Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

After finishing breakfast, the family began to disperse, each heading out to their responsibilities for the day.

David adjusted his coat and grabbed his keys from the counter. "I'm off to the teahouse. Let me know if anything comes up," he said, giving a quick wave to everyone before stepping out.

Caroline followed shortly after, clutching her purse as she tied a scarf around her neck. "I'll be at the restaurant if you need me. Don't let Emily bully you too much, Noah," she said with a playful smile before heading out the door.

Noah laughed softly. "No promises."

He then turned to Emily, who was gathering her school bag. The two walked together toward the school gates, Noah's hands holding her tiny hands as they crossed the road.

As they reached the entrance to her school, Noah crouched slightly to meet her eye level. "Alright, Em," he said, ruffling her hair affectionately. "I'll come pick you up after school, okay?"

Emily scrunched her nose at the hair-ruffling but smiled nonetheless. "Okay! Don't be late."

"I'll try my best," Noah replied, smirking. "Go on, now."

Emily gave him a small wave before bounding off toward her classroom. As she disappeared into the building, Noah stood for a moment, watching the other kids stream in.

'She's so cute,' he thought, a faint smile tugging at his lips before he turned and headed back to his car.

Noah drove back to his mansion and suddenly, the screen on the dashboard lit up

Incoming call

Ring-Ring

Noah pressed the accept button on the screen, and the call connected.

"Hello?" Noah said, his tone calm but curious, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Hello, is this Mr. Thompson?" a professional voice asked on the other end.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Yes, this is me. Who's calling?" Noah replied, his grip on the steering wheel.

"This is Michael Jack from the corporate registration office. I'm calling to inform you that your company, Thompson Pharmaceuticals, has been successfully registered. The documents have been verified, and you're now authorized to start selling the product outlined in your submission."

A faint smile tugged at Noah's lips as he listened. "I see. Thank you, Mr. Jack," he said.

"You're welcome, sir. The certification should arrive in your mail within the next one to two working days."

"I see," Noah replied, nodding slightly. "Is there anything else?"

"No, sir. That's everything. If you have any additional questions or need assistance, don't hesitate to reach out," Michael offered.

"I appreciate that, but you've done plenty already. Thank you for the update," Noah said.

"You're welcome, Mr. Thompson. Have a great day."

"You too," Noah replied before the call ended.

'Time for the next step,' he thought. 'Now that the company is fully registered, I can let Arthur start planning the next steps for the distribution.'

But Noah's expression turned pensive. 'I also need to secure a factory location. Arthur can't be the one to handle that part.'

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel. Noah's eyes narrowed slightly.

The manufacturing process involved equipment that he received from the system, people cannot find that out no matter what.

'The last thing I need is for someone to dig his own grave, I can't be asked for the hassle. It's better to avoid it overall,' He thought, as his mind drifted to Arthur.

Reaching for his phone, he scrolled through his contacts. A name caught his eye—Jackson.

Dialling the number, Noah pressed the phone to his ear, his expression calm and collected as the line connected.

"Jackson, I need you to..."

**

'Once the factory is secured, I can start moving equipment in. Arthur will handle the front end, but the backbone will remain with me.' Noah thought as he entered his mansion.

Walking through the hallway, he spotted Pennyworth carefully dusting the frames along the wall.

"Good morning, Mr. Thompson," Pennyworth greeted, pausing his work and offering a respectful nod.

"Morning, Pennyworth," Noah replied, his tone calm yet warm. "How are you doing?"

"Thanks for asking, sir. I'm doing well," Pennyworth said with a small smile.

Noah nodded, acknowledging his response, and continued walking toward his room.

His mind, though calm on the surface, churned with plans and strategies. As he entered the privacy of his space, he shut the door behind him and pulled out his phone.

Dialing Arthur's number, he leaned against the edge of his desk. The call connected after the second ring.

"Noah? How are you doing?" Arthur's familiar, upbeat voice came through.

"I'm doing alright. How about you?" Noah replied.

"I'm doing good now, I have a feeling you're calling with some good news," Arthur said, his tone playful.

Noah raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "You're confident it's good news? What if it's bad?"

Arthur chuckled. "I'm an optimist when it comes to you. You're full of surprises, but they're usually the good kind."

"Well, I suppose you're right this time," Noah admitted with a chuckle. "The good news is that the company has been officially registered, and the product's been verified for sale."

