The private hospital room, typically a space of quiet recovery, had been transformed into something resembling a corporate negotiation. Fifteen nurses stood in various states of shock and disbelief, their eyes darting between Hezri, their phones, and each other.
Lakyus had done the impossible—gathered every nurse from the ward in one pce. Some looked skeptical, others hopeful, a few outright terrified. But they had all come.
The Transaction
One by one, they hesitantly disclosed their financial burdens:
Student loans ranging from 80,000
to 80,000 to 250,000
Car loans between
20,000 and 50,000
Credit card debts, medical bills, even a few mortgages
Hezri processed each payment with a few taps on his phone, his expression unreadable.
Total Spent: 2,300,000
According to the dashboard only he can see:
[Current Money:
3,231,400→5,531,400]
The Aftermath
Nurses wept openly as lifelong debts vanished from their screens.
Some hugged each other, others stood frozen in disbelief.
Lakyus watched it all with a surgeon’s analytical detachment, but her fingers trembled slightly around her clipboard.
System Alert:
[All 15 Nurses - Familiarity: 0 → 50+] (Instant loyalty through financial emancipation)
[Lakyus - Familiarity: 70] (Awed by his capability, despite her reservations)
[Renner - Familiarity: 72] (Unshakable devotion)
The New Order
Hezri finally spoke, his voice calm but carrying undeniable authority.
Hezri: "My extended stay will require... discretion. I trust that won’t be an issue?"
The nurses—now debt-free for the first time in their adult lives—nodded in unison.
***
The Silvercrest Realty office was bathed in the golden glow of te afternoon sunlight as Dr. Lakyus and Nurse Renner sat across from the agent, pens poised over the purchase agreements. The sleek, modern apartments—positioned on the same floor as Maya’s unit—represented more than just property; they were symbols of a life unshackled from debt.
The Transaction
Apartment Cost:115,000 each (Total 230,000)
Payment Processed: Instant, effortless.
Refund Triggered: 230,000 returned to Hezri’s account, doubling his expenditure.
The Reactions
Renner signed with trembling hands, her usual clinical composure repced by quiet awe. The keys in her palm felt surreal—homeownership, something she’d believed was years away, now hers in an instant.
Dr. Lakyus, ever analytical, scrutinized the paperwork with a surgeon’s precision. Yet even she couldn’t suppress the slight tremor in her signature—a crack in her otherwise impenetrable facade.
The System Update
Back in his hospital room, Hezri watched the notifications flicker across his vision:
[Current Money:
5,800,000]
As Hezri observed the updated biodata, a new metric pulsed into existence—Loyalty—nestled beside Familiarity like a shadow to its light.
The Numbers
[Familiarity]
Dr. Lakyus: 79 (Resigned dependence, intellectual fascination)
Nurse Renner: 85 (Devotion bordering on reverence)
[New Attribute: Loyalty]
Alicia Voss: 25 (Grateful but independent)
Sara Lim: 40 (Protective, emotionally bonded)
Dr. Lakyus: 10 (Calcuting, minimally compliant)
Nurse Renner: 20 (Eager to please, but untested)
The Discrepancy
His brow furrowed. Maya and Lena—his first beneficiaries—had no Loyalty metric at all, despite their high Familiarity.
The realization struck:
Familiarity measured emotional connection—trust, affection, dependence.
Loyalty measured unquestioning obedience—the willingness to act against one’s own morals for his benefit.
Lakyus’s paltry 10 made sense—she cooperated out of pragmatism, not fealty. Renner’s 20 reflected her admiration but untested resolve. Sara’s 40? She’d already proven she’d abandon her old life for his protection.
But Maya and Lena… they enjoyed his gifts, but had never been tested. They’d never had to choose him over their own principles.
The Implications
The system wasn’t just tracking retionships—it was grading them. And now, it demanded more than passive acceptance.
It demanded action.
***
The sleek, modern office of Silvercrest Realty buzzed with the quiet hum of paperwork and congratutions as the agent handed over the keys to Lakyus and Renner, their new apartments now official. The air carried the faint scent of fresh ink and expensive perfume, the weight of the moment settling between them.
Then, from the corner of the room, Sara Croft—no longer bearing her ex-husband’s name—stepped forward, her sharp eyes studying the two women.
Sara (softly, a knowing smile curling her lips):
"Tell me… have you slept with Hez yet?"
A beat of silence.
Renner, ever the more transparent of the two, flushed pink but nodded without hesitation.
Dr. Lakyus, her surgeon’s composure unshaken, answered with clinical detachment:
"Once a day. For the past three days."
Sara’s smile widened. There was no judgment in her gaze—only solidarity.
Sara: "Good. Welcome, my sisters."
The unspoken truth hung in the air: this was more than just financial emancipation. It was an unbreakable pact, sealed in trust, secrets, and shared intimacy.
The New Hierarchy
Sara, now the veteran of Hez’s world, had taken the newcomers under her wing. The rules were clear—gifts came with expectations, and loyalty was earned, not given.
***
The Ferrari showroom gleamed under the bright lights, the polished curves of the Ferrari 812 GTS models reflecting the awe on the faces of Dr. Lakyus and Nurse Renner as they stood before their new cars.
The Transaction
Vehicle: Ferrari 812 GTS (Latest model, 440,000 each)
Total Spent: 880,000 (Two cars)
Recipients:
Dr. Lakyus (Familiarity: 79 → 82, Loyalty: 30 → 40)
Nurse Renner (Familiarity: 85 → 88, Loyalty: 45 → 55)
The Financial Alchemy
Back in his hospital room, Hezri watched as the system worked its magic:
[Current Money:
5,531,400→6,411,400]
As the ink dried on the Ferrari contracts, Hezri’s phone buzzed with another confirmation—60,000 transferred for luxury furnishings to complete Lakyus and Renner’s new apartments. Italian leather sofas, king-sized canopy beds, smart home systems—nothing was spared.
The system processed instantly:
[Current Money: 6,411,400→6,471,400]
Alicia watched the delivery teams work from Lakyus’s balcony, sipping champagne. "He thinks of everything," she mused.
Sara smirked. "That’s why we’re still here."
***
Alicia leaned back in the plush leather seat of her Ferrari SF90 Spider, the engine purring softly as she pulled into the showroom parking lot for what might be her final routine visit. The moment she stepped inside, the staff erupted into appuse—her record-breaking commission from Hez's purchases had rewritten the dealership's history books.
Showroom Manager (grinning):
"Effective immediately, you're on permanent VIP client duty—no more shifts. Just... keep doing whatever you're doing with that guy."
Alicia smirked, running a hand along the hood of a 812 GTS—the same model Hez had just bought for Lakyus and Renner, as she Company allowed her to trade in her previous car at ni additional cost.
Alicia: "Oh, I intend to."
The System's Note
[Alicia Voss - Status Updated]
Occupation: "VIP Liaison" (De Facto Retirement)
Familiarity: 85 → 88 (Professional fulfillment)
Loyalty: 25 → 35 (Pride in elevated status)
She texted Hez one word: "Done."
His reply was instant: "Good. Now focus on us."
