Chapter 5: Stepping into the Unknown

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  The Weight of an Invitation

  Kai sat in his penthouse, staring at the sleek bck invitation card in his hands.

  It was simple. Elegant. Yet the weight behind it felt immense.

  Tomorrow night. A private event. A world beyond this one.

  This wasn’t just about money anymore.

  Celeste Laurent had thrown down a challenge.

  And Kai never backed down from a challenge.

  His fingers tapped against the surface of his desk as he opened his system panel.

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  [System Interface]

  Daily Spending Limit: 275,000,000

  Total Spent Today: 12,300,000

  Avaible for Personal Use: 10,000,000

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  "Still plenty of room to make an impact," he muttered.

  If he was going to enter that event, he needed to make a statement.

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  Dressing the Part

  Kai’s first stop the next morning was not a luxury brand store—it was a private tailor, one that only catered to the kind of people who never had to ask for the price.

  As soon as he stepped inside, the elderly tailor gave him a once-over, sharp eyes assessing him.

  "You’re new," the man stated.

  Kai smirked. "For now."

  A moment of silence passed. Then, with a nod, the tailor snapped his fingers.

  "Follow me."

  Kai was led into a private fitting room lined with handcrafted suits, each a masterpiece.

  "Bck or navy?" the tailor asked.

  "Bck. Something that makes an impression."

  Within moments, a team was measuring him, selecting fabrics, and piecing together a suit that would make a statement without screaming for attention.

  He left an hour ter, dressed in a suit worth more than a luxury car, tailored to perfection.

  He looked like he belonged.

  Because soon, he would.

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  The Event – Entering the Elite’s World

  Kai arrived at the location printed on the bck card—a private estate hidden in the hills, where only those who truly mattered gathered.

  Lamborghinis, Rolls-Royces, and custom supercars lined the entrance.

  The valet barely gnced at him before opening the door of his car. Recognition.

  No ID was needed. Just the card.

  As soon as Kai stepped inside, he felt the shift.

  This wasn’t a club full of rich kids funting their parents’ money.

  This was power in its purest form.

  Billionaires, industry leaders, the people who pulled the strings behind the scenes.

  And right at the center of it all—Celeste Laurent.

  She spotted him immediately, her lips curving into a smirk as she lifted a gss of champagne.

  Kai met her gaze, unwavering.

  He had arrived.