Dalton was rendered in awe the second he entered the unit, as the interior design was nothing but lavish. No wonder it's called the ultimate suit.
He went up to the ten feet tall, thirty-plus feet long floor-to- ceiling with and thought he felt like a king looking down at his kingdom when he looked at the view in front.
"This is it, Mr. Liddle, Block 1's ultimate suit. The glass of this floor-to-ceiling window in front of you is imported bulletproof glass. It's four inches thick; not even common missile can break it, and the transparency is superb. The daylight won't be affected at all. This window wall itself is worth over ten million. Also, this splendid chandelier above your head is from Gallia, and there are over dozens of hue lightning to choose from."
Then, Josephine proceeded to introduce the other room. "This is the kitchen.....this is the bedroom.....the study....the wine cellar.....the bathroom.....the antechamber....the entertainment room....."
With that, they headed up to the 38th floor. "There's an indoor swimming pool here. You can set it to have the water replaced every morning, and the water changed is purified sterile water. You can drink it directly."
Josephine even scooped a mouthful of water and drink it, all to have Dalton believe the water is clean.
Just like that, they spent an hour in the penthouse, and when they headed out, Josephine said to Dalton, "Why don't you head back to the sales office first, Mr. Liddle? I'll come back to you once I'm done cleaning."
At that, she grabbed a towel to wipe the floor, but Dalton stopped her. "Don't bother. I'm taking it."
"W-What did you say, Mr. Liddle?!" Josephine's hand jolted when she heard Dalton's word.
"I said, don't bother wipping. I'm taking this suit."
"Really?"
"Of course." Dalton affirmed.
"Thank you." Josephine exulted. "Shall we get the paperwork done now, Mr. Liddle?"
"Sure."
On their trip back to the sales office, Josephine was in a state of incredulity the entire time, having a hard time processing the fact that Dalton wanted to purchase the penthouse.
The commission should be.... Hmmm.... The total price of the unit is 398 million, so that means I'll get 3.98 million in commission! No way! I've never seen that much money in my entire life. With my commission, I can purchase ten houses back in my hometown.
In honesty, only someone like Josephine, who was from a small town, and had just entered the field, would trust Dalton wholeheartedly. If it were anyone else, they would believe in the existence of extraterrestrial life before believing a losser-looking guy like him would have four hundred million to purchase the penthouse. That said, they wouldn't even show him the units in the first place.
After returning to the sales office, Josephine went to get the contract ready and also call the manager, who, in turn, brought the accountant along.
It was already evening when the procedure were finally done, but none of the staff left as they had trouble believing Josephine really able to sell the ultimate suit in Block 1 out.
It was only after the successful transaction that they forced to accept the reality. Of course, their heart was bleeding at the same time as a potential four hundred million beckoned them a few hours ago. Yet they just waved at it. But who could they blame? Dalton had been standing in a lobby for a few minutes, but none of them attended to him. If anyone had even thought to approach to him, the four hundred million would be in their pockets by now.
The woman name Claire wanted to smack herself in the face even more so. It was a freaking four hundred million commission, for goodness sake! The year before, to sell out and eight million unit, she literally entertained a pudgy nouveau riche for a month before she managed to get him to sign the deal.
She had to endure the repulsion for a month just to earn an eight hundred thousand commission, but all Josephine took was half a day before she earn four million. She thought she could really pass out.
After leaving the Rochdale, Dalton giva Lydia a call before heading to Golddenn hotel for dinner. After that, he spent a little over ten thousand on a new phone and chucked his janky, pre-owned phone into the trash can before heading to his penthouse at the Rochdale, which he now called home. He would probably be staying here for a long time in the future.
Later, he call his university tutor, to ask for a few days of sick leave. A word of Dalton coughing up blood and passing out on campus spread, the tutor naturally heard about it. So they approved of the leave pretty quickly.
Dalton didn't want to go back for the class either, as he would certainly be ridiculed.
I'll go and get a luxury car tomorrow and drive it to the campus. See who'll have the last laugh then! Sandra Johnson, you give up our three-years relationship for some f**king ten thousand bag. Let's see if you'll rue the day when you see me driving ten million car on campus! F**k!
As he lay on the imported leather couch, Dalton thought, the life of a rich sure is f**king comfortable.
At that he check, the panel in front of him.
Host: Dalton Liddle
Balance: 9,999,999,501,986,412
Body: 14 (weak) +
Mental: 28 (normal)+
Skill: Can be added freely by spending Trillionaire points.+
Trillionaire points: 4
There was a plus sign behind Body, Mental and Skill, and he had also gained four Trillionaire points at this point.
Without any hesitation, he added all four Trillionaire points to Body, and the digits turn from fourteen to nineteen at once.
The next second, Dalton felt his body warming up, and his frail body, from years of malnourishment, actually evidently turned better.
He felt stronger than ever, and he looked at his body only to discover he had gained some muscle.
"This happens?! Won't I be even more amazing than an Olympic champion if spent another dozen more Trillionaire points on body?!" Dalton thought life couldn't get any better.
Later, he pulled his phone out and opened his Facebook to find two new friend requests- one from Lydia and another from Josephine.
Dalton accepted their request, and very quickly, Lydia texted him. 'Have you gone to bed yet, Dalton?'
'Not yet! What's up?'
'Am I not allowed to text you unless something's up?'
'Of course, you can... Why not?! I'm more then happy to get your texts.'
'You're such a smooth talker. I'm off duty this Sunday. Are you available? I want to ask you out for a swim.'
At that, an image of Lydia in a bikini come to Dalton's mind, turning him on at once.
F**k, this is plain seduction, how am I supposed to resist a gorgeous, fair, long-legged women's seduction?!
In the end, Dalton discovered that he couldn't resist at all.
Thus, he replied. 'I am! How can I not be available when you're asking me out?'
'Alright, it's a date. See you on Sunday.'
'Alright!'
'Good night, Dalton.'
'Good night, Lydia!'
At that, Dalton found that he wished Sunday would come a little sooner.
After that, he scrolled through Facebook for a while but quickly became bored of it. He had a small social circle, to begin with, so the people in his friend list were partially friends from school and, now, the one from college. The new classmate group, on the other hand, were rather lively. That said, Dalton rarely show himself there. Then, there were his relatives.
But only his roommate texted to check up on him.
Dalton's parents passed away from an accident when he was ten. Since then, he lived with his second paternal uncle, Wesley, until he got into high school.
Back then, his two paternal uncle and maternal uncle fought fiercely for his custody, and during that time, Wesley and his wife treated him absolutely generously. So Dalton thought he would have a good life living with Wesley even when his parents passed. Thus, he chose Wesley as his guardian in the end.
But lo and behold, life become miserable for him after Wesley got custody for him. Dalton was constantly punished and always given leftovers, leading him to be malnourished.
It was only when he grew older that he realised his uncle hadn't been fighting over his custody but his parents near two million worth of compensation.
Wesley, even more so, didn't give Dalton a single penny ever since he got into high school. If his maternal aunt and elder paternal aunt hadn't supported him financially, he would've dropped out.
Initially, it was agreed that the compensation would be returned to Dalton when he had reached eighteen, but he hadn't seen a single penny until this day.
And his aunts and maternal uncle had constantly argued with Wesley and his wife over this, but there wasn't much they could do as the money was in Wesley hands. Plus, Wesley's wife claimed that they had spent all that money on Dalton over the years.
To that, Dalton made a rough estimation. In the year he lived with Wesley, the money they spent on him probably didn't exceed five thousand, which were compulsory fees for his middle school and two off-the-rack shirts for each year.
Tsk! Those f**kers really screwed up my bloody life up.