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 stage, his relaxed demeanor and striking looks made the women's hearts race. He was

being generous with his public girlfriends added to his allure, making him highly

stopping in front of one wearing a red rose in her hair. He smiled, his eyes glinting

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

letting a smile spread across his face. "May I invite you for a drink?" he asked, fixing his gaze on the

woman blushed with

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 was precisely the opportunity she had

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

signaling her to follow the helper to

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

froze for a moment, her face turning crimson as realization dawned on her. "Yes... I

left. However, their spirits

and refreshing. Truly a

hair perked up, her face lighting up with hope. "I love white jasmine for the same reason! It's so pure

interjected, "Mr. Finch, I don't mind waiting for

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

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

now, can I? How about we also have

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

with bated breath, realizing that even with one woman

or perhaps someone else's attention.

Finch, the lilies