Risaliyah

Noah, a highschooler was struggling due to his family's poverty and his father's declining health.

Despite that, he was content with his life... Until he visited his girl, trying to surprise her with a gift.

"~~~" Muffled sounds came out of her room as he stood at the door.

"She is... cheating on me?"

Just as Noah is about to confront her, a mysterious robotic voice echoes in his mind:

[Ding! Congratulations to the host binding the Ultimate Choice System!]

Option 1: Enter the room. 
[$100 Reward and a green hat]

Option 2: Leave the house and break up later.
[Rolls Royce Phantom and Basic-Driving Skill Reward]

Option 3: Marry her mother. 
[Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, Intermediate-Driving Skill  and $10,000 Reward]

"Naturally, option 3." He grinned.

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Disclaimer: 'Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!' is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This book may reference real companies and organizations, but these references are for narrative purposes only and are not intended to depict the actual conduct or involvement of these entities. The use of these names and references is not meant to harm, defame, or discredit these companies or organizations.

Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Noah strode through the glass doors of Walls4Us, his presence immediately commanding attention despite his casual demeanour. The receptionist, Emma, practically jumped from her seat mid-conversation with a client.

"Sorry, give me a moment," Emma said to the customer, already moving toward Noah with efficiency.

"Sure," the customer replied, not looking up.

"Good morning, boss." Emma's greeting was crisp, professional.

Noah gave his characteristic nod. "Good morning."

The simple exchange triggered something in the customer. That voice – deep, authoritative, unmistakable. Sarah's heart stopped for a moment as her mind raced through years of 'coincidences.'

The lost contracts that mysteriously renewed. The clients who suddenly changed their minds. The promotional opportunities that seemed to fall into her lap.

Sarah turned slowly, her suspicions confirmed as she faced Noah.

Sarah, The Tea House.