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 audience finalized their decision. The women lined up on stage, their eyes fixed on the darkness below,

the women's hearts race. He was the epitome of a charming and successful young man, holding a significant position in

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

along the line 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

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

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

blushed

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

Finch," she responded eagerly. She would wait as long as it took to be with him, believing it

Jack instructed, signaling her to follow the helper to

when Jack leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Oh, one more thing... I prefer dim lighting.

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

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

pure and refreshing. Truly a breath of

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

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

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

couldn't ignore the fact that others would

refuse now, can I? How about we also have

I'll be waiting, Mr. Finch." Without waiting for further

breath, realizing that even with one woman having been chosen, the game was far

perhaps someone else's attention. Encouraged, they began speaking up, one

Finch, the lilies are