Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

As Noah casually walked out of the mall, completely unbothered, sirens wailed in the distance. The unmistakable sound of police cars pulling up filled the air as curious bystanders turned their heads to watch the scene unfold.

The officers exited their cars in a coordinated rush, their faces stern as they followed their lead which was four groaning men shoved unceremoniously into a dumpster.

Staff Sergeant Rachel stepped out of her patrol car, sunglasses perched confidently on her face, scanning the scene. Her eyes landed on the parking lot and then the very out-of-place human-sized trash heap.

"Four men…stacked above each other like that?" Rachel muttered, her brow twitching slightly. "This feels familiar…."

One of her officers approached. "Sergeant Rachel, the tip we got checks out—these are the guys. Assault, attempted robbery, the whole deal. Looks like someone did our job for us… again."

Rachel exhaled sharply through her nose and turned to another officer nearby. "Alright. Contact the management. I need access to the CCTV footage now. I want to know who's responsible."

"Yes, ma'am!" the officer said.

10 Minutes Later...

Inside the CCTV Room.

The faint hum of the CCTV monitors filled the air as the footage began playing. Rachel leaned over the console, her eyes glued to the screen as the events unfolded.

The footage began with Noah calmly closing the trunk of his G-Wagon, only to be approached by the four men. The exchange looked predictable at first—the robbers puffing their chests and waving their weapons as if they were already victorious.

Rachel squinted as she watched.

"It's thing guy..." she muttered under her breath.

The moment Noah handed them the bag and stepped closer, the screen became an action movie in Fast Forward.

WHAM.

One elbow strike.

THUD.

A flying punch.

BAM.

The third guy hit the car hood so hard, that the reflection of Noah's "unbothered" face glimmered in the paintwork.

Rachel blinked, leaning closer to the screen in disbelief.

"Did he just—did he really—?"

It only got worse for the robbers. By the end of the tape, all four were knocked out, with Noah casually dragging them one by one and dumping them head-first into the dumpster.

The cherry on top? He wiped his hands clean with a napkin from his car's glove box before driving away as if nothing had happened.

Rachel stood upright and rubbed her temples. "Not again…"

The officer beside her scratched his head awkwardly. "Um… Sergeant, isn't that the same guy from last month? the warehouse break-in? And the—"

"Yes," Rachel interrupted, already exasperated. She jabbed her finger at the screen. "That's Noah Thompson. I don't even need to see his face anymore—I know his style."

The officer blinked. "Style?"

Rachel sighed. "Yes. You see that?" She rewound a segment of the footage, pointing at Noah casually side-stepping a punch while fixing his sleeves. "Only he fights like he's got all day to deal with idiots like these."

Another officer chimed in nervously, "So… do we arrest him for vigilante action?"

Rachel gave him a look that could turn a person to stone. "For what? Putting trash in the trash where it belongs? No. The department's already behind on paperwork—do you want to explain how four guys ended up neatly stacked in a dumpster like recyclable goods?"

The officer paled. "No, ma'am."

Rachel exited the mall, muttering to herself, "Of all the cases I could've been assigned, I had to be stuck cleaning up after him."

Looking toward the dumpster where the thieves were now being pulled out and cuffed.

"Always him," Rachel said, shaking her head.

Behind her, one of the groaning robbers weakly lifted his head. "Who… who was that guy?"

Rachel snorted as she crouched next to him, adjusting her sunglasses. "Someone you don't want to meet twice."

With that, she turned and walked back to her patrol car, already preparing herself for the next time Noah's name inevitably landed on her desk.

...

Noah walked into the teahouse, greeted by the familiar aroma of freshly brewed tea and the soft hum of conversation from the tables around him. The little shop was buzzing, every seat seemingly occupied, with David moving calmly between customers.

"Boss David, Some tea please!" A customer said, with a smile on his face as he gestured with his hands.

"Right away!" David responded as he carried a small tray of tea cups with ease, placing each one down carefully and exchanging warm nods with the customers.

"Enjoy!"

Not wanting to interrupt, Noah stood near the door with a faint smile on his face, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as he watched his father work.

After finishing up with the customers, David finally turned toward the counter, catching sight of Noah.

