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

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 business

his public girlfriends added to his allure, making

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

looks stunning on you," he said, his voice low and

chosen the "red rose" before letting a smile spread across his face. "May I invite you for a drink?"

blushed

She felt she had made the right choice with the red rose, believing that Jack favored boldness and passion. An invitation for a

it took to

Jack instructed, signaling her to follow the

her

moment, her face turning crimson as realization dawned on

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

a breath of fresh air," Jack mused,

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

she might miss her chance, the woman hastily interjected, "Mr. Finch, I

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

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

can I? How about we also have a

responded, "Of course. I'll be waiting, Mr. Finch." Without waiting for further instruction, she

even with one woman having been chosen, the game

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

the lilies are beautiful,