Elvis Muskov Villa Complex truly lived up to its reputation as the most prestigious residential community in San Fierro. Even the security staff carried themselves with remarkable professionalism.
Of course, that professionalism was helped by the vehicle Luca Hale was driving. A luxury SUV worth several hundred thousand dollars was enough to command respect anywhere in the city.
"Yes, I recently purchased a villa here," Luca said after lowering his window. "Could you help register my license plate information? My na is Luca Hale."
The security guard’s posture beca even more respectful.
"Certainly, Mr. Hale. Please wait a mont while I notify the property manager to assist you."
Less than three minutes later, a woman strode over from the administration building.
She wore a fitted business suit, black high heels, and a pair of rimless glasses. Her short hair was neatly styled, giving her a capable and professional appearance.
As the property manager of Elvis Muskov Villa Complex, she naturally possessed both competence and charm. Residents paying millions for their hos expected a certain standard of service.
Still, compared to soone like Naomi Monroe, her beauty paled considerably.
Carrying a tablet, the woman approached the driver’s window and bowed politely.
"Good evening, Mr. Hale. My na is Francis Excel, property manager of Elvis Muskov Villa Complex. I’ll be handling your registration today. May I see your identification, please?"
"Of course."
Luca handed over his ID card.
The process was surprisingly efficient.
After taking a photo for the records and verifying a few details, Francis completed everything within minutes.
"All set, Mr. Hale."
She returned his ID with a smile.
"I’ll take you to Building Seven now. Please follow my vehicle."
Luca shook his head.
"No need. Just hop in and give directions."
Francis hesitated briefly before nodding.
"Alright, Mr. Hale. Sorry for the trouble."
After settling into the passenger seat, she finally got a clear look at Luca.
Even after years of eting wealthy clients and successful businessn, she couldn’t help feeling slightly stunned.
He was simply too handso.
Yet throughout the drive, Luca remained focused on the road.
Not once did he steal a glance at her.
That realization left Francis feeling oddly disappointed.
For the first ti in a long while, she found herself questioning her own attractiveness.
Guided by her directions, Luca drove deeper into the community until they arrived beside a magnificent riverside villa.
The evening lights reflected off the water, creating shimring ripples that danced across the property’s exterior walls.
"We’re here, Mr. Hale."
Francis stepped out of the vehicle.
"Welco ho."
Her professional smile returned.
"If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to contact . I’ll be happy to assist."
"Thank you."
After seeing her off, Luca walked through the front garden and pushed open the villa’s gate.
The mont he entered, he was greeted by an enormous living room.
The ceiling soared at least seven ters high, creating an overwhelming sense of space.
Massive floor-to-ceiling windows allowed moonlight to spill across the polished marble floor.
The villa consisted of two levels.
The ground floor housed a guest bedroom, dining room, entertainnt area, and several luxurious living spaces.
The entire second floor was dedicated to private suites, each equipped with its own balcony overlooking the river.
Naturally, a luxury villa valued at eight million dollars ca with every premium feature imaginable.
A private swimming pool.
A landscaped garden.
An underground garage.
And one of the best river views in all of San Fierro.
Luca slowly toured the property.
The more he saw, the more satisfied he beca.
Yet another thought soon entered his mind.
His parents were still living in an old three-bedroom apartnt back ho.
Compared to this place, it felt cramped and outdated.
They had worked tirelessly their entire lives.
Every dollar had been earned through hard work and sacrifice.
Now that he finally had the ans, it was ti for them to enjoy life as well.
’When I go ho this ti, I’ll buy them a proper house.’
’A big one.’
’They deserve it.’
That evening, Luca lounged on the sofa while casually scrolling through videos on his phone.
Suddenly, several private ssages popped up.
They were from viewers of Naomi Monroe’s livestream.
"Hey, Sober Tiger, are you there?"
"Naomi’s participating in a PK competition in ten days. Are you coming?"
Luca raised an eyebrow.
A PK competition was essentially a strear tournant.
The strear whose viewers contributed the most gifts would advance.
The higher the ranking, the greater the exposure.
For smaller strears, reaching the top ten could completely change their careers.
So even beca annual earners worth millions.
Luca imdiately understood why Naomi hadn’t ntioned it.
She probably didn’t want him spending more money on her.
Unfortunately for her, he already knew.
"Of course I’m coming."
Without hesitation, Luca opened the app and recharged one million dollars.
[Ding!]
[Host spent 1,000,000 Dollars on Naomi Monroe.]
[Critical Hit Triggered.]
[Reward: 30% Ownership of Twist Streaming.]
Luca nearly sat upright.
Thirty percent?
Twist Streaming was one of the largest livestreaming platforms in the country, with a valuation of approximately 1.5 billion dollars.
Thirty percent ant ownership worth roughly 450 million dollars.
That was worth more than everything he currently owned in San Fierro combined.
For a mont, Luca simply stared at the notification.
Naomi Monroe truly was his lucky star.
anwhile, thousands of miles away at Twist Streaming’s headquarters in New Orleans, chaos had already erupted.
Inside the executive conference room, an assistant hurried in.
"Chairman!"
Roro Dennis looked up.
"What happened?"
"We’ve received notification that a large portion of our publicly traded shares has been acquired by a private individual."
Roro’s eyes widened.
"What?"
"Who acquired them?"
"A man nad Luca Hale."
"How much did he buy?"
"Thirty percent."
The room instantly fell silent.
Roro frowned.
"Luca Hale?"
"I’ve never heard that na before."
"Is he the heir of so major conglorate?"
The assistant quickly checked his tablet.
"We found additional information."
"Speak."
"He recently registered a private account on our platform."
Roro blinked.
"A private account?"
"Yes. His first deposit was ten thousand dollars."
"And today?"
The assistant swallowed.
"One million dollars."
"One million?!"
Even Roro couldn’t hide his shock.
Soone who casually spent one million dollars on livestream gifts had also quietly acquired shares worth hundreds of millions.
What kind of financial monster was this?
The assistant continued.
"We believe the spending may be connected to a female strear nad Naomi."
"What makes you think that?"
"Because Mr. Hale only watches her broadcasts. He has never entered any other livestream room."
Roro stared silently for several seconds.
Then he slowly leaned back in his chair.
"I always thought I was rich."
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
"But compared to people like this..."
"This is what real wealth looks like."
After a mont, he looked toward his assistant.
"Put that strear, Naomi, on the hopage."
The assistant looked startled.
"Chairman, she’s just a small strear with a few hundred followers."
"If she gets matched against top strears during the PK event and loses, won’t Mr. Hale be unhappy?"
Roro imdiately slamd his hand onto the table.
"Use your brain."
"Do you honestly think soone who can spend hundreds of millions would let the strear he’s supporting lose?"
The assistant froze.
"Go."
"Promote her everywhere."
"Increase her exposure imdiately."
Back in San Fierro, Naomi was livestreaming as usual when a massive flood of viewers suddenly poured into her room.
The viewer count skyrocketed.
Comnts flew across the screen so quickly she could barely read them.
For a mont, she was completely bewildered.
Only after several viewers explained what had happened did she realize her stream had been featured on the platform’s hopage.
As for the man responsible for everything...
Luca Hale remained completely unaware.
At that very mont, he was busy packing his luggage for tomorrow’s trip ho.
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