His brows raised in acknowledgement, though he remained behind the counter, wiping down a teapot.

"Good afternoon, Dad," Noah greeted softly as he approached, his voice warm.

David looked up with a smile. "Good afternoon, Noah. How are you doing, son?"

"I'm doing good. What about you?" Noah asked, glancing around the bustling shop. "Seems like you're busier than usual today."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

David chuckled lightly as he set the teapot down and leaned on the counter. "Busy, but that's a good thing, isn't it? I can't complain. The new seating arrangement has helped a lot—customers seem to like staying longer."

Noah nodded in agreement, scanning the room. His eyes landed on a corner table where an elderly couple sipped their tea, smiling at each other.

At another table, a group of young students huddled over books while sharing a pot of tea.

"Looks like it's turning into more than just a teahouse. You've made it a nice spot for everyone," Noah said, genuinely impressed.

David's smile deepened, though he tried to wave off the compliment. "It's the tea doing all the work. I just serve it."

Noah shook his head. "No, it's you. You're the heart of this place, Dad."

David paused for a moment at his son's words, a flicker of pride in his expression. "Well, if you say so. Anyway, are you here for some tea, or just to check up on your old man?" he teased, his voice light.

"A bit of both," Noah replied with a grin. "I'll take some tea. I'm kind of broke right now, so it has to be on the house."

David laughed and nodded.

He began preparing a fresh pot of tea. As the sound of boiling water filled the air, Noah leaned casually against the counter, watching his father work.

"So," David said after a while, breaking the comfortable silence, "how's everything going with you? Still keeping busy, I bet."

"You could say that," Noah replied cryptically, his smirk betraying nothing.

David glanced at his son and shook his head with a small laugh. "Well. Whatever you're up to, just remember to take care of yourself too okay?"

"I will," Noah reassured him.

The bell above the door chimed as another customer entered, and David straightened up. "Here you go," he said, handing Noah a cup of freshly brewed tea before serving the customer.

After serving the customer, David let out a satisfied sigh as he wiped his hands with a clean towel and turned back to Noah, who was leisurely sipping the tea.

"So," David started, "what's this about an apartment?"

Noah glanced up, placing the cup down. "Remember the apartment I mentioned before? The one I've been telling you and Mom about for a while now?"

David nodded. "Yeah, what about it?"

"I finally got a chance to set up a proper viewing today. My friend gave me the go-ahead," Noah said with a calm smile. "I thought it'd be nice for us to check it out together."

David raised an eyebrow. "Only us two?"

"No," Noah shook his head. "We'll pick Mom up after work and then grab Emily from school. It'll be the whole family."

David nodded thoughtfully, clearly considering it. "Alright," he said, a small smile playing at his lips. "Let's check it out. I'll close up the shop a little early."

Noah leaned back in his chair with a smirk. "Perfect."

Time passed by quickly, and soon David flipped the "Closed" sign on the teahouse door. He locked up while Noah stood off to the side, his hands casually tucked in his pockets, waiting patiently.

"Alright," David said as he stretched his arms. "Let's get going."

David walked over to his modest car parked a few steps away. As he opened the door, he couldn't help but notice the black G-Wagon parked beside it. He frowned slightly before looking back at Noah.

"Isn't that your friend's G-Wagon? The one you've been driving lately?"

Noah grinned, the corner of his mouth twitching as he leaned against the luxury SUV. "No, Dad. It's mine."

David froze mid-step, his expression shifting between disbelief and curiosity. "Yours? What do you mean it's yours?"

"The business has been going really well, Dad," Noah said nonchalantly, though his smirk gave away his amusement. "Plus, I'm in partnership with my friend, so I bought this G-Wagon off of him."

David's brows furrowed, still processing his son's words. "You bought it?"

"Yep," Noah said, nodding confidently. "Don't worry though, he gave me a discount." He winked playfully, adding to the lightheartedness of the moment.

David's mouth opened slightly, but no words came out for a second. He just stared at the G-Wagon, then back at Noah.

Finally, he let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You're something else, Noah," David said, getting into his own car. "I can't tell if I should scold you for spending so much or be proud that you're managing things this well."

"Why not both?" Noah teased as he climbed into his dad's car. "Let's get Mom and Emily. We're already running late."