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.

concluded, each person in the audience finalized their decision. The women lined up on stage, their eyes fixed on the darkness

Jack ascended the stage, his relaxed demeanor and striking looks made the women's hearts race. He was the epitome of a charming and successful young man, holding a significant position in his family's

his public girlfriends added to his allure, making him highly

sweeping over them before stopping in front of

you," he said, his voice low and

the "red rose" before letting a smile spread across his face. "May I invite you for a drink?" he asked, fixing his gaze on

blushed with

she replied, a victorious smile on her face. She felt 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 hoping for. "But you'll have to wait a moment,"

don't mind waiting, Mr. Finch," she responded eagerly. She would wait as long as it took to be with him, believing it would give her a chance to win

Jack instructed, signaling her to follow the helper

and was about to leave when Jack leaned close to her ear

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

However, their spirits lifted when Jack's gaze swept over them again before finally landing on another

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

a white 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

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

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

that others would be interested in her.

I can hardly refuse now, can I?

further instruction, she

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

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

lilies are