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.

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

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

generous with his public girlfriends added to his allure, making him highly sought after, even among

them before stopping in front of one wearing

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

letting a smile spread across his face. "May I invite

woman blushed

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

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 him

signaling her to follow the helper to

her ear and whispered, "Oh, one more thing... I prefer dim lighting.

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

their disappointment as she left. However, their spirits lifted when Jack's gaze swept

a breath of fresh air," Jack mused, appearing

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

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

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

others would be

can hardly refuse now, can I? How about

waiting, Mr. Finch." Without waiting for further instruction, she eagerly

women on stage watched the scene with bated breath, realizing that even with one

perhaps someone else's attention. Encouraged, they began

Finch, the lilies are