Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 457

Amidst the darkness, Rose could vaguely make out Jack's silhouette, But he wasn't alone in the shadows. More than a dozen figures were seated around him, their identities obscured by the gloom.

Meanwhile, the women on stage feared that disobeying Jack's instructions would anger him and jeopardize their chances of earning his favor.

Remembering their purpose for coming here, one of them spoke up. "I'm willing, Mr. Finch."

"I'm willing too."

"I am as well."

"We're all willing."

Once the first woman broke the ice, the others followed suit, letting go of their inhibitions. The women looked toward the shadowy area below the stage, assuming that only Jack was watching them perform.

"Excellent. Then let's begin," Jack said, his tone filled with satisfaction.

After a brief discussion, the women swiftly decided on a routine they often practiced. As the music began, their graceful movements commanded the stage. Yet, their revealing costumes lent the performance an unsettling air.

In the shadows beyond the stage, the watchers' eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, like hunters selecting their prey.

No one uttered a word. In a group chat specially created for the occasion, those who had chosen their prey sent names of various flowers.

"Jasmine."

"Rose."

"Lily."

"Bellflower."

Each flower corresponded to a woman on stage.

As the performance concluded, each person in the audience finalized their decision. The women lined up on stage, their eyes fixed on the darkness below, filled with anticipation. They knew that Jack would choose his favorite flower next.

As Jack ascended the stage, his relaxed demeanor and striking looks made the women's hearts race. He was the epitome of a charming and successful young man, holding a significant position in his family's business empire.

His reputation for being generous with his public girlfriends added to his allure, making him highly sought after, even among celebrities.

Jack walked along the line of women, his gaze sweeping over them before stopping in front of one wearing a red rose in her hair. He smiled, his eyes glinting with interest.

"That red rose looks stunning on you," he said, his voice low and captivating.

He paused as if recalling who had chosen the "red rose" before letting a smile spread across his face. "May I invite you for a drink?" he asked, fixing his gaze on the woman.

The woman blushed with delight.

"Of course," she replied, a victorious smile on her face. She felt she had made the right choice with the red rose, believing that Jack favored boldness and passion. An invitation for a drink from him was precisely the opportunity she had been hoping for.

"But you'll have to wait a moment," Jack added, frowning slightly.

"I don't mind waiting, Mr. Finch," she responded eagerly. She would wait as long as it took to be with him, believing it would give her a chance to win him over.

"Go ahead," Jack instructed, signaling her to follow the helper to a designated area.