The City Conqueror System

CHAPTER 5

Roman threw his whiskey glass at the wall right next to Giselle's head. The shattered glass scattered, making Giselle scream in terror and cower on the floor.

"The only one who has to shut her mouth here is you, Giselle," Roman hissed. His voice was low yet deadly. "You entered my territory, asked for my protection, and you dare to yell at my woman?"

"Roman, I'm your lover! Not her!" Giselle cried out in protest. "I made a mistake last night, I admit it! But you can't just turn to this woman right away! You love me!"

Roman laughed softly. A laugh that had absolutely no warmth.

"Love?" Roman looked down, staring at Giselle who was trembling on the floor. "You threw me away like a mangy dog last night because I couldn't buy you luxury. Now, when I have what you want, you come begging to ask me back? You're even cheaper than a street prostitute, Giselle."

Giselle's face flushed crimson from shame and anger, but her fear was greater. She moved forward, trying to grab Roman's leg. "Roman, please..."

Roman kicked Giselle's hand slowly but firmly, rejecting her.

"I can save your life tonight, Giselle. But nothing is free," Roman said. He leaned back casually against the sofa, his hand now stroking Eleanor's thigh, deliberately showing off the intimacy right in front of Giselle's eyes. "You said you would do anything?"

"Y-Yes! Anything!" Giselle answered quickly. "I will serve you in bed! I can do things that this stiff CEO can't!"

Eleanor snorted in amusement, but she remained silent, letting Roman take full control.

"I don't need a servant in bed. Eleanor is more than enough for that," Roman said decisively, making Eleanor's face blush while Giselle's face grew even paler. "If you want to stay here and survive Reginald, you will become a servant in this penthouse. A servant of the lowest level."

Giselle's eyes widened. "W-What do you mean?"

"You will clean this floor with your hands. You will wash my clothes, prepare my bathwater, and serve wine for me and Eleanor. You are not allowed to eat before we finish eating. You are not allowed to speak until permitted. And most importantly..." Roman leaned his body forward. "...you will sleep in the laundry room, not in a bedroom."

"Are you crazy?!" Giselle screamed in disbelief. "I'm not a maid! I'm your ex-girlfriend!"

"You only have two choices," Roman interrupted emotionlessly. "Agree to be my pet dog, or walk out that door right now and meet Reginald's ten hitmen who are coming up to this floor."

Giselle's lips trembled violently. She stared at the front door in horror. She knew Reginald wasn't playing around. Cedric's father was famous as a mafia boss behind the mask of a businessman. If she went out, she would definitely die tonight.

Giselle swallowed her saliva, which felt like sand. Her ego and pride were shattered into pieces. She slowly lowered her head until her forehead touched the cold marble floor.

"I-I agree..." Giselle whispered between her sobs. "I will be your servant."

"Good. Now clean up that broken glass with your hands," Roman ordered absolutely.

Giselle didn't resist. With trembling hands, she began picking up the shards of the whiskey glass on the carpet, while her tears continued to fall. Occasionally her fingers got scratched and bled, but she didn't dare to complain.

The system's holographic screen appeared in front of Roman.

[Mission Completed: Giselle's remaining pride successfully destroyed.]

[Rewards Distributed: Balance of $200,000,000 added. Reginald Orion's Corruption Data downloaded to Host's cellphone.]

Roman smiled cynically. His cellphone vibrated lightly. He unlocked his screen and saw dozens of files containing evidence of money laundering, murder, and bribery committed by Reginald for over a decade. This evidence was enough to make the old man rot in prison with a death sentence.

"Eleanor," Roman called softly.

"Yes, Roman?" Eleanor looked at him obediently, her eyes flashing with admiration seeing the way Roman subjugated people.

"Contact the Valoria Chief of Police. Tell him you have a big present tonight," Roman said while sending the files to Eleanor's tablet on the table.

Eleanor picked up her tablet and skimmed the contents of the files. Her breath hitched. "This... this is evidence of Orion Corp's crimes! My God, Roman. Where did you get these top-level documents? This can destroy their family this very night!"

"Just do it," Roman ordered casually.

However, before Eleanor had the chance to reach for her cellphone, a loud booming sound was heard from the direction of the penthouse's front door.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Giselle let out a stifled scream and dropped the glass shards in her hands. She crawled backward in fear, hiding behind the side of the sofa.

"Open the door, Roman! We know that b***h is inside!" shouted a rough voice from outside the door. "If you don't open it on the count of three, we're going to blow your door up with C4!"

Eleanor tensed up. She immediately stood up from Roman's lap. "Roman, they really came! The Zenith's security doors can only withstand ordinary bullets, not military-grade explosives!"

"One!" shouted the man outside.

Roman wasn't panicking at all. He stood up slowly, stretching his neck until a cracking sound was heard. The Alpha physical enhancement and Master Martial Arts Skill inside his body seemed to boil, begging to be released immediately.

"Two!"

Roman glanced briefly at Eleanor. "Contact the police now. Let me welcome our guests."

Roman walked calmly toward the main entrance. Right as the voice outside shouted "Three!", a loud explosion hit the teak wood double doors.

Fire and smoke billowed, bursting into the room. Five men dressed all in tactical black with automatic assault rifles barged in. They pointed the muzzles of their weapons straight at Roman's head.

"Die, you bastard!" shouted the leader of the attackers, who had a gunshot scar on his neck.

Roman only smirked. His eyes glowed coldly in the darkness of the smoke. The real party had just begun.

"You shoot too slowly," Roman whispered right into the ear of the shooter at the very front.

The man gasped and tried to pull the trigger, but Roman's hand gripped his rifle barrel first. With one hard upward jerk, Roman snatched the weapon, spun it around, and smashed the iron butt of the rifle right into the attacker's jaw.

Crack!

The man collapsed instantly with his jaw completely shattered.

"He's over there! Shoot!" shouted the leader of the attackers in panic.