Black Dragon rushed forward and dropped to his knees in front of Jack.
"Mr. Jack, I'm sorry. I didn't recognize who you were! Just treat me like a fart and let me go!"
As he spoke, he slammed his head against the floor repeatedly until blood began to ooze from his forehead.
Jack frowned and said coldly,
"Break your own arm. For the sake of Mr. Robert Coleman, I'll let it go this time."
Jack had decided to show mercy—for the sake of Robert Coleman, the former owner of Fantasy Bar.
Black Dragon glanced at Robert and saw that he wasn't even looking at him. That confirmed it—he was truly screwed today.
He picked up a baseball bat one of his men had dropped and, without hesitation, smashed it down on his own arm. A sickening *crack* echoed through the room.
"Get out."
Jack's voice was cold as ice.
Clutching his broken arm, Black Dragon gritted his teeth and limped out the door.
"Thank you, Mr. Jack,"
Robert Coleman said sincerely. He knew just how ruthless and powerful these young elites could be. If Jack hadn't let it slide today, Black Dragon might've ended up feeding the fish in Riverport before sunrise.
Jack waved it off.
"Fantasy Bar still needs someone like you to keep an eye on things."
He looked at Robert as he spoke. Jack couldn't be there every day, and it would be exhausting if troublemakers showed up constantly. Having a local boss like Robert Coleman handling things would make everything easier—another reason he hadn't completely crushed Black Dragon.
After a few more words, Robert took his leave.
"I'll take you home," Jessica said to Amanda Owens, offering her support.
"No, it's fine. I'll just call a cab," Amanda replied. Her heart was still pounding—she had never seen anything like what had just happened. Her view of Jack had completely changed. Now there was a trace of fear in her eyes.
Without another word, she walked out of the private room alone.
Jessica didn't insist.
Jack led Jessica to the second-floor VIP suite of the bar. It was on par with a five-star presidential suite—utterly luxurious.
"Thank you for tonight, Jack,"
Jessica said, her eyes soft but complicated. Who would have thought that the boy who grew up next door would have such a powerful side?
"Jessica, come on. You don't need to thank me," Jack replied with a smile. "But aren't you someone who always hated these kinds of social gatherings?"
"I wanted to see if I could borrow some money from the rich kids."
Jessica's voice dimmed as she looked away.
"You need money?"
Jack was genuinely surprised. He knew Jessica wasn't someone who cared about material things.
"My dad's company ran into trouble. We're desperate,"
she said quietly. Just thinking about how her father's hair had turned white overnight brought tears to her eyes.
The banks that used to call him "brother" now refused to lend a dime. Worse, some even tried to take advantage of the situation. Friends and family avoided them like the plague.
Jack's expression changed.
"Mr. Quinn's company? But he's always been cautious."
"The accountant ran off with the company's liquid assets. There's no way to keep the business running now."
Jessica clenched her fists in anger.
"How much do you need?"
"Fifty million..."
She could barely get the words out. They'd struggled even to borrow a few thousand—fifty million might as well be the moon. Her heart felt heavy and helpless.
"Give me your bank account."
Jack said it plainly.
"I can't take your money, Jack."
Jessica waved her hands immediately. Deep down, she didn't even believe he had that kind of money.
"Stop being polite, Jessica. Come on, give it to me."
Deeply touched, Jessica finally gave in. She swore to herself she'd pay him back one day—double.
"Ding!"
Her phone buzzed. She opened the message... and froze.
She counted the zeros again and again—five hundred million.
She looked up at Jack, her face full of concern.
"Jack… how do you have that kind of money?"
She wasn't happy—she was worried. Worried Jack had done something illegal.
Jack saw her worry and smiled.
"It's legit, Jessica. Don't worry. I earned it fair and square."
"But… that's so much…"
"It's not too much. It's for you. And I don't want it back," Jack said, brushing away the tears from her face. "I just don't want to see you stressed and sad every day. That doesn't suit you."
Suddenly, Jessica wrapped her arms around Jack's neck and pressed her lips to his.
"Jessica—"
Jack tried to stop her. He didn't want her to feel obligated because of money. She was special to him—in the heart of this so-called "spoiled rich kid," she was different.
Jessica placed a delicate finger on his lips, silencing him.
She kissed him again.
"Congratulations, Host. You've just spent 500 million. Cashback: 500 million. You've earned 5 Spend Points."
The system's prompt echoed in Jack's mind, but he didn't even register it.
Fueled by wine and hormones, the atmosphere quickly shifted.
That elegant beige designer dress slipped off onto the floor. Spring filled the room.
...
"The Next Morning"
Jack woke to find Jessica already gone. A note lay on the bedside table.
"Jack, my love, I've gone to the office."
Jack smiled as he read the note.
After a quick wash and a light breakfast, he hailed a cab back to his mansion at Oceanview No. 1.
As he entered, he spotted Emily Carter stretching in front of the TV in her yoga outfit—every curve of her perfect figure on full display.
Jack couldn't help but marvel. Whoever invented yoga clothes deserved an award.
Seeing him come in, Emily quickly stood up.
"You're back, Mr. Jack," she said cheerfully.
Jack nodded. "Have you eaten yet?"
Emily rolled her eyes at him playfully.
"It's already this late, and now you're asking?"
Still, she replied, "Yes, I've eaten."
"Go get ready. We're going on a shopping spree."
Jack hadn't forgotten about his ten-times cashback card. He still wasn't sure exactly how much money he had now, but the thrill of spending money and getting more back? That, he wanted to enjoy.
The moment Emily heard "shopping," she lit up and rushed to get dressed.
No woman can resist the call of a shopping spree.