World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World Chapter 161: Rachel Cobb [Power Stone Goal Bonus - ]

Rachel chased after Jas as he disappeared down the side deck. Her steps were fast, her breaths uneven, but Jas didn’t stop.

Jas noticing that Rachel was still chasing, sighed. He’d had enough.

He halted abruptly, spinning to face her.

"Back off," he said sharply, his tone laced with irritation.

Rachel stopped in her tracks, blinking. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a mont, she hesitated—watching the man she had dismissed earlier now look at her like she was an annoyance he didn’t have ti for.

Jas turned away, intent on walking off.

But then she said it.

"Wait. Please... wait."

The words stopped him—not the plea itself, but the weight behind it. Her voice wasn’t sharp or theatrical. It was genuine. And that was what made him pause.

Jas paused, exhaled slowly, and turned his head halfway.

"Say whatever it is you need to say. Quickly. I’m hungry. I left my food back there with that idiot, and I can’t be bothered to take it with ."

Rachel opened her mouth... then closed it again.

Jas raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

She sighed, her shoulders dropping as if letting go of years of pride. Her eyes flicked away, to the sea. Then finally, she spoke — so low he almost didn’t hear it.

"I need your help," she said quietly.

Jas stared at her like she’d just spoken another language.

"You need my what?"

"Your help."

He blinked, incredulous.

"You... want my help. The sa man you couldn’t even look in the eye less than two hours ago? The one who apparently didn’t belong at your table?"

Rachel flinched, just slightly. Her perfectly composed mask was beginning to crack.

"What could you possibly need from soone like ?" Jas chuckled, humorless.

"Yeah, no. I’m not interested." He turned to leave.

But just as he stepped away, he felt a tug at his shirt.

He looked back, startled to find Rachel holding onto him, her delicate hand clinging to the edge of his shirt.

Her expression wasn’t cold or dismissive now. It was... desperate. Eyes wide, mouth trembling.

Jas felt his stomach twist—not from pity, but discomfort.

Disgust even. It felt like he was being manipulated.

He pulled away from her grip.

"Let be for a while," he said. "I’m starving. Whatever ga this is, save it."

"I’m not playing gas—"

"I said let be."

Rachel’s lips parted to speak again, but Jas raised a hand and added, "Also? Don’t follow . Your presence is creeping out. Just... wait sowhere. I’ll find you if I feel like it."

Rachel’s brows pinched together. For soone used to controlling every room she walked into, the words stung.

She was beautiful—effortlessly so. Her figure was graceful, lean, her curves sculpted with elegance.

Everything about her from the cut of her white sundress to the faint sheen on her lips radiated quiet, expensive poise.

To be told her presence was "creepy"? It shook her. But she didn’t protest.

She simply sighed and nodded once. "Okay."

Jas shook his head and walked off, muttering under his breath.

He found his way back to the food station, grabbed a fresh plate, and took his ti. The hunger had co back with a vengeance.

As he ate, he let his mind wander.

Rachel Cobb.

He still couldn’t believe she’d said she needed help. From him. Whatever the hell that ant.

Ten minutes later, Jas returned to the lower deck and scanned the crowd.

To his surprise, Rachel was still there.

Standing by one of the side railings, far from the crowd, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes fixed on the darkening horizon.

Jas tilted his head slightly. He thought she’d have left. But no, she was waiting for him.

And when she saw him approaching, she quickly straightened up, brushing her hair back and walking halfway to et him.

She didn’t say anything at first. Neither did he.

They stopped a few feet apart, bathed in the soft glow of overhead lights.

"So?" Jas asked, crossing his arms. "What exactly do you want help with? I’m not making any promises until I hear what this is about."

Rachel hesitated, then looked away. Her voice was low, almost ashad.

"My position in my family... isn’t what it seems."

Jas waited, saying nothing.

"My older brothers," she continued, "are wrecks. One’s a gambler with three failed startups. The other’s a trust-fund parasite who hides his incompetence behind charity boards and fake foundations. But they’re both n. And my father..." Her jaw tightened.

Jas studied her closely, catching the flicker of pain in her voice.

"He doesn’t believe in daughters inheriting. He believes in dynasties. Male-led ones."

She took a deep breath, steadying her emotions and her slightly, shaky breath.

"They’re already circling. Trying to freeze out. Legally, socially, even emotionally. My father’s beginning to shift shares quietly, and I know one of them is angling to be written into the succession plan.

I’ve worked my ass off — quietly, in shadows — to hold our downtown REIT portfolio together. And now they want to reward with nothing."

Jas frowned slightly. "That’s a problem, but not mine."

Rachel t his eyes. "I’m not done."

Jas gestured for her to continue.

"They’re planning to marry off."

That made Jas stop. His brows lifted.

Rachel scoffed bitterly. "To a wastrel from another family. Soone whose father my dad owes a favor to. It’s an exchange — reputation, alliances, consolidation. I’m part of the deal."

"So what do you want from ?" Jas asked, tone flat.

Rachel swallowed, hard.

"You walked in here, no na, no legacy — and now everyone’s watching you like you’re soone they should pay attention to. You also humiliated William without caring about his family background like others. Even I..."

She faltered.

"I need soone like that in my corner. Not because I want protection. But because I need leverage."

Jas tilted his head.

"You’re asking for an alliance?"

Rachel nodded slowly.

"Call it whatever you want. I just... I need soone who can help change the board my family’s playing on. Soone they’ll take seriously."

Jas stayed silent for a long mont.

Then, finally, he said: "You want a seat at the table. But you’re outnumbered. So you’re asking to throw my weight behind you — no questions asked — because I embarrassed a frat boy with a superiority complex."

Rachel didn’t flinch.

Jas chuckled softly. "Why not go to Logan?"

"He’s... too tied to the system. His family wouldn’t risk this kind of blowback."

Jas let out a slow breath and leaned back slightly, studying her.

"You do realize what you’re asking to step into, right?"

"I do," she said.

"I won’t be your knight. I don’t do saving."

"I’m not asking to be saved," she said. "I’m asking to fight back. And I need help. Yours."

Another long pause.

Jas smirked, then shook his head.

"You know what the funny part is? I believe you."

Rachel blinked.

"But I don’t trust you."

She tensed.

"Still," Jas added, "I’ll think about it. You’ll get my answer soon."

And with that, he turned and walked back toward the lounge — leaving Rachel standing under the yacht’s lights, a breathless gust of wind brushing her hair back.

As for what Rachel, honestly, it didn’t stick.

Now, it’s ti for him to enjoy this party. At least, that’s what he’s supposed to do.