Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

The black car pulled smoothly up to the curb outside the Birmingham apartment complex, the soft hum of the engine fading as the chauffeur stepped out to open the doors. The air was cooler here, carrying the familiar scent of home, far removed from the bustling glamour of London.

Noah climbed out first, his sharp eyes scanning the quiet street. Behind him, Caroline and David stepped out, stretching slightly after the long drive. In the back seat, Emily was fast asleep, her small figure curled up like a cat, her head resting against the window.

Noah walked around to her side and carefully scooped her up in his arms. She stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently before burying her face in his shoulder, completely knocked out.

"She's out like a light," Caroline whispered, smiling softly as she grabbed Emily's small backpack. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

"She's had a long week," Noah replied evenly, his voice low as they headed toward the building.

The family entered their apartment, the familiar creak of the front door and the faint scent of Caroline's homemade candles instantly grounding them.

Noah carried Emily straight to her room, her light breaths warm against his neck. Pushing the door open with his foot, he stepped inside and gently laid her down on her bed, tucking the blankets around her small frame.

Emily stirred for a moment, her lips parting to mumble something but she didn't wake up.

Noah stood there for a moment, watching her sleep, before turning and quietly shutting the door behind him.

By the time he returned to the living room, Caroline and David were already unpacking. Suitcases were unzipped, and clothes were being sorted into neat piles. Noah didn't hesitate to join them, pulling out his own things and helping them get organized.

"Leave it for tomorrow, sweetheart," Caroline said softly when she saw him unpacking her bag.

"It's fine," Noah replied, his tone even as he folded one of David's shirts.

The task didn't take long with the three of them working together. By the time they finished, it was close to midnight, the quiet hum of the TV in the background filling the apartment. Despite the late hour, none of them were particularly tired.

David sat on the sofa, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. Caroline joined him, tucking her feet under her as she grabbed the remote and lowered the volume.

The news flickered on the screen, recapping the week's headlines, but no one was paying much attention.

David glanced at Noah, his expression thoughtful. "Son," he began, his tone casual but laced with curiosity, "have you decided on the university?"

Noah nodded once, his gaze steady.

Caroline straightened in her seat, her excitement bubbling over. "Which one is it?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

Noah leaned back slightly, his voice calm as ever. "Cam and Bridge University."

Caroline's eyes widened, a delighted smile spreading across her face. "That's amazing!" she exclaimed, her hands clasping together. "They'd already accepted you because of your predicted grades, and now that you've actually got them, you're in for sure!"

David grinned, pride shining in his eyes. "Cam and Bridge," he repeated, feeling slightly emotional.

Noah nodded wryly, brushing off the praise with his usual understated demeanor. "It's just the next step," he said simply.

But to his parents, it was much more than that. Caroline's voice softened as she looked at him, her eyes glistening slightly. "You've worked so hard for this, Noah. You've made all of us so proud."

David nodded in agreement. "You've set the bar so high, son. You've given us more than we could've ever dreamed of."

Noah's lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. He didn't reply, but his silence was an acknowledgment of their words.

For a moment, the room fell into a comfortable quiet. The faint sound of the news played in the background, but no one was paying it much attention. Caroline and David exchanged a glance, their hearts full as they looked at their son.

"Cam and Bridge," Caroline murmured again, almost to herself, as if trying to let the reality sink in.

...

Noah stepped into his room, rolling his shoulders as the day's events settled in his mind. Spending time with his parents had been refreshing, and grounding. But now, as the quiet of his bedroom wrapped around him, his usual sharp focus returned.

He stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto the clothes basket, and headed straight for the shower. The water ran hot as he stood under the spray, steam curling around him. His muscles relaxed.

After drying off, he pulled on a fresh pair of pants and was about to sink into bed when—

"Ring-Ring!"

His phone buzzed aggressively on the nightstand, the vibration sharp against the wood. Noah's eyes flicked to the screen, and the number alone told him this wasn't a casual call.

Noah grabbed it, answering without hesitation. "Hello?"

A familiar voice came through the line, sharp and urgent. "Hello."

It was Lieutenant Adam.

Noah's expression darkened slightly. Adam never called unless it was important.

"Lieutenant," Noah responded, his tone calm but attentive.

