Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 457 Jack's Game

Amidst the darkness, Rose could vaguely make out Jack's silhouette, But he wasn't alone in the shadows. More than a dozen figures were seated around him, their identities obscured by the gloom. Meanwhile, the women on stage feared that disobeying Jack's instructions would anger him and jeopardize their chances of earning his favor.

Remembering their purpose for coming here, one of them spoke up. "I'm willing, Mr. Finch."

"I'm willing too." "I am as well."

"We're all willing."

Once the first woman broke the ice, the others followed suit, letting go of their inhibitions. The women looked toward the shadowy area below the stage, assuming that only Jack was watching them perform. "Excellent. Then let's begin," Jack said, his tone filled with satisfaction.

After a brief discussion, the women swiftly decided on a routine they often practiced. As the music began, their graceful movements commanded the stage. Yet, their revealing costumes lent the performance an unsettling air. In the shadows beyond the stage, the watchers' eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, like hunters selecting their prey.

No one uttered a word. In a group chat specially created for the occasion, those who had chosen their prey sent names of various flowers.

"Jasmine."

"Rose."

"Lily."

"Bellflower."

Each flower corresponded to a woman on stage.

decision. The women lined up on stage, their eyes fixed on the darkness below,

race. He was the epitome of a charming and successful young man, holding a significant position in

reputation for being generous with his public girlfriends added to his allure, making him highly sought

before stopping in front of one wearing a red rose in her hair. He smiled,

stunning on you," he said, his voice low and

before letting a smile spread across his face.

woman blushed with

and passion. An invitation for a drink

it took to be with him, believing it would give her

signaling her to follow the helper to a

close to her ear and whispered, "Oh, one more thing... I prefer dim lighting.

for a moment, her face turning crimson as realization dawned on her. "Yes... I understand. I'll wait for

as she left. However, their spirits lifted when Jack's gaze swept

It's so pure and refreshing. Truly a breath of fresh air,"

jasmine flower in her hair perked up, her face lighting up with hope. "I love white jasmine for the same reason! It's so pure and refreshing," she quickly said, eager to catch his favor. "But..." Jack

woman hastily interjected, "Mr. Finch, I don't mind waiting for you

her, masking a smirk of disdain with a look of consideration. He hadn't even set the trap, and she

others would be interested in her. After a moment

I can hardly refuse now, can I? How about we also

eagerly responded, "Of course. I'll be waiting, Mr. Finch." Without waiting for further instruction, she eagerly

women on stage watched the scene with bated breath, realizing that even with

perhaps someone else's attention. Encouraged, they began speaking

Finch, the lilies are beautiful,