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.

the performance concluded, each person in the audience finalized their decision. The women lined up on stage, their eyes fixed on the darkness below, filled with anticipation. They knew

demeanor and striking looks made the women's hearts race. He was the epitome of a

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

of women, his gaze sweeping over them before stopping in front of one wearing a

looks stunning on you," he

recalling who had chosen the "red rose" before letting a smile spread across his face. "May I invite you for a drink?" he

blushed with

she had made the right choice with the red rose, believing that Jack favored boldness and passion. An invitation for a drink from him was precisely the opportunity she had been

long as it took to be with him, believing it

to follow the

to leave when Jack leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Oh, one more thing... I prefer

realization dawned on her. "Yes...

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

so pure and refreshing. Truly a breath

face lighting up with hope. "I love white jasmine for the same

her chance, the woman hastily interjected, "Mr. Finch, I don't mind waiting

with a look of consideration. He hadn't even set the trap,

interest in her, he nevertheless couldn't ignore the fact that others would be interested

can I? How about we

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

that even

to catch Jack's or perhaps someone else's attention. Encouraged, they began speaking up, one

the lilies