Jack casually pulled out his card and handed it to the saleswoman.
"I'll take everything over a million."
"Sir... Are you serious?" The saleswoman stared at him in disbelief, wondering if she'd heard wrong. These cars weren't just luxury — they were worth hundreds of millions in total. Just the commission alone could set her up for years.
"Yes. Go ahead," Jack nodded calmly.
Emily, who was standing beside him, muttered inwardly, Of course. That's so like Jack — buying everything in one sweep.
They had just finished a full tour around the showroom. There were at least a few dozen cars. Even for someone like Jack, wasn't that a bit too much?
"Jack, you're buying too many cars. There's no way they'll all fit at your place," Emily said, her tone more concerned than critical. She wasn't worried about Jack being stingy — clearly, money wasn't an issue — but rather about where all these cars were going to be stored. He wasn't going to just park them on the street, right?
Jack paused. That was a fair point.
"There's more space at Seasky Mansion No. 2. I can use the outside area too."
He remembered that although Seasky Mansion No. 2 didn't have the prime location of Mansion No. 1, its available land was significantly larger.
Emily blinked in surprise. "Wait… why are you suddenly talking about Seasky Mansion No. 2?"
Jack tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I'll buy it. Use it to park the cars."
He sounded like he'd just solved the world's most difficult math problem.
Emily was stunned. Buying a mansion just to park cars? She'd heard of people buying garages or parking spaces — but an entire mansion? Was this… the lifestyle of the truly rich?
Then she burst out laughing. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. Jack, I swear, when it comes to showing off, no one does it better than you. Damn — that was smooth. Absolutely elite level."
Luke Anderson clutched his stomach, laughing out loud as he pointed mockingly.
Jack didn't even spare him a glance. He calmly pulled out his phone and said, "System, give me the contact info for the owner of Seasky Mansion No. 2."
He dialed.
"I'm buying your mansion. Two hundred million. Take it or leave it."
Straight to the point.
After ending the call, he took Emily's delicate hand in his and began gently massaging it.
"Your skin is so soft. How do you keep it this smooth?" Jack asked, genuinely curious. Her hand was like polished jade — tender, supple, like a baby's. It felt unreal.
Emily raised her chin proudly, stuck out her tongue playfully, and replied, "I was born this way."
The flirtation in her eyes was unmistakable. Her gaze lingered on Jack's face, lips curving in a smile that was equal parts challenge and invitation.
Luke's face darkened. Watching Jack shamelessly flirt with Emily — his dream girl — was like swallowing broken glass.
Keep enjoying it while you can, he thought bitterly. Once your little act falls apart, I'll be the one laughing. When she sees who you really are, she'll run straight into my arms.
Just then, a well-dressed middle-aged man strode into the dealership, practically glowing with enthusiasm.
He jogged toward Jack without hesitation.
Luke's eyes lit up. He quickly stood and walked toward the man.
"Uncle Harvey! What brings you here?" he greeted eagerly.
This man — Harvey Monroe — was the current owner of Seasky Mansion No. 2.
"Oh, Luke! It's you. I've got some business to take care of. We'll talk later," Harvey replied quickly before brushing past him and making a beeline for Jack.
"Mr. Jack, here are all the documents for the mansion," Harvey said with an obsequious smile. This is the real deal, he thought. A man who spends two hundred million without blinking. Better get on his good side.
Jack nodded. "Thanks. Appreciate it."
"No, no, thank you, Mr. Jack," Harvey said hurriedly, handing over the paperwork with both hands.
Luke stood frozen, jaw slack, looking like someone had just smacked him with a frying pan.
No way… No freaking way…
This had to be fake. There was no way a guy like Jack — a so-called "spoiled rich kid" — could afford Seasky Mansion No. 2. His brain screamed at him that it wasn't real, but reality slapped harder.
Sarah Benson, meanwhile, was stone-faced. She hadn't expected Jack to really buy the mansion. Her heart clenched with regret — why hadn't she tried to understand him better back then? He could've been her golden ticket. Now he was walking away... and it stung.
"Congratulations, host. You've spent two hundred million. Cashback: two hundred million. Gained: two squander points."
"Congratulations, host. Tenfold Cashback Card activated. Cashback received: two billion!"
Nice. Another twenty small goals achieved, Jack mused cheerfully.
The saleswoman returned, heels clacking rapidly as she half-ran toward Jack — he was like a money god walking among mortals. He had just bought over ten supercars like it was grocery shopping… and he looked damn good doing it.
"Mr. Jack, here's your card and the receipts. The total came to 110 million."
Her eyes sparkled as she handed him the receipt. If Jack asked her to leave with him right now, she wouldn't hesitate for even a second.
Jack took the card and receipts without even looking.
The way he didn't bother to check the amount only made her admire him more.
"Congratulations, host. You've spent 110 million. Cashback: 110 million. Gained: one squander point."
"Tenfold Cashback Card activated. Cashback received: 1.1 billion!"
Another eleven goals achieved, Jack thought, smirking to himself. What a productive day.
Harvey, standing to the side, heard how much Jack had just spent and was shaken. This guy's on another level. I need to stay close to him no matter what.
Luke and Sarah, who had only just begun to recover from the earlier shock, now felt the world crashing down again. Waves of disbelief roared in their hearts.
How the hell is he so rich?!
The two of them were dumbstruck, desperately wanting to flee the scene. Their pride — and their hearts — couldn't take another hit.
"Could you please have the cars delivered to Seasky Mansion No. 2?" Jack asked with a bright, satisfied smile.
The saleswoman's face turned red. Jack's smile was too charming, too dangerous.
"S-sure! Right away," she stammered, her cheeks flushing uncontrollably. Get a grip, she told herself, but it was already too late. Her heart was racing.
Jack gave Harvey a nod, then slid his arm around Emily's waist, guiding her out of the dealership with confident ease.
Luke and Sarah exchanged glances, then bolted — they didn't want to stay a second longer.
"Wait," Sarah suddenly stopped, her brow furrowed. "What if we've been scammed? What if the saleswoman and Harvey were both actors hired by Jack to impress that girl?"
Luke's eyes lit up. "You might be onto something. We know what Jack's family is like. Even if they sold everything, they couldn't scrape together one billion. Damn it, we got played."
He clenched his fists, teeth grinding. "Next time I see him, I swear I'll humiliate him so badly he won't be able to show his face."