Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

"If Leo's angry, let him be," Noah said, stepping closer. "He'll come around when he realizes the truth. And if he doesn't… then that's his issue, not yours. You saved his life, Johnathan. That's all that matters."

For a long moment, Johnathan didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the floor. Then, slowly, he nodded.

His shoulders relaxed slightly, as he let out a sigh.

"Thanks," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "I just… I felt like I betrayed him, maybe I was paranoid."

Lionel smirked faintly, slapping a hand on Johnathan's shoulder. "Yeah, well, don't make me say it again. You're not getting any more psychiatrist talks out of me."

A faint, almost reluctant chuckle escaped Johnathan's lips. Noah watched them both, his expression still calm.

"Good," Noah said. "Now like I said before. Stay sharp, and let me know if there's any change in Leo's condition."

"Yes, Boss," Johnathan and Lionel said in unison, their voices steady now.

"One last thing, Johnathan I need you to spend your time listening to rappers on Utube, check if any of their voices align with the person you heard rap before."

Johnathan's eyes flickered with shock, as he realised something.

"How did I not think about that, he didn't sound like an amateur either, he must be well-established in the scene." Johnathan let out.
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Noah nodded.

"Yes, if we are lucky then he has uploaded some of his songs online, if we aren't then he is just a local rapper," Noah continued.

"Alright boss," Johnathan nodded.

...

Sitting in his car, Noah's mind processed every detail he had gathered with lightning speed.

His eyes narrowed as he muttered, "Johnathan isn't involved."

He had a suspicion that Johnathan might have had a role in this.

At first, he couldn't ignore the possibility that Johnathan might have played a part in the attack—why else had he survived unscathed? But after using his Advanced Skill, Memory Glance, he realised that he wasn't.

The fragments of Johnathan's memories played back in his mind. The fear, the quick decision-making, the genuine desperation as he dragged Leo to his car.

The short glimpses into Johnathan's memories confirmed that he wasn't involved.

"He was just lucky not to get shot," Noah muttered, his voice cold.

But his conclusion only made things more complicated.

'This makes it harder to deal with,'

he thought, his gaze darkening.

The attackers were unknown, and their motives were unclear. If it wasn't an inside job, then it meant someone external was taking bold steps into his territory.

'They are either amateurs, reckless or ..." He muttered, "They are confident."

Glancing at the time on his phone, Noah decided against heading to K-Block right away.

'That place is probably crawling with police right now,'

he reasoned, the thought of meeting that woman in a crime scene irking him.

'I probably won't hear the end of it from her,'

He smiled.

"I'll check it out tomorrow," he muttered, his voice low but decisive. "Early morning."

Turning the key in the ignition, the low growl of the engine filled his ears as he prepared to drive off.

He wasn't worried about identifying the four attackers—not yet.

Finding them might take time, but it wouldn't be impossible.

"If they thought they could hide, then they are deeply mistaken."

"Let's see how they act in the next few days," Noah murmured to himself, a smirk touching his lip.

As Noah drove toward his mansion, he tapped his phone a few times to call his dad.

The line rang twice before David's voice came through, though it was muffled as sounds in the background suggested he was still busy.

"Dad, hello? Can you hear me?" Noah asked, raising an eyebrow as he heard the faint clatter of metal.

"Yeah, yeah—give me a second!" David's voice was tinged with excitement. "I'm just closing the shop."

There was a pause, followed by the sound of a shutter being locked.

A moment later, David's voice returned, louder and clearer than before.

"Hello, son. You're not gonna believe what happened today, it was amazing. We mad—" His words tumbled out, brimming with excitement before Noah interrupted him.

"Whoa, whoa, Dad, calm down," Noah interrupted firmly. "You're in public. Are you asking to get robbed? You can ask me, I will come right away. But don't prioritise strangers."

David froze mid-sentence, realising his mistake as he lowered his tone. "You're right, you're right. I got carried away. I'll tell you everything when I get home."

"Alright," Noah replied, with a light chuckle. "How are the workers? Are they still with you?"

David glanced at the four men standing a few feet away, their eyes scanning the surroundings as they waited for him to finish. "Yes, they're still here."

"Good. Tell them to escort you home too," Noah said, his voice firm.

David chuckled lightly. "There's no need for that, son. I can manage just fine on my own."

"Dad," Noah's tone sharpened slightly, "we're making enough money to pay them to escort you home. Plus, with the kind of cash you probably have on you right now, it's not safe. If someone intercepts you out of greed, you'll lose everything. Is it worth the risk?"

David's cheerful expression faltered, his face growing serious as he considered his son's words. "You're right," he admitted quietly. "It's better to pay a little than to lose a lot."

"Exactly," Noah replied. "And besides, with those four, people will think twice before trying out anything. Five people aren't easy to intercept, especially them."

David's gaze flicked back to the workers. Their calm but imposing expression, and their athletic large build. "You're right," he said with a nod. "They're not pushovers."

"Good," Noah said. "Call me when you get home, alright?"

"Alright, son," David replied. "Talk to you soon."

...

Arriving home, Noah opened the door and headed to his room.

Inside the room, he put his phone and keys on the table near his bed and headed to the closet to grab a change of clothes.