Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

After finishing his business, Noah stepped out of the bathroom and walked down the hallway toward the party room. As he approached the door, he heard an unusual silence inside.

'Why's it so quiet?' he thought, his hand pushing on the door handle.

Pushing the door open, he was greeted by the sight of a large screen dominating the room. Displayed across it were screenshots of text messages—messages between him and Sarah.

Noah froze in place, his eyes quickly scanning the room. Layla sat in the front row, her face downcast, her hands trembling slightly as she refused to meet his gaze as if she was traumatised by him.

Mark stood frozen near the screen, his face pale with sweat.

The atmosphere in the room was electric and tensionous as all eyes darted between him, Layla, and Noah. The once peaceful gathering had taken a turn into something far more sinister.

"What the hell is this?" Noah said, his expression remaining cold and unreadable as he took a single step forward.

His presence made Mark involuntarily backpedal, his spine nearly pressing against the screen that displayed the screenshots.

"Noah, I—" Mark stammered, his voice trembling.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Noah's gaze hardened. "Turn it off," he commanded, his voice low and icy, carrying a chill that made the room feel suffocating to Mark.

Mark flinched, his eyes darting around the room frantically. "I—I don't have the remote. Layla, you bitch, turn it off!" he suddenly shouted, his voice cracking. "Didn't you say it was a surprise for the whole class? What the hell is this? Why is this on?!"

Internally, Mark's mind spiralled into chaos. 'I actually believed this bitch would leave Noah alone after everything. I warned her! I explained it to her! Noah isn't someone we can mess with!'

Layla, seated near the front of the room, raised her tear-streaked face, her eyes blazing with fury and pain. A few stray tears fell, her trembling hand clutching the fabric of her skirt.

"Of course, it's a surprise, Mark. A surprise for me too," she said, her voice cracking. Her words were drenched in venom and anguish.

She pointed a shaking finger toward Noah. "Imagine finding out that the boy you dated started dating your mom—just for revenge. And when he was done, he discarded her like trash on the side of the road! Look at what he did! He manipulated her feelings for his vendetta!"

The room gasped collectively, murmurs breaking out among the classmates.

Layla's voice grew louder, almost a scream. "My mom is broken right now. Do you know what it feels like to see your mother cry every night? She was manipulated into believing she found love after years of raising me alone and working her life away! My dad died when I was young, and she sacrificed everything for me! Noah played her, and for what? To hurt me because I rejected him?"

The girls surrounding Layla leaned in to comfort her, their faces filled with pity and anger. They gave Noah scathing glares, their expressions a mixture of disgust and judgment as if staring at the lowest form of life.

Despite the seething accusations, Noah stood calmly, his face devoid of emotion. His cold eyes scanned the room, absorbing every whispered insult, every glance of disdain. He didn't flinch, didn't waver.

Then, he moved.

With a fluid motion, Noah picked up a knife from the nearby table. The glint of the blade under the dim party lights sent a shockwave of gasps through the crowd. A hush fell over the room as the weight of what was about to happen sank in.

"Noah! Wait!" Aiden shouted, his voice breaking with panic.

Screams erupted from the girls, their voices blending into a cacophony of terror as Noah flicked his wrist. The knife flew across the room like a silver blur, whistling through the air.

Time seemed to slow. The room collectively held its breath as the knife embedded itself into the screen.

THUNK.

The lights on the monitor flickered once, twice, and then died as the screen shattered under the impact. The party room was bathed in eerie silence, the only sound the faint hum of the broken display.

Noah's eyes scanned the room again, his cold demeanour unchanged. The screams had subsided into a tense, oppressive quiet, the classmates too stunned to move or speak.

Noah stepped forward slowly, his boots clicking against the floor. "You," he said, his voice slicing through the silence like a razor, "should think twice before speaking on matters you don't understand." Read new chapters at empire

His words were directed at Layla, but the entire room felt them. Layla's face crumbled, she clutched at her friends for support, unable to meet Noah's gaze.

Mark, on the other hand, was visibly shaking, his back still pressed against the remnants of the screen. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, only shallow breaths.

The tension in the room reached a fever pitch as one of Layla's friends, a towering girl with a frame that made her look like she could double as a linebacker, stood up. Her face twisted in disgust as she jabbed a thick finger in Noah's direction.

"Do you think you're scaring us with this? Threatening us? Hah!" she barked, her quadruple chin wobbling with the force of her words. "We're in a civilized country! If you so much as touch a strand of Layla's hair, you'll be thrown behind bars where you belong. I dare you! Do it!"

Noah's eyes shifted to her, his expression calm but chilling. He tilted his head slightly as if memorizing her face before his gaze returned to Layla. The quiet intensity of his stare made her shrink further into her seat, her face pale and trembling.

"Layla," Noah said softly, his voice devoid of any emotion, but the weight of his words silenced the room. "You have one chance. Just one. Admit that this screenshot is fake, and I'll let this go. If you don't..."