There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end before Arthur burst out laughing. "That's not just good news—it's fantastic! This is huge!"

"Glad you think so," Noah said. "Now, let's discuss the next steps. When do you want to meet and go over everything?"

Arthur's excitement didn't falter. "Let's do it over dinner at my place. I'll have everything ready, and we can celebrate a bit while we talk business. How does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect. Just let me know the time, and I'll be there," Noah agreed.

"Great! I'll text you the details later. Looking forward to it."

"Same here," Noah replied before ending the call.

After the call ended, Noah headed to his closet and grabbed his gym clothes.

After changing to his gym clothes, Noah headed to the gym.

Stepping into the gym, Noah nodded in approval at the condition of the space.

The floors almost gleamed and the equipment practically sparkled under the lighting.

"They're doing a good job," he muttered, a small smile crossing his face as he glanced around.

Warming up with a few dynamic stretches, Noah rolled his shoulders, shook out his arms, and prepared for the strength portion of his workout.

His routine targeted every major muscle group with a blend of precision and intensity. Squats, deadlifts, pull-ups, bench presses. Each exercise was executed with controlled reps on the eccentric and powerful push on the concentric. He ended his strength session with a quick set of 335lbs weighted dips.

After finishing his strength work, Noah made his way to the boxing ring area.

Sliding on his gloves, he stepped into the centre of the ring.

He took his stance, light on his feet, and began to move.

His jabs snapped forward like coiled springs, sharp and powerful.

Whoosh-whoosh!

Each punch sliced through the air, his breathing steady and controlled.

He moved to the side, ducking an imagined counter before launching a combination of hooks and uppercuts.

Thump-thump-thump!

His movements were fast and graceful, each punch thrown with powerful force.

The shadowboxing session was more than just practice, it was a dance.

His shoulders rolled, his feet glided across the mat, and his hands moved in a blur.

"Boxing is truly an art." He muttered as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

With his body warmed up, Noah turned to the heavy bag.

The heavy bag hung from the ceiling, swaying slightly as if anticipating the barrage of strikes about to hit it.

He planted his feet firmly and

BAM!

, he threw a jab.

BAM!

The sound echoed through the room as the bag swung back violently.

Noah followed with a crisp cross.

THWACK!

His knuckles sank into the leather, sending the bag rocking sideways.

"Alright," he muttered under his breath. "Let's pick up the speed."

Thud-thud-thud!

His punches rained down in a rapid-fire combination.

Jabs, hooks, and crosses struck like thunderclaps, the sound of his gloves against the bag filling the gym.

His body moved in perfect harmony, his core twisting to add power to every strike.

Noah's pace quickened, his strikes becoming a blur of motion.

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He ducked under an imagined counter, pivoting sharply as he delivered a devastating left hook.

BANG!

The bag jolted to the side, the chain creaking under the impact.

"You're not done yet," Noah muttered to himself, launching into another sequence.

His fists were a blur, and the sound of his strikes filled the gym.

Bam-bam-bam!

The bag groaned as if protesting under the assault.

Breathing steadily, Noah planted his feet for the final sequence.

A jab snapped the bag forward, followed by a powerful cross that sent it rocking back.

He pivoted into a crushing hook, the leather surface denting visibly under the force, and finished with a monstrous uppercut that lifted the bag momentarily before it swung wildly on its chain.

As the bag swayed, Noah stepped back, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Sweat dripped from his brow, and his muscles burned in a way that felt satisfying and familiar.

Untying his gloves, he smirked slightly, admiring the faint imprints his fists had left on the bag.

"Not bad," he said to himself, tossing the gloves onto the bench. He grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat from his face and neck as he headed toward the shower.

After showering, Noah thought about his plans for the day.

"Arthur hasn't contacted me yet, I suppose I have some time left," He thought, as he headed to his car.

His next point was the collection point...

Flashback Pov

"Where did you drop off the gold you stole?" Noah said, staring into Tyrell's soul as he lay on the floor.

"We dropped it off at a collection point, he didn't meet with us. He gave us a specific number of the PO box. We had to place the gold and the gun back of it and leave, and we didn't dare to try mess with him so we just did as we were told," Tyrell said.

"What was the PO box's number?" Noah asked, his eyes still on Tyrell.

"It was number 10,"

Flashback Ended

"This ghost better not leave any traces, or I will make him a real ghost. He made me go through all this hassle to follow him..."