I wandered around the manor for nearly half an hour before finally picking the room I’d use as my bedroom that night.
In the end, I settled on the one closest to the elevator. That way, if Lando ever decided to drop by, he wouldn’t have to roll his wheelchair too far.
Not that I really believed he’d co visit , of course. But hey, better safe than sorry, right?
With that thought, I pushed the door open and stepped into the guest room.
The first thing that hit was the size. "Holy shit! This is bigger than the entire dorm I used to live in!" I said, my jaw practically dropping.
The ceiling soared high above , with a chandelier that probably cost more than my old apartnt.
The king-sized bed looked so fluffy I half-expected it to swallow whole if I jumped on it, and the window—oh, the window!
I rushed over to the tall window and pressed my hands against the glass, staring at the garden spread out below. And this was only the guest room! If the view was already this gorgeous here, I could only imagine how amazing it would look from the third floor!
At that mont, I couldn’t help but think that Madeline had truly thrown away a golden opportunity to marry a kind and wealthy husband like young master Lando.
But ... I also didn’t feel that wicked woman was suitable for him. She would probably smile at him on the surface but secretly insult him behind his back, or worse, plot sothing cruel just to steal his money.
Even though Lando never revealed his true net worth, anyone who laid eyes on this mansion would instantly know he was that rich!
[Others would probably assu he got this house from his father, Host.]
Oh, the system was right.
If Madeline had married Lando, she would’ve just used him as a ladder to climb back into the Brixton family’s favor. Too bad for her, the Brixtons didn’t even care about him to begin with.
Honestly, there was no use imagining Madeline as Lando’s wife.
Still ... Lando’s wife. The words made my cheeks heat up. It felt strange and awkward, calling myself that or anyone’s wife, really.
Marriage was never sothing I pictured for myself, and yet, here I was, married to the founder of ZENTRA dia, of all people.
Speaking of Zentra, I still couldn’t fully believe it. That giant, untouchable company, the one everyone in the industry called a monster was his creation.
[But that’s the truth, Host! The system would never feed you false data!]
"Yeah, yeah, I know," I muttered under my breath, lips curling into a crooked smile. "I’m just ... still in shock, okay?"
The founder of ZENTRA had never once shown his face in public. There were no interviews, no photographs, not even a whisper of his true identity. He was such a mystery that even his own employees called him "Mr. X".
The company itself had been the center of attention for years because it rose like a storm, dominating the entertainnt industry in just twelve short years.
From what I rembered, ZENTRA dia hadn’t even started as Zentra. It was once a dying old company called Golden Star Pictures, the kind of outdated studio that had been crushed by ti because its owner refused to adapt to the modern era.
Golden Star had been drowning in debt for five years due to failed movies until its desperate owner finally sold the company. The buyer’s na was never revealed, but I rember reading that the company was sold for only fifty million dollars.
That was practically pocket change for a studio that had once dominated the box office in the ’90s.
Back then, every business column mocked the buyer, calling him a fool for wasting money on sothing with no future.
But just two years later, that "fool" transford Golden Star into sothing new and bold. The company was reborn as ZENTRA dia, rebranded for a younger generation. At first, ZENTRA dia poured its energy into online content, including strears, gars, and even eating broadcasters.
Little by little, it began producing short web dramas that, surprisingly, beca huge hits because the stories were fresh and adored by young audiences.
From there, the company only grew bigger, eventually launching blockbuster films and reaching the box office. But its biggest breakthrough ca when it created its own social dia platform called Zentra , which allowed users to live stream and even sell products online.
There were even more breakthroughs coming from ZENTRA, and I heard they were planning to launch a dating ga aid at a female audience, which was crazy, because everyone knew won were willing to spend ridiculous amounts of money if they liked sothing enough.
All this ti, I’d always wondered who the genius behind ZENTRA really was, and now that I finally had the answer, I honestly wanted to cry.
Could it be that my unlimited source of money was supposed to co from him? Was that why the system wanted to push his favorability all the way to 100%?
[No, Host.]
[The unlimited source of money has no limit, while Lando’s fortune still does. In other words, your endless wealth will co from the system itself, as your greatest reward for completing the main missions!]
Even now, I can’t help but think that this whole system is too good to be true. I an, why ? Why would soone as unlucky as suddenly hit the jackpot?
[As the system has told you before, Host, this program was designed specifically for unlucky souls like you. Every soul gets their own system, and you just happened to receive the money-making system!]
I was just about to say sothing to the system when a sudden knock ca at my door.
I hurried over and swung it open, only to freeze. A man I’d never seen before was standing there. I blinked at him a few tis, my mouth hanging open. "Uh ... who?"
The man gave a polite smile. "Good afternoon, Young Madam," he said softly. "I’m Henry Fletcher, the butler of this house. Young Master asked to deliver these to you."
I glanced down and nearly gasped. In his hands were a sleek laptop and a brand-new phone still in its box.
Wait a second ... hadn’t I just said I wanted to borrow his old laptop?!
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