World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

Zero...

What is this guy on about?

I spent all my points to track him and now all of a sudden he wants to work with me?

He didn't even leave contact information.

Is he retarded, or is he messing with me on purpose?

Mia is barely back to walking because of him.

He tried to kill my girlfriend.

He hired people to take pictures and spy on my family

And now he's saying that he might have beena little rude?

What a dickhead bastard...

Charlotte took a bite of her sandwich and leaned against the desk. "What's that face? What's it say?"

I glanced at her. "Apparently, the guy who hired people to kill you and destroy me now wants to workwithme..."

Charlotte blinked, mid-chew.

I handed the letter to her and she read it quickly. "Wow... What a dick."

"My thoughts exactly. Anyway, don't bother yourself with it. Let's go to sleep."

Before we called it a night, I made my way to the kitchen. We had a special shelf dedicated to supplements—each one in its purest form. I grabbed a few bottles: Ashwagandha, magnesium, GABA, zinc, vitamins, and melatonin. We took our doses and headed to bed.

The next morning, we woke early, threw on our running clothes, and went for a run, at quite a fast pace, but for a short time.

Running together had become routine.

Instead of taking everything in the form of supplements, I was ordering food from one of the best restaurants in the city, which prepared special dishes just for us, which guaranteed that we had a balanced diet that contained most of those nutrients in it.

We were only taking some supplements on top of that.

From what I got to know from Lily, to gain access to more research and reach the following level in the club, one must sacrifice 50 voting points.

But to get to her stage, where the ahead of it's time therapies are done, one must sacrifice 500 points.

That was practically impossible to achieve solo, which explained why the most powerful members would pressure others into voting only on them.

In the end, the club that was supposed to be 'fair' was the least fair thing I have ever seen.

Lily also told me that sometimes the high-ranking members of the club would create favor requests that would grant way more points than the regular favors.

But still, it was clear—the ones who were already at the top of the world were the only ones truly benefiting from this club, while the rest just played along.

Instead of becoming a 'yes' man for the high-ranking members, I knew what I had to do.

Infiltrate.

Take over.

Flip the whole thing on its head.

That was the goal, but it might be too much to ask for.

Another thing that got me thinking is that Gerald Soros is 102 years old and he became a Level 11 member, just like Lily, not too long ago.

Who the fuck is Lily then? To be able to reach that same level so quickly?

As I was thinking all that, we made it back to the house, our security tailing us the entire way. I barely noticed them.

Charlotte jogged beside me, catching her breath. "We need to be quick," she said, her voice a bit breathless. "You'll drive me, right?" She didn't wait for a response, already peeling off her running clothes as she stepped inside the house.

"Absolutely," I said, stealing a look at her."But first, let's enjoy a quick shower together."

Her smirk told me everything I needed to know, and I followed her into the bathroom.

She quickly took off her storts bra and panties.

It was a sight to behold.

...

We got into my silver Porsche and took off, security cars following us like always.

We no longer needed to drive in the security cars, but they were still escorting us, which must have been a strange sight to the pedestrians and students, but we did it a few times already; most must have gotten used to it.

I pulled up to the Music and Fine Arts department, and Charlotte leaned over, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you later," she said with a smile, then hopped out of the car.

I turned the Porsche around and drove to the economics faculty. Today was the first day that I would be taking fourth-year classes.

This time, there were no crazy kids fawning over my car, which was nice for a change.

But people still recognized me. As I walked to the building, as I walked to the building I would often hear, "It's that guy.". "Look." and so forth.

Everyone knew who I was now. It wasn't surprising—my investment in Google has been public for a long time, and my other investments are also public now, thanks to the SEC filings.

I had to file those because I still held onto Chinese stocks into the new year.

I stopped at the coffee machine, got myself a cup, and noticed a few more glances than usual.

It didn't bother me much, but what did was the thought of paying over $40 million in capital gains taxes.

I'd been putting it off, but I knew I'd have to deal with it soon.

