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

women's hearts race. He was the epitome of

girlfriends added to his

women, his gaze sweeping over them before stopping in front of one wearing a red rose in her hair.

looks stunning on you," he said,

paused as if recalling who had chosen the "red rose" before letting a smile spread across his face. "May I invite you for a drink?" he asked, fixing his gaze on the

blushed

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

as long as it took to be

instructed, signaling her to

leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Oh, one more thing...

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

spirits lifted when Jack's gaze swept over

and refreshing. Truly a breath of fresh

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, eager to

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

look of consideration.

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

now, can I? How about we also

be waiting, Mr. Finch." Without waiting for further instruction, she eagerly stepped down from the stage, following the helper out

bated breath, realizing that even with one woman having been

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

the lilies