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Chapter 7 - Debt Collectors Returned!

Well, money is money. And who wouldn't want to have more money?

Arthur smiled. "Hey, receptionist girl."

"Yes, sir?" She replied politely.

"How much is the total?" he asked.

"Oh, let me check. Your total comes to $2.5 million."

"I'm not short on money. I don't like dealing with decimals. Just swipe $3 million directly," he said.

At that moment, he exuded a domineering aura. The receptionist girl could barely conceal her surprise as she processed the payment.

Beep!

The transaction was successful.

"Wow, you really are wealthy. $500,000 is just a fraction to you!" She exclaimed, unable to hide her astonishment.

"Oh my goodness! He's a boss."

"Sorry, boss. I scolded you earlier. Please don't hold a grudge against me."

"Half a million is nothing to him. He's super rich!"

"What kind of car does this boss drive? I want to see."

"Host, engage in conversation with the boss more!"

...

The viewers were typing frantically. Arthur smiled.

"I would like her to film here. Is there a problem with that?" he asked.

"Sir..." The receptionist had a troubled expression on her face. She didn't want to offend such a big customer, but she also couldn't go against the boss's instructions.

"Don't worry. I'll spend even more millions here."

"Sir... Wait, let me call the manager," she said and hurried off to the staff room. Shortly after, a middle-aged man in a business suit emerged.

"Welcome, sir. I just learned that you've spent $3 million here. You are our valued customer, so please accept this card as a gift. It entitles you to a 10% discount on any clothing purchase. Additionally, if you wish, we have special designers who can create your dream clothes."

The manager didn't even introduce himself properly and rambled on.

Arthur frowned. "I don't care about the card." He took it and stuffed it into his pocket. "Tell me, can she live stream here or not?"

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"Cool! Host, you're lucky. A wealthy man is showing interest in you!"

"Wow, he must have a crush on our host."

"Our host is truly beautiful and attractive. He has excellent taste."

"My goddess... He's the perfect match for you!"

--

Everyone in the live stream was cheering for her. However, the live streamer herself was surprised, her face twitching.

"You were cold towards me earlier, and now you want to be friendly..." she murmured, unsure of how to react.

"Of course. Don't worry, our staff will support you, miss," the manager assured her.

"T-Thanks..." She was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Come," Arthur said, extending his hand.

She hesitated for a moment before taking his hand and looking around in awe.

"Wow, this dress is gorgeous... Oh, this one is so beautiful! Wait, it costs... Can a single piece of clothing really be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars? And look at this color, it's so lovely..."

She once again darted around like an excited child.

"If you want anything, just let me know. I'll buy it for you. Consider it a limited-time offer," Arthur offered.

"No, I don't want such an expensive gift from a stranger," she pouted and ignored Arthur.

He smiled. 'I'll help you whether you agree or not. If necessary, I'll even insist!' he thought to himself.

He walked alongside her, and a princess dress also caught his attention.

"You should try this dress," Arthur insisted.

"No... I don't like frilly stuff," the live streamer replied.

"You should," Arthur insisted again.

"No."

"Wear it."

"I said, I don't want to."

"Staff!" Arthur called out.

"Yes, sir," the staff members responded.

"Take her and make her wear this dress, even if you have to be persuasive. I'll give each of you $10,000," Arthur declared.

"Sure, sir!"

The female staff members' eyes lit up as they surrounded the live streamer.

"No... Wait... Waaaaiiiit!" the live streamer protested.

--

"RIP host. May your soul rest in heaven."

"I wonder how she looks in the dress..."

---

Arthur looked at her phone that the salesgirl took, and he paused the live stream, waiting for her to return.

After a while, she timidly came back.

"Here, share it among yourselves," he said, handing $100,000 directly to the salesgirl. She smiled brightly, thanked him, and bowed before leaving Arthur.

The live streamer, now wearing a long princess dress, had a bright red face. The dress showcased her shoulders and accentuated her figure, emphasizing her beautiful curves. The floor-length skirt added to her charm. Arthur was momentarily taken aback by her appearance, but he remained composed.

"Here," he said.

"Hello, everyone..." she resumed her live stream.

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"Wow, wow! The host looks beautiful. Host, show yourself in the mirror."

"I thought the host was beautiful, but she looks even more stunning now."

"The host is a goddess! She's so beautiful!"

"Damn, the boss really knows how to pick clothes."

---

She smiled weakly at her reflection in the dress.

"What's your name?" Arthur asked.

"Rin," she replied.

"Let's go."

"Huh? Where are we going?"

"To other stores. I need to buy many things."

"Why do I have to accompany you, then?"

"You mentioned it yourself in the elevator."

"Did I?"

"Yes." Arthur took her hand, and they headed to the mobile store together.

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Arthur and Rin explored the latest custom models of popular phone brands at the mobile store. Arthur chose the phone with the highest performance and storage capacity, and they continued their outing together.

"It feels like a date," Arthur remarked to Rin.

"A d-date?" Her cheeks flushed, and she momentarily forgot about her live stream, holding her phone up in the air.

--

"Are we the third wheel here?"

"Um, why is the host live streaming her date?"

"Is this some kind of event?"

"???"

---

Sounds of gifts and messages filled her mobile phone. After spending a few hours shopping, they left the shopping mall.

"Let's go," Arthur said.

"I'm still going with you..."

Arthur didn't respond and firmly took her hand, guiding her to come with him. There weren't many people around the sports car, and security guards were stationed nearby. Arthur handed them their fares and they both got into the car.

The car revved up and roared as it drove through the streets.

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Meanwhile, in an unknown five-star hotel...

"Did you find out where he is?"

"No... He's really managed to hide well..."

"Is he dead?"

"No, I don't think so. If he dared to scold us, he must have the guts to stay alive."

"Forget about him for now. Let's eat."

"Yeah, you're right."

The debt collectors, dressed in high-quality suits, were muscular and intimidating to the average person.

The debt collectors were indeed professionals in their field, earning millions of dollars per month. They had a reputation for successfully collecting debts and were respected by companies.

--

The car continued to speed along the road. The sun had set, and the stars began to twinkle in the night sky. Rin was too shocked and overwhelmed to continue recording the live stream, so it had already ended.

As a regular person, albeit from a relatively higher social class, Rin had never experienced riding in a sports car before.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her face filled with concern.

"Don't worry. I don't have any ulterior motives. We're just going to have dinner at a five-star hotel," Arthur reassured her.

"Huh? Why are you suddenly treating me so well?" She furrowed her brow, feeling perplexed.

"Don't worry about the small details. Just enjoy the moment. It's only for today," he replied.

"Okay..."

They parked the sports car at the hotel entrance, capturing the attention of many affluent individuals. Although they were impressed by the car, being wealthy themselves, they didn't fawn over it as ordinary people would.

Arthur and Rin stepped out of the car and entered the hotel, where the security guard respectfully allowed them to pass.

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The revenge part will slowly come. First, dealing with debt collectors and then making more money, he will gradually have his revenge.

Please don't look at these wasteful money parts as they are just for progressing the plot slowly.