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 eyes fixed on the darkness below, filled with anticipation. They

He was the epitome of a charming and successful young man, holding a significant

added to his allure, making him

them before stopping in front

you,"

paused as if recalling who had chosen the "red rose" before letting a smile spread across his face. "May

blushed

made the right choice with the red rose, believing that Jack favored boldness and passion. An invitation for a drink from him

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

her to follow the helper to a

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

dawned on her. "Yes... I understand. I'll wait for

other women on stage couldn't hide their disappointment as she left. However, their spirits lifted when Jack's gaze swept over them again before finally

refreshing. Truly a

woman wearing 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,

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

her, masking a smirk of disdain with a look of consideration. He hadn't

interest in her, he nevertheless couldn't ignore the fact that others would be interested in her. After a moment of feigned uncertainty,

now, can I? How about we also have

I'll be waiting, Mr. Finch." Without waiting for further instruction, she eagerly stepped down from

watched the scene with bated breath, realizing that even with one woman having

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

Finch, the lilies are