As I walked through the hallway to the lecture hall, I noticed a familiar face. "Daniel!" I called out, genuinely enthusiastic to see him.

He was the 3rd year university guy that took part in the College Fed Cup with me a year ago.

"Yo, Jack," he grinned, walking up to me. "I heard you're going to the same lecture as me today."

"I am? Oh, right, you're a fourth year now."

"Yeah, Professor Blake is teaching it. He even told the class you'd be taking it."

I made an amused face. "Right... of course."

All of a sudden Daniel gave me a look, half in awe. "I read somewhere that some people are counting you in the Top 100 richest men in the U.S."

I laughed lightly. "That depends if you're counting Google. I've got locked shares. Google needs to hit a trillion-dollar valuation first."

'Though, if I included all my 'unofficial' assets, I might be sitting somewhere around the top 70.' I thought.

We walked into the lecture hall together.

It was already pretty full, and some of the students seemed to notice me as I walked all the way to the back clutching my cup of coffee and nothing else. No notebook. No laptop. I wasn't planning to take any notes anyway.

I settled into the back row, where it was pretty empty.

A minute before the lecture kicked off, I saw this hot chick making her way up.

I had no idea who it was, but she was coming towards me with some unfound confidence, like she knew me.

She had a perfect oval face with a tiny cupid bow mouth and pink lips glistening with lip gloss.

Her long, black hair fell down the small of her back. Her short white cheerleader's skirt gripped her hips, combined with a black, strapless corset-style top, which lay tight against her body.

The top exposed just enough of the curve of her chest, while it's bottom hem was nestled enticingly into her skirt.

She smiled a radiant smile at me and stepped over to me, flouncing her skirt in a swirl as she plopped her bottom into the seat next to me.

The skirt landed bunched in a wad at her midthigh.

She dropped her bookbag onto the floor under the seat and turned sideways toward me.

"Hi, I'm Ava," she said, leaning in a bit closer.

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"No, you don't know me yet, but I wanted to ask you something."

She was speaking with such a melodic voice that I was sure she was pretending to be a cute girl to charm me.

"Ask quick, then. The lecture is about to start."

"Have you thought about donating to a charity?" she asked.

I sighed. "No. I didn't."

"I'm leading a charity for poor but talented people who can't afford university costs. Do you think you could donate even a small amount?"

I shrugged. "I don't really feel like it. Just hang some posters around campus or something. Someone will definitely donate."

And what happened next was really... strange.

She changed her sitting position, one foot tucked under her on the seat, the other resting on the floor. This put her with her legs spread, then she reached with one of her hands down between her thighs, lifting her skirt slightly to reveal her white panties to me.

Now I was sure that the charity was a hoax; this girl was used to scamming people. Was she even a part of this class, or did she sneak in here?

"Isn't there anything that I can do to change your mind?" She murmured as her hand slid up my leg and brushed against my crotch. "Maybe something to convince you?"

Spoiled girl who thinks that all she has to do is rub up against a man to get what she wants.

I took her by the shoulders and gently but firmly pushed her away from me. "No. Leave now." I said in a firm voice and saw the surprise in her eyes.

What's wrong with her?

Trying to leech off of me like I'm a billionaire or something...

She actually left the lecture hall a second later.

Among the most bizarre things that have ever occurred to me, I think this takes the cake.

... maybe not.

The lecture on "Predicting Economic Trends by Understanding Group Psychology" kicked off soon after.

It was a specialization that I was taking.

I noticed that Professor Blake seemed much livelier and happier than a year ago.

I think I heard sometime that he got a job at a trading firm. That could be why he is so happy: he is making good money.

Toward the end, he called me out specifically to stay after for a minute.

So I did.

I walked up to him. "What is it about, Professor?"

He smiled. "Well, Jack, the time for you to work on your thesis is coming, and I have a proposition for you. Instead of writing a thesis, what do you think about giving talks?"