{Author-chan: Welcome to another chapter, my dear readers. I hope y'all liked the previous chapter and will like this one as well.
I would like to thank Felipe_Martinez_5930, badr_moutawakil, and Lboy for giving me shiny stones and particularly Poke_Reyes for giving me shiny stones every day.
Now, the goal for the extra chapter has been increased. Why? you might ask. I don't want to write two chapters in a day, that's all. I have bills to pay.
So, if you want another chapter and to see me suffer, the goal is 50 shiny stones now. And, if you just like the chapter and my book so far, drop some stones and comments anyway.
Okay, let's begin this chapter. You fuckers!
Toodaloo!!}
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4 weeks later — 11 weeks after arriving — New Greenwich, February of the Year 2169
It has been a month since we arrived in New Greenwich. Chapiel — The name of the company here is progressing fast, though there was a problem of running out of funds. But that was easily resolved by visiting casinos. Having powers above human capabilities has its perks.
What we are doing is having the workers at the factory manufacture each car while the main parts are OEMed from other manufacturers. It was cheaper to start that way. The first car, which coincidentally matched the Ferrari Testarossa F512M, was a hit in every zone. To be clear, it was an instant hit. The price reached as high as 50 years due to Hunger Marketing. Now, the second car is going to be released, and to protect my company, I need some friends, which led me to the casino again. {Pic. in the comments}
"Nice to see you again, Miss Alexia." The guard at the door says
"You too." I say while giving him 2 weeks as a tip.
{Flashback}
I ask Hannah, Lindy, and Jenny, lying on the bed after a daisy chain, "Are you sure?"
Hannah says with firm eyes, "Yeah."
Jenny says afterwards, "I can't decide; the advantage and disadvantage balance each other out. You decide for me."
Lindy chimes in and gives her answer, "Same."
I say, "Okay."
I ask Hannah, "And Diana?"
Hannah says, "She will also probably not take it."
Hannah's guess was right; Diana chose not to take the injection, while Lindy and Jenny could not decide. I still decided to give them the injections. I told them, "We do not know how many years will have passed until we find another alternative; until then, this can keep them safe."
{Flashback Ends}
A staff member asks, "What would you like to play today, Miss Alexia?"
I say, "Hmm... Poker."
He says, "This way, Miss."
During the game, I find Philippe Weis looking and saying, "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of your company before, Miss...?
I say, "Alexia...
Victoria Alexandra Alexia…"
He says, "Philippe Weis
I have heard of you.
You are making much people unhappy..."
I say, "If losing makes them unhappy. Then, let them. You can say I am just a fan of winning."
He asks curiously, "You don't have a guard, Miss Alexia."
I say in an indifferent tone, "Oh, I do... He is on my 7."
Guessing they probably didn't understand that pointing towards John, I say, "See…"
He says, nodding, "Bet you 50 years…"
The table had already reached 650 years by now.
While I was seeing his cards. He thought I was hesitating.
He says, "You must be young. When you've been 25 for 85 years like I have. Knowing only an act of violence can take your life, you learn to appreciate what you have."
I say, "I call…"
After being sure, I will win.
The pot reached
700 years.
He asks curiously, "How old are you, Alexia, if you don't mind me asking?"
Chuckling I say, "Now... Now... you know not to ask a lady her age."
He chuckles at that.
The poker boy reveals another card...
While he is doing that, a girl arrives from the entry upstairs; it was none other than Sylvia Weis.
She sits next to her father, annoyed as usual by being accompanied by her guard.
He says, "Of course, some think what we have is unfair..."
I say, "Somewhat…"
He goes on to make his point, "How? Isn't this only the next logical step in our evolution? And hasn't evolution always been unfair?"
I replied, "That would be logical if we were to evolve more. But aren't we stuck?" revealing a key fault that led society to this point.
He says, "Raise you another two centuries" seeing that I only have 200 years left in my capsule.
900 years
He says, "Still, This is merely Darwinian Capitalism. Natural Selection."
I say, "Sure. The strong survive."
Confidently I say, "I call"
1100 years
He throws his card down, thinking he seemingly made his point.
It was two queens spades and clubs.
Then, giving Sylvia a smile, I revealed my cards, an 8 of hearts and a 4 of spades.
The table had 7, Q, 5, J, and 6.
I won...
He says, a bit unhappy, "Thirteen figures, well played."
When his daughter started walking towards the stairs, I could not help but look at how that ass looked. Hey, what can I say? Ha ha...
Seeing that he says, "Troublesome times, is she my mother, my sister, or my daughter?"
I say, "Oh, I hope she isn't your wife." knowing she isn't. {Author-chan: Piece of Advice, Don't say that to somebody.}
"Daughter. Though she does look a lot like my wife."
He calls her over, "Sylvia… meet Miss Alexia."
She says in a happy tone, "Congratulations for taking years off my father's life, Miss Alexia."
Her father wittingly replies, "Which is usually what you do, don't you, my lovely daughter?"
Sylvia, annoyed at his comment and curious, says to me, "We're having a party tomorrow night; I hope you attend. Maybe win some more of my father's time."
NEXT DAY
As I drove to 350 N. Carolwood Drive.
John opens my door, and I get out of my Phantom to see Fleur de Lys Mansion. {Pic. in the comments}
Philippe Weis and his daughter are there to welcome guests.
"Welcome, Miss Alexia."
"You have already met my daughter. This is my mother-in-law Clara, and…
"Meet my wife."
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{Author-chan: That's all for this chapter, my dear readers. I hope y'all liked this chapter. If you did, don't forget to drop some shiny stones and comments.
In this chapter, my plan was to have a contact with the Weis family and then start the relationship between Alexia and Michelle.
And as usual, don't forget to read today's weird author's thought.}