“David, I remember you have a private tutoring at 4 o’clock, right?” I asked, my voice tinged with a hint of curiosity, as I remembered he often indulged in all-day tutoring.“Not today, my teacher has something else to attend to,” David replied, his handsome face breaking into a smile that seemed to light up the room.“Alright,” I said, turning my gaze towards Vivi, seeking her approval. “Do you think I could add a friend?”"Sure, the more the merrier," she responded with a welcoming tone. But I believe she will regret it later.“Great, see you at 4 o’clock. And David, I'll pick you up too,” I confirmed, making a mental note of the plan.“Alright, it’s a deal,” David agreed, his voice carrying a note of excitement.Everyone had always seen David as the hero of our class, the epitome of perfection with his kindness, striking appearance, towering height, and athletic prowess. He seemed to possess every admirable quality one could imagine in an ideal man. But in matters of love and war,
“Sir,” I called out to the security guard, my voice quivering as I walked closer to him. My face was contorted with a panicked expression. “Can you help me?”I am trying to win an Oscar by showcasing my professional acting, so that security would believe it.“What is it?” he asked, his brow furrowing in concern.I quickly grasped his hand, shaking it firmly. “I overheard two people discussing a plan to steal cars. I'm terrified they might target my vehicle. Could you please keep an eye on them until they leave the parking building?” My eyes darted around anxiously, betraying my fear.He glanced at the money that had subtly appeared in his palm, approximately $200. His face broke into a wide, grateful smile. “Where are these two men?” he inquired, his interest piqued."Those are them," I pointed to the two men in the distance who could still be seen. "Yes, the ones in the brown and black shirts. Please, I need you to watch them until they leave," I implored, my voice laced with urgency
Jenny grappled with an internal turmoil, her voice barely more than a whisper as she tried to refuse. "I... I am sorry. I don’t give that kind of service." Her words were fraught with hesitation, an underlying struggle evident in her tone.I persisted, unable to mask my greed. "Oh, come on, just name your price." Observing her, I noticed her face flush a deep shade of red, a visible sign of her discomfort.‘Turns out she might really not be offering that kind of service.’"If you happen to be a virgin, I may pay you much more. What do you think?" I tried again.Jenny's reaction was immediate; she closed her eyes, unwilling to meet my gaze, her voice barely a murmur. "No."Undeterred, I threw out my first offer, a lure to tempt her. "$10,000. What do you think?"Her response was firm yet tremulous. "No..."I understand why I fell in love with her in the past. Her cute face, ivory skin, and a fragility reminiscent of a princess had the power to evoke a man's protective instincts.I rais
"Not much," I answered, already sensing where this was heading. At a red light, I stopped the car."Give me $500. Jenny will pay you back later," he demanded.A dark mark suddenly appeared about 20 cm above Jenny's father's head. I quickly analyzed it, and a screen appeared in front of me:[This man is asking for $500 for gambling and drinking. If you give him money, it will result in negative karma as you are enabling his greed and addiction.]The light turned green, and I continued to drive. "I am sorry, sir, I'm afraid I don't have that much money. I just made a big purchase," I lied tactfully."How much do you have?" he pressed."$200," I replied, playing along."Alright, give me $200 then," he demanded."I can only give you $100. I need to have some cash on hand in case of emergencies," I explained, trying to limit the damage while still showing some form of compliance.As I drove towards the destination, the old man's insistence on getting the money was relentless. "Just give me
As I drove through the crowded streets, my mind wrestled with the task of recalling a specific location. The absence of modern conveniences like a smartphone or Google Maps made the task daunting.At this time, I can only obtain something as simple as a Nokia Brick without any maps, acknowledging that even owning such a basic device was a luxury. This sparked an idea in my mind about venturing into the business of importing phones – a lucrative opportunity indeed, considering it's going to be booming soon.Soon, I will need a company for laundering my amassed fortune of five billion. Setting up a few paper companies in telecommunications, internet, and mobile phone products is a good start to build my business empire, it seems prudent.Fortunately, my memory served me right, and I navigated the car to the desired destination. The parking lot was nearly deserted, save for a few workers lingering in the shadows of the night."Victoria, care to follow me?" I asked, my voice steady yet in
Inside the opulent and exclusive motel, I found myself seated at a chair, the telephone resting on the table before me. With a sense of purpose, I retrieved Lewis's business card from my wallet – he was the accountant of Dave. I dialed Lewis's number, the anticipation stirring in my chest. “Hello, Mr. Lewis. This is Alex speaking,” I said, my voice steady as he answered.“Mr. Alex, what can I assist you with?” came his polite, measured reply.I leaned closer to the phone, lowering my voice. “It's about a gambling den, one controlled by the military. It's hidden on the third floor of an abandoned building near the slums. Are you familiar?”“Yes, I am aware of it,” he confirmed.I glanced over at Claire, her gaze locked onto mine, filled with a mix of hope and anxiety. “It's about my sister,” I continued, my voice laced with concern. “She's recently divorced, but her ex-husband has stolen everything – her money, jewelry, even the house certificate, and gambled it away in that den. She's
As we dined, Claire peppered me with questions, her curiosity evident. I skillfully navigated around the more personal inquiries, maintaining an air of mystery. With each sip of red wine, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade, lending her an air of vulnerability."Alex, do you know you're really handsome and mature? I can't quite guess your age. You seem young, yet so much more mature than me," she remarked, a playful tone in her voice.I responded with a laugh and a playful wink. "Well, secrets make a man, man. Don't they?"Her gaze lingered on me, a mixture of admiration and something more profound. "It's like you're the prince charming from a fairy tale, come to rescue a damsel in distress," she giggled, her eyes twinkling.[You have earned the title 'Prince Charming'. Equipping this title will increase your charm by 100% and potentially double the affection women feel towards you.]Intrigued by this sudden notification, I thought to myself, 'How do I equip this title?'[Just command.]
[ Sex Ability Related Reward:Upgrade Your Version 2 Analytic Eyes. Yes or No?]‘Yes,’ I confirmed.[Version 2 Analytic Eye Upgrade Initiated.]As the upgrade activated, an unexpected sharp pain shot through my head.[Now you can determine whether the woman is a virgin or has already slept with how many people.]I was shocked while reading about the new ability, widely considered as the most desired by men. "Is knowing about someone's virginity and their past relationships genuinely important? Shouldn't feelings matter more than physical attributes?" I pondered, critical of the stereotypical nature of this ability.I am certainly not that kind of man!However, since I possess this ability, I intend to use it wisely. Refusing it is not an option for me."Are you certain about wanting to purchase my house?" Claire asked, her eyes locking onto mine, a blend of curiosity and uncertainty in her gaze. It was clear her eyes were seeking an answer as she continued, "It's an old house, passed