"Noah. No—Captain Noah. We need your help." Adam's voice was tense, rushed. "We've received intel. A high-profile target is being marked for assassination. It's an infamous clan—professional, precise, and ruthless. We don't have much time."

Noah frowned slightly before he replied.

"Where?"

"The details are classified for now, but a chopper is ready to take you and the team to the site. ETA is under an hour."

Noah exhaled through his nose.

"I'll be at the base in twenty minutes."

There was no hesitation, no need for further discussion. He ended the call, slipping his phone into his pocket.

No unnecessary preparation. No wasted movements. This wasn't a mission where he needed elaborate gear. It was a protection opeartion—speed and decisiveness mattered more than anything.

Noah grabbed his keys and stepped out, moving through the quiet apartment like a ghost. He didn't bother waking his parents—there was no need.

The building's hallways were dimly lit, the soft hum of night settling over the complex. As he reached the front entrance, his eyes locked onto the black G-Wagon still parked where he had left it weeks ago.

Without breaking stride, he slid into the driver's seat, the engine roaring to life beneath his fingertips. The deep, guttural growl echoed through the parking lot, vibrating through the steering wheel.

Noah shifted into gear.

Then he hit the gas.

The tires screeched against the asphalt as he rocketed onto the main road, the G-Wagon lunging forward like a beast unleashed. The speedometer climbed rapidly—80 km/h, 120 km/h, 160 km/h…

He didn't ease up.

Buildings blurred past him, neon signs streaking like shooting stars in his peripheral vision. The city lights flickered in rapid succession, each streetlight illuminating his path for a split second before vanishing behind him.

At 200 km/h, the streets weren't roads anymore. They were obstacles—cars, intersections, pedestrians, everything was a potential hazard. But Noah didn't falter. His Advanced Driving Skills turned the chaos into something almost predictable. Every lane shift, every hard turn, every slight touch of the brake or accelerator—it was calculated, precise.

However, not everyone appreciated his finesse.

A man crossing the street turned just in time to see the monstrous G-Wagon slicing through the lane at breakneck speed. His eyes widened, the phone in his hand dropping on the concrete floor, cracking.

"What the hell—?!" he shouted, stumbling back onto the sidewalk just as Noah's car whipped past. The gust of wind from the sheer force sent napkins and receipts flying into the air.

Further down, a taxi driver nearly choked on his cigarette as the SUV roared past him on the wrong side of the road.

"Oi! You crazy—!"

His words were swallowed by the screeching of tires.

A woman in a small sedan gripped her steering wheel in terror, her hands white-knuckled. "Oh my God! Is he running from the police?"

A traffic officer stationed near a red light barely had time to turn his head before Noah sped past, blowing through the light like it didn't exist. The officer's whistle dropped from his lips.

"The hell did I just see?!"

One driver, sitting at an intersection, simply stared as the black SUV blurred past, his face frozen in an expression of sheer disbelief.

A man on a motorcycle, helmet barely fastened, watched in horror as Noah veered into his lane for a split second before expertly dodging him at the last moment. The sheer proximity sent the rider wobbling.

"ARE YOU INSANE?!" he screamed, voice cracking.

Noah didn't slow.

Didn't react.

Didn't flinch.

Everything in his periphery was just noise—static. The only thing that mattered was reaching the base ASAP.

The G-Wagon tore through the streets, weaving between cars with almost unnatural precision. Noah's grip on the wheel was steady, his focus absolute. At speeds like this, even the slightest miscalculation meant catastrophe.

But Noah didn't miscalculate.

The roundabout loomed ahead, with a few cars.

Their Brake lights flared in the dark night. Any sane driver would slow down, ease their way through.

Noah floored it.

He downshifted, yanked the wheel, and sent the G-Wagon into a brutal drift. The tires screamed against the asphalt, carving a perfect arc around the roundabout. Streetlights flickered across the glossy black hood as smoke billowed behind him, thick and curling in the cool night air.

A few pedestrians at a nearby bus stop turned, eyes wide. Someone fumbled for their phone.

"Yo, did you see that?!"

"That ain't normal—what kind of psycho drives like that?"

"Bro, this dude's playing GTA in real life. No way he's walking away without a prison sentence."@@novelbin@@