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 favorite flower

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

girlfriends added to his allure, making him

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

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

if recalling who had chosen the "red rose" before letting a smile spread across his face. "May I

blushed

choice with the red rose, believing that Jack favored boldness and passion. An invitation for a drink

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

signaling her to follow the helper

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,"

However, their spirits lifted when Jack's gaze swept over them again before finally landing on

refreshing. Truly a breath of fresh air," Jack mused,

love white jasmine for the same reason! It's so pure and refreshing,"

the woman hastily interjected,

her, masking a smirk of disdain with a look of consideration.

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

can I? How about we

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

scene with bated breath, realizing that even with one woman

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

Finch, the lilies are