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.

their decision. The women lined up on stage, their eyes fixed on the darkness below, filled with anticipation. They knew that Jack would choose his

was the epitome of a charming and successful young man,

public girlfriends added to his allure, making

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

rose looks stunning on you," he said, his voice

smile spread across his face. "May I invite you for a

woman blushed

that Jack favored boldness and passion. An invitation for a drink from him was

responded eagerly. She would wait as long as it took to be with him, believing it would give her a chance to win

her to follow the helper to

to leave when Jack leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Oh, one

froze for a moment, her face turning crimson as realization dawned on her.

she left. However, their spirits lifted

so pure and refreshing. Truly a breath

flower in her hair perked up, her face lighting up with hope. "I love white jasmine for the same reason! It's so

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

disdain with a look of consideration. He hadn't even set the trap, and she was already eager to

couldn't ignore the fact that others would be interested in her. After a moment

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

waiting, Mr. Finch." Without waiting for further

watched the scene with bated breath, realizing that even with one woman having been chosen, the game was

still opportunities to catch Jack's or perhaps someone else's

the lilies are