Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Noah's smirk deepened, his eyes filled with an unsettling light that seemed to pierce through Natasha's already fried nerves.

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She sat frozen on the bed, her hands trembling in her lap, unable to meet his gaze.

The silence in the room was loud, broken only by her shallow, panicked breaths.

"You know," Noah began, his voice casual, "I'm not even interested in what you were doing here. I already know you're here to steal something. You can do whatever you want to the house; you can steal it or burn it. do whatever you want."

Natasha flinched at his words, her chest tightening as she realized how much knows. Her eyes darted toward the door instinctively, but Noah didn't miss the movement. His smirk grew colder.

"Don't even think about it, I'm sure you aren't faster than a bullet," he said, his tone dropping into a chilling monotone.

Natasha swallowed hard, her pulse pounding in her ears as Noah leaned forward in the chair, the gun still steady in his grip.

"Now, here's what I

do

want to know," he said softly, the quiet menace in his voice making her shiver.

"Who are they?"

"I… I don't know what you're talking about," Natasha stammered, her voice barely audible as she forced the words out.

Noah's smirk didn't waver, but his eyes darkened.

He slowly stood up from the chair, the gun pointing towards the floor as he closed the distance between them.

Each step he took sent a wave of terror through Natasha until he was standing directly in front of her.

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against her chin, tilting her head upward so that she was forced to meet his eyes.

The contact made her breath hitch as her fear rose at an astonishing rate.

"Do you think I'm joking with you?" he asked, his tone soft but dripping with venom. "I dare you—lie to me one more time, and I'll put a bullet in your head."

Natasha's heart raced as his words sank in.

'He wouldn't shoot me, would he? I mean his gun isn't silenced,' She thought as she took a quick glance at the gun on her chin.

"He looks like a madman, he would really do it."

The unflinching expression left her no room for doubt.

He wasn't bluffing. She could feel the seriousness in his tone.

"I…" she tried, her voice cracking.

Noah leaned in closer, his smirk fading into something dark and cold. "I already have an idea of who you work for. Let me tell you something," he said, his tone sharp and deliberate. "It's not worth risking your life for a bunch of lowlives. Is it?"

Natasha froze, her mind racing as she searched for an escape.

Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, but Noah's piercing gaze silenced her before the words could form.

It made her feel as if she was naked, all her secrets were laid before his gaze.

His smirk returned, slow and unnerving.

"Don't worry," he said, his voice softening slightly but losing none of its edge. "I won't do anything to you… as long as you answer me that is."

The room was suffocatingly silent again.

Natasha's eyes darted between Noah's face and the gun pressing against her chin.

Her body trembled, as her mind worked in overdrive, she couldn't fight or flight.

Finally, her resolve cracked. "Alright," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'll tell you everything."

Natasha exhaled shakily, her hands gripping the edges of the bed.

Her eyes darted nervously between Noah's calm yet menacing face and the gun loosely hanging at his side.

Swallowing her saliva, she began talking, her voice trembling.

"I… I don't know much, unfortunately," she stammered, her words spilling out in a rush. "I was approached by them around a year ago. The person who approached me was someone I met in the probation centre."

"His name's Yanks. He told me he had a way I could make quick money, and he became my point of contact."

Noah raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, his expression unreadable as he gestured for her to continue by waving the gun.

"At the beginning," she said, her hands clenching the sheets tightly, "everything was lowkey. Just selling some ecstasy pills here and there. It was easy money, and I didn't ask too many questions. But…" She paused, her breathing uneven as her gaze flickered to Noah. "Everything changed about two weeks ago."

Noah tilted his head slightly, the movement was almost predatory. "Changed how?"

"Yanks started supplying me with… heavier stuff," she said, her voice dropping to a near whisper. " Harder drugs. He even started telling me about specific people to bait. He said they'd be easy targets if I used my body."

She hesitated, and Noah's gaze hardened.

"Go on," he said, his tone sharp enough to make her flinch.

She nodded quickly. "The boy… the 18-year-old kid you saw me with… he's only my second victim. They told me to lure him in and try to enter his house."

"The tactic was to make him loosen his guard against me by bringing him to 'my house.' Except the house isn't mine. it's a random house where the owners are away on vacation."

Noah nodded slightly, his mind already racing with the implications. "And what about the shooter in this area? Do you know him?"

Natasha's eyes flickered silently, a faint hesitation crossing her features but she quickly tried to hide it.

Noah's smirk returned, his gaze narrowing dangerously.

"Don't," he said softly, his tone laced with quiet menace. "Don't even think about lying."

Her lips trembled, and she finally nodded. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I do."

"Who?" Noah pressed.

Her voice shook as she answered, "It's Yanks. The guy who approached me in the probation centre."

"Alright," Noah said, his voice calm but commanding. "Call him. Bring him here."

Natasha's head shook violently, her eyes widening in panic. "I can't," she said quickly, her voice cracking. "He doesn't come to me when we meet up. I go to him always."

Noah's gaze darkened. "Where do you meet up?"

"At the bando," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "He is almost always there because he works out of a bando."

The word was enough to make Noah's mind whirl.

A bando was a small, and non-suspicious house that gangs used to package or manufacture drugs.

Noah's expression turned cold, his smirk returning faintly as he leaned closer to her. "Alright," he said. "You're going to take me there."

Natasha froze, her entire body shaking as she met his gaze. "I-I can't," she stammered. "It's—"

"You can," Noah interrupted his tone cutting. "And you will."

Her lips parted as if to argue, but the coldness in Noah's eyes silenced her immediately. She nodded slowly, tears welling up in her eyes as she whispered, "Okay… I'll take you."

"Good," Noah said, his smirk fading as a serious expression appeared on his face. "Now get up. We're leaving."

As Noah led her to his G-Class, Natasha's steps faltered, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the luxury vehicle.

'Why does a rich guy like this even care about any of this?'

she wondered.

'Did Yanks shoot someone close to him?'

She dared not voice her questions, her mind spinning as she climbed into the passenger seat.

Noah, remained silent, his expression unreadable as he started the engine and the car moved without wasting time.

It took them about ten minutes to reach the destination that Natasha led him to.

When they turned onto the street, she finally broke the torturing silence.

"It's the house at the end of the street," she said in a low voice, that was barely above a whisper.

Noah slowed the car, looking at the surroundings.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

He nodded. "Alright, let's go."

"Go?" she repeated, her voice shaking. "You mean you're going

there

? To the bando?"

"Yes," Noah said, his tone commanding. "You're coming with me."

Her face turned pale, and her breath caught. "I-I can't," she stuttered. "If they see me with you, they will know that I ratted them out, they'll kill me."

Noah turned to her, his gaze cold without any sympathy. "I think you're confused," he said, his voice low, each word deliberate and heavy. "We're not friends. And I'm not the police, I don't care about your safety."

The chilling calm in his tone made her flinch, but it was his next words that sent a wave of terror crashing over her.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Before they kill you," he said, his voice dipping into a near whisper, "I will kill you if you make me repeat myself again. Understood?"

Natasha's breath hitched for the nth time, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her lips moved for a moment but nothing came out.

After a few seconds of trying she managed to choke out, "Y-yes."

Her voice was so faint it was almost lost to the sound of the car's engine.

Satisfied, he turned his gaze back toward the end of the street.

"Good," he said, his tone final. "Now move."