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.

concluded, each person in 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

He was the epitome of a charming and successful

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

his gaze sweeping over them before stopping in front of one wearing a red rose in her hair. He smiled, his eyes glinting

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

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

blushed with

course," she replied, a victorious 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 him

mind 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

her to follow the helper to a designated

leave when Jack leaned close to her

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

left. However, their spirits lifted when Jack's gaze swept over

so pure and 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,

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

masking a smirk of disdain with a look of consideration. He hadn't even set the trap,

in her, he nevertheless couldn't ignore the fact that others would be interested in her. After

refuse now, can I? How about we also

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

stage watched the scene with bated breath, realizing that even with one woman having been chosen, the game was far

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

the lilies are