10x Cashback: Your Wealth Is Mine

Chapter 138: Stirring the Pot

Did you know that in this universe, there are only twenty-nine women worth more than $10 billion? And get this. I'm somehow related, to my knowledge, to five of them.

I could be related to more than five but as I'm sure you know, I'm not particularly close enough to the Voss family to know the name of every member of the extended family.

Now, for the women worth more than $10 billion, my first step sister, worth $70 billion, is the richest of the five. Then, there's her sister, my second step sister, who is worth $50 billion.

There's my father's, current wife and mother of my youngest step sister. My third step sister is also in the list and finally, we have Clarisse Newton. Previously worth around $30 billion. Now, who knows?

Anyways, with five removed out of the twenty-nine, we're left with twenty-four. Out of those remaining, fifteen are married.

As you surely already know my principles, those fifteen are already targets I won't chase. If the cashback system assigns them to me, that's money I won't chase. Like Amelia Ward.

Now, we've got nine remaining women who can give me $100 billion with a single stamp. Out of those nine, four were old women. The kind of old that I'm not even sure I'll be able to seduce.

All that's left are five single women. Or at least, I think they're single. All I needed to do is to come in contact with them within the next 4 years and see if they're one of the 99 stamp holders.@@@@

But right now, my focus is on Clarisse. After spending a few days in the house, I'd come to see that she spent most of her time in her home office. The only times she came out was during breakfast and dinner or when she had an outing.

If I wanted to gain her stamp, I had to create an opportunity by myself. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I'm currently invading her private space like an entitled little bitch. I wouldn't try this method if I wasn't so sure she'd not really be offended. After all, I'd done it the first day I arrived as a test and her reaction had been... not so bad.

Don't worry. This time, I wasn't so rude. I knocked once, sharply, but didn't wait for a reply before stepping in. And yes, the knock is the only improvement from last time.

This time, she was also sitting behind her desk but instead of writing, she was typing into her computer. Wasn't she retired? Only God knows what she did in here.

She looked up from her desk as I entered, her eyes narrowing slightly. Before she could voice her displeasure, I raised the tray in my hands.

Fake it till you make it, remember?

Her laugh was soft, almost indulgent. "And why, exactly, would you try to flirt with me? What do you hope to gain, Nicholas?"

"Do I need to have a reason?" I countered, leaning forward. "You're a brilliant, powerful, and beautiful woman. Why wouldn't I?"

She studied me for a long moment, as if she could see my intentions from beneath my skin or something. Then she picked up her coffee again, taking a sip before setting it back down.

"You're bold." She said, amusement on her face. Not quite the best outcome but I'll take it. "I'll give you that. But be careful, Nicholas. I don't tolerate distractions."

"And I wouldn't dream of distracting you." I replied with a grin. She wasn't shooting me down completely. This means, something could still happen. "But if I've managed to make you smile, even just a little, I'd say that's a win."

Her lips quirked as if she wanted to smile, but she quickly controlled her expression. "Focus on the plan, Nicholas. I don't have time for games."

"Who said I was playing?" I asked, standing up and straightening my jacket. "I'll let you get back to work. Just thought you might appreciate the company, and the coffee."

She didn't reply, but her eyes followed me as I walked to the door. Just as I reached for the handle, her voice stopped me.

"Nicholas."

I turned, raising an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself." She said, her tone cool but her expression serious. "If you're not careful, you'll find yourself playing a game you can't win."

I smirked. "That's the difference between us, Clarisse. I don't play games I can't win."

Without waiting for a response, I stepped out, leaving her to think about whatever chess move she thought she'd made. Whatever happens, I'll make sure to have my cake and eat it too.