed the lump in his throat, his heart heavy with a mix of emotions. He nodded, his voice steady but tinged with regret. "Of course, Mark. I never meant to intrude. I'll respect your relationship."With a last glance at Jasmine, Vincent turned away, the weight of his decision settling heavily on his shoulders. He walked away, each step carrying him farther from the woman who had stirred such intense emotions within him.As he navigated the hospital corridors, he felt a mix of pain and determination. He couldn't deny the sweetness and beauty that Jasmine possessed, but he knew that he needed to honor his vow to stay away from her. The ache in his heart was a reminder of the unspoken connection they had sha
Chapter Fifty [You Need To Spend The 5 Million Dollars In 14 Hours or You Lose Everything And Become Broke] Vincent's mind raced as he stared at the blinking numbers on his bank statement: $5,000,000. It was a fortune he had never imagined possessing, and now, with less than 24 hours to decide, he was overwhelmed with the possibilities. His heart raced, matching the whirlwind of thoughts that swirled in his head. The weight of the decision hung heavy on his shoulders, a mix of excitement and confusion stirring within him.Vincent's pulse quickened as he imagined each scene, the allure of adventure tugging at his heartstrings. Yet, in the midst of these fantasies, a nagging thought held him back: what truly mattered to him?As the night deepened, Vincent's fingers danced over the keyboard of his laptop, researching charities and organisations that resonated with his values. “I will love to help people but I still need to do something for myself “ Vincent insisted With the dawn's f
Chapter Fifty One The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over Vincent's new master bedroom. As he stirred from sleep and stretched, the previous day's excitement rushed back to him. But his newfound bliss was abruptly shattered when he heard the commotion downstairs – the sound of footsteps and hushed voices echoing through the house.Confused and a little alarmed, Vincent quickly dressed and hurried down the grand staircase to investigate. To his surprise, he found a group of stern-looking men and women in dark suits, scanning every nook and cranny of his new home with a heightened sense of purpose. Their presence was disconcerting, and Vincent's heart raced as he approached them."Excuse me," he began tentatively, "what's going on here?"One of the agents turned to face him, his expression unyielding. "We're conducting a security sweep, sir," he replied, his tone formal. "Given your proximity to the President's residence, it's standard procedure to ensur