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Jack then received the money from Heinrich; it took Heinrich 2 hours to send money to Jack's account.

"Alright, let's go to the office and take data from there." Jack said while packing everything, he has around 50 million INR in cash, so he took it with him as he has to pay for the interior designers and that delivery guy.

Jack then called the butler as the Aston Martin was parked in his apartment's parking lot while the Rolls-Royce was here, and in the Rolls-Royce he could barely drive; the legroom of the driving seat was very small.

Jack left the hotel with his luggage full of clothes and a huge luggage of cash.

Reaching downstairs, he saw the butler was waiting; seeing Jack with huge luggage, he came running and took both bags from Jack's hand.

Jack, seated comfortably on the backseat of the car, nodded his head. As the car started to drive, Jack opened his system panel to buy the private jet.

A card appeared in Jack's hand; there was a white and black mixed plane on the card. It looked gorgeous; there was a golden-colored name in the plane, which stated 'Jack Williams,' and it was getting showered by 500€ bills.

Seeing the name, his mouth twitched. 'Extravagant,' Jack thought, but he didn't mind as he liked the theme.

Jack then closed the system panel and put the card in his suit pocket, then the car reached the apartment, and it parked in front of the elevator.

"Young Master, Should I cancel the booking of your hotel? They'll refund you your money," Butler said as Jack was about to enter the elevator.

As Jack entered the building, he controlled 50 rats from the nearby to infiltrate inside the building for his own use.

Jack, shaking his head, said, "Not today. After you drive me to the airport and my plane leaves the airport, then refund it and take the whole amount for yourself. Now get those luggages and come upstairs." Saying this, he pressed the elevator closing button.

Reaching the floor, Jack, who came up with several rats, first surveyed the whole apartment with 50 rats, as he doesn't want to pop any booby trap.

After searching, he didn't find anything, so he just entered the room and ordered every rat to dive down from the 55th floor.

The building security, who were laughing while talking with each other, saw an unusual scene: it was raining rats, and the rats were exploding as soon as they touched the ground.

Security guards were flabbergasted by such a scene; they were scared shitless and were trembling because the blood of those rats was flowing in front of the building.

Jack, on the other hand, went inside the apartment and took every data from the computers and reset his progress. Although he was seething in anger, he calmed down and used his brain.

When I research the 1 NM chip, they'll be terrified.

Jack wanted to build something like a suit or nanotechnology to arm himself up; as the days were passing by, it was becoming more and more dangerous.

Then Jack sat down and called the interior guy and the delivery guy over, as Jack wanted to pay them before he left the country.

After making sure they were coming for the money, Jack called Samantha as he was leaving the country so he wanted her to know and be careful.

Unfortunately, she didn't pick up her phone. Jack then saw the time; it was lunchtime, so he ordered food from the butler who was waiting for Jack downstairs.

Jack, after eating the lunch, was feeling bored as the flight might be tomorrow, as the pilots needed to be ready, and he can't just put pressure on everyone.

So Jack went downstairs. Honey Leone was at home; luckily, as he pressed the doorbell, she opened the door.

The smile on her face froze as she looked at Jack, whose eyes were on her huge titties.

"No way." Honey Leone shook her head, as she was a married woman now.

"20 million €," Jack said, as he was feeling bored; trying her again won't be an issue.

"B...but," she held her stomach delicately as she wanted to, as Jack's dick was the perfect thing she ever took inside her.

Jack went inside and closed the door, as he's paying double the amount he'll enjoy her as much.

Jake woke up at 4 a.m. the next morning, still exhausted from the relentless rounds that had worn him out the day before.

Waking up, he saw Honey was sleeping on his hand; he gently removed her from his hand and called the Luxaviation.

"Sir, We wanted to call you after 8. We've arranged everything; it's just the plane you needed to check with Local Aviation for airworthiness and if it's properly maintained, so can you give us the address where the plane is now?" The agent talked as soon as Jack called.

"Alright, you have a personal hangar in the Mumbai Airport? I'll send the plane there," Jack asked as the plane was in his pocket.

"Yes sir, although we don't have a personal one, one of our mother companies does have an available hangar. It's in the third tarmac, C-45. If you can send your plane there, it will be perfect." The agent said on the phone.

"Alright, let's see what I can do to prepare the crew and all other things. I don't think my plan will fall short on anything," Jack said.

"Yes, sir, we've been in this business for a long time, and you don't have to worry about anything; just let me know when the plane has reached the hangar," the agent said.

"Make sure they open the hangar as soon as the plane reaches it with no questions, then close the hangar for about 15 minutes," Jack demanded while holding the System Card in his hand and reading the description.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Business Boeing Jet 747-8: Automatically summoned in mid-air, it flies directly to the hangar, precisely where the host desires.