Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Noah tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Plotting? Whatever do you mean?"

Emily wasn't buying it. She raised an eyebrow, her expression a mirror of their mother's when she was skeptical. "Don't play dumb. I know that grin. You always look like that when you're about to do something sneaky."

He glanced down at her, the smile growing just a fraction wider. "Don't think too much, Em. Just go with the flow."

Emily huffed but didn't press further.

She clung to his hand. "Fine," she muttered. "But if this involves me, I better get extra snacks on the plane."

Noah chuckled, ruffling her hair. "Deal."

As they approached the gate, Caroline glanced back at them. "Are you two whispering secrets over there?" she asked playfully, her eyes darting between them.

"No secrets," Emily said quickly, clearly not wanting to get on Noah's bad side. Otherwise, he won't buy her snacks anymore, and that was like a death sentence in her opinion.

'I can't tell her my suspicions, otherwise, brother won't