World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World Chapter 152: Patty’s And Leslie’s First Time At The Country

The remainder of Sunday passed quietly. With nothing pressing on his schedule, he decided to spend the day with Patty and Leslie.

They settled into the living room after lunch, lounging together on the expansive sectional couch as sunlight stread through the high windows.

The TV played a steady stream of lighthearted shows, the kind of easy entertainnt Jas rarely had ti for anymore.

They laughed at old sitcom reruns, argued playfully over trivia questions, and even roped Patty into a few rounds of card gas between episodes.

Today makes it a week since they got back from Cook Islands and for the first ti, Jas finally has ti to fully relax.

When evening rolled around, Jas excused himself to get ready for his dinner date with Natasha. She had texted him earlier, and they’d agreed to et for a quiet al together.

Jas picked her up around sunset, the city skyline gleaming gold and crimson as they drove to a high-end bistro tucked into a quiet corner of Westwood.

Their conversation over dinner was easy and familiar. It was filled with low laughter, so shared mories from high school, and subtle glances filled with affection.

After dessert, as they sat together in the dim light of the parking lot, conversation gave way to sothing deeper.

Natasha leaned in, her perfu curling around him like smoke, and Jas t her halfway, and their lips lted into a kiss.

Their kiss was slow at first, then deepened into sothing hungrier.

They stayed there for a while, tangled in each other, the car’s interior fogging lightly with their shared breath.

But Jas, ever aware of timing and control, eventually pulled back with a soft smile, brushing a stray lock of hair from Natasha’s face.

He kissed on the forehead and they said their goodbyes with promises to et again soon.

***

Monday morning arrived. The Bel-Air Country Club was closed for maintenance, aning there were no scheduled tournants, events, or training sessions.

Jas woke naturally, without an alarm, and for a mont just lay there, staring up at the high ceiling of his room.

The rare emptiness of the day stretched before him but Jas wasn’t soone who sat idle for long.

And so, after breakfast, he pulled out his phone and called Mr. Harrington.

"Morning, Jas," Harrington answered, his voice as chipper as always.

"Morning," Jas replied. "I want to get the properties docunts signed. Are you free?"

"Absolutely," Harrington said. "I’ll be there within the hour."

True to his word, Mr. Harrington arrived with a leather portfolio in hand, full of neatly organized docunts — the transfer papers for both the Manhattan apartnt complex and the Beverly Hills property.

Jas sat at the polished dining table and went through each page carefully. It was tedious, but he refused to rush it and when he was satisfied, he signed where needed.

"Congratulations," Harrington said when they finished.

"Thank you," Jas grinned, and asked about the progress with the docunts related to transferring his equities to the LLC.

Mr Harrington replied, telling him that everything was fine and that the papers will be ready for him to sign soon.

After a couple more words, Mr Harrington stood up and left.

Not long after Harrington left, Jas received another important call. And this ti, it was from Oceania Private Trustees, the firm overseeing his offshore trust structure.

Jas picked the call and on the other end of the phone, a calm, professional voice introduced himself.

Jas responded to the greeting and they started discussing, and the content of their discussion was about the ongoing managent strategy for the trust.

Jas listened carefully, then laid out his instructions:

First, he directed them to allocate the $150 million sitting under Steele Investnt Holdings LLC into crypto investnts.

Over 50% of it was to go directly into Bitcoin, with the remainder distributed cautiously among promising top-tier altcoins.

Of course, Oceania Private Trustees are naturally the one that will set up infrastructure needed for such huge amount of crypto and they are going to use so of the money for it.

The representative asked Jas whether the crypto were to be traded daily, but Jas said no.. What he wants is for the asset to be held until the ti is right to sell.

Hearing his answer, the representative told him that for such huge amount of crypto, a custodial wallet with multiple signature will be needed and also a hardware wallet.

After that had been concluded, next, Jas gave directions regarding the $200 million held by Solara Real Estate Holdings LLC.

He instructed them to use a portion of those funds to create another LLC in Delaware, through which they would begin purchasing high-quality real estate assets across the United States.

Preferably pri properties — downtown apartnt complexes, comrcial blocks, luxury rental units.

As the trustee representative asked deeper technical questions regarding ownership structures, escrow tilines, and international tax positioning, Jas kept his responses brief.

"For all the technical structuring, liaise directly with my legal counsel, Mr. Harrington," he said firmly.

"Understood, Mr. Zolomon," ca the respectful reply.

By the ti the call ended, Jas leaned back in his chair, with a small and satisfied sigh escaping his lips.

Quiet days weren’t wasted days. Today, from the comfort of his ho, he made decisions that involves hundreds of millions of dollars.

***

The days that followed passed swiftly and uneventfully.

Jas continued his training with Mr Donovan.They worked rcilessly on his short ga, bunker shots, and putting discipline.

Every morning and afternoon, Jas attended whichever gatherings or casual social mixers he was invited to at the club.

He did what needed to be done — making quiet appearances, shaking hands and observing the unspoken hierarchies of the elite world he was climbing into.

Each evening, he tried his best to study. From financial reports, to real estate trend analyses, crypto volatility charts.

He wasn’t doing because he had to yet, but because he knew the ti would co when being ready would an everything.

***

By Saturday morning, Jas entered the weekly tournant again.

This ti, he was paired with a different partner — a competent, if slightly stiff, investnt banker from Pasadena.

They played well, and Jas’ improvent was evident.

His drives were cleaner. His short ga tighter. His confidence, once tentative, now crackled beneath the surface like a current.

They didn’t win — finishing third place — but for Jas, the placent was his improvent.

***

Sunday morning, Jas woke early, ate a light breakfast, and helped Patty and Leslie get ready.

Today was special — for the first ti, they would attend the Family Golf & Brunch event at the club with him and see the country club for themselves.

He had already registered them earlier in the week, making sure every detail was squared away.

After a final check in the mirror, Jas decided against taking his personal Range Rover. Instead, he chose to drive Patty’s Range Rover.

As they climbed into the car, Patty sat in the front seat and Leslie sat in the back. As Jas drove to the country club, they all chatted and laughed softly, enjoying themselves.