I need to head out to renovate the land we inherited from my sister.
After I helped her resolve her company's issues, she's been clinging to me every time we meet.
Once the renovation is complete, I invited her to join me for a business opening party at my place, which will be an intimate gathering with just my sister, friends, and me.
"Will she be welcome there?" Asuka asked with a teasing intention
"Why not? I'd be grateful for her presence." Kiyoshi replied like a gentleman
" Can my sister also join the party?"she said with a beautiful smile.
"Yes, why not!!"
Is he genuinely a gentleman, or is he just putting on an act in front of me? After all, he is my brother, so I can't fault him.
But wait, who is this 'good little sister' of hers ? Didn't she say she was alone with no one by her side, so where did this sister come from?
"Asuka, you've managed to protect your company this time, but mark my words, there won't be a next time," Mr. Teso sneered.
But Teso remained unfazed, turning to Mr. Martin with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Martin, I've got your back. Can you help me assemble a team of 30-40 top-notch coders from your company?"
Mr. Martin's eyes sparkled with interest. "Why should I, Mr. Teso?"
Mr. Teso's grin grew wider.
"Because once Asuka's company goes bankrupt, yours will be the one to acquire it. And I'll make sure that happens within the next five days. You'll gain her trust and dismantle her company from the inside out."
Mr. Martin nodded, seemingly oblivious to Mr. Teso's sinister intentions. "Thank you, Mr. Teso. And I must say, I'm impressed. Our company is about to launch the world's first bubble shooter game, thanks to your... motivation. Soon the code will be yours Mr.Teso."
Martin chuckled to himself, thinking, What a silly guy Mr. Teso is? He has no idea what's coming. I'll leave him with nothing in the end. It's time to make him taste defeat and lose someone close to him."
"Hello, Boss Gu," Mr. Martin said, his voice low and urgent.
"How can I assist you, Mr. Martin?" Boss Gu replied, his tone neutral.
"I need your help with a delicate matter," Mr. Martin continued. "I want you to kidnap Sara, the sister of the CEO of In Love Technology."
Boss Gu's expression remained impassive. "Consider it done, Mr. Martin. Leave the details to me."
Meanwhile, Mrs. Martin's thoughts turned sinister. "Sorry, baby Asuka. Today, I'll reveal my true nature to you."
The extensive renovation project on that picturesque field is finally complete! I'm thrilled to have recently acquired all the necessary documents for the land from my sister, marking a significant milestone in this venture. I've carefully curated a series of charming coffee shops at strategic checkpoints, where our discerning customers can indulge in a tranquil atmosphere, surrounded by the soothing sounds of our meticulously designed waterfalls and lush gardens. To bring this vision to life, I've hired a team of skilled workers, who will join us after the grand opening ceremony in just five days, ready to provide exceptional service and ensure an unforgettable experience for all who visit.
As I stood before the grand entrance of Villa No. 16, a sense of accomplishment washed over me. This was it – the moment I had been working towards( a mere reward from system,fake publicity). I was about to sign the final documents, solidifying my ownership of this stunning property. But just as I was stopped by a guard. A security guard, clad in a crisp uniform, approached me with a purposeful stride, his eyes fixed intently on me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I wondered what unexpected turn this encounter might bring. It's obvious I am still 16 years old.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" the security guard sneered, blocking my path.
"This villa is under my name," I replied confidently.
The guard burst out laughing. "What are you, kidding me? You think I'm a fool? Hahaha, this villa is under your name? Don't make me laugh!"
I stood my ground. "Yes, it's indeed under my name. You can verify it with your captain if you'd like."
The guard snorted. "Don't make me bother my captain with such trivial matters. A person who shows up to a billion-dollar villa in a taxi? You're not even worthy of stepping foot in here, let alone owning it."
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Host give a call in this number is to previous villa owner. Show up in front them.
Reward:- 120000Ωpoints, 50% shares of SUNY hotel, 3 custom black cards worth of 1B$ and increase in 4% strength.
Greedy host.
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Following the heated exchange, Kiyoshi swiftly pulled out his phone and dialled the number of the previous owner. He relayed the entire ordeal, and within minutes, a sleek, luxurious car glided to a stop in front of the gate. The owner, a dignified figure, emerged from the vehicle and approached Kiyoshi with a humble demeanour. To the guard's utter astonishment, the owner bowed deeply before Kiyoshi, a gesture of profound respect and apology.
The guard's expression transformed from scepticism to shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. He took a step back, clearly caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. Kiyoshi's calm and composed demeanour had seemingly turned the tables, revealing a truth that left the guard speechless.
"Welcome, sir," the guard said, his tone now laced with a hint of uncertainty. "This is the individual who attempted to trespass on your property."
But before the guard could continue, the owner intervened, his voice calm and measured. "Ah, Mr. Kiyoshi, I believe there's been a grave misunderstanding. Allow me to provide the correct explanation for this situation."
The previous owner's expression turned stern as he addressed the guard, his voice firm but controlled.
"How dare you question Mr. Kiyoshi's ownership and treat him with such disrespect?"he rebuked.
"Your behaviour is unacceptable and will not be tolerated."
With a swift motion, the owner pulled out a small notebook and pen, scribbled some notes, and ripped out the page.
"Consider this your termination notice, effective immediately. You are no longer employed by me or authorised to step foot on this property."
The guard's face turned bright red as he stuttered, 'B-but, sir...'
But the owner cut him off, his tone unyielding. 'Leave now, and do not return.'