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.

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

hearts race. He was the epitome of a charming and successful young man, holding a

girlfriends added to his allure, making him

before stopping in front of

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

"red rose" before letting a smile spread across his

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

as long as it took to be with him, believing it would give her a chance to

signaling her to follow the helper to

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

a moment, her face turning crimson as realization dawned on her. "Yes... I understand. I'll wait for you, Mr. Finch,"

disappointment as she left. However, their spirits lifted when Jack's gaze swept over them again before finally landing on another

a breath of fresh air," Jack mused,

with hope. "I love white jasmine for the same reason!

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

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

fact that others would be interested in her.

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

Without waiting for further instruction, she eagerly

women on stage watched the scene with bated breath, realizing that even with one woman having been chosen, the

still opportunities to catch Jack's or perhaps someone else's attention. Encouraged,

Finch, the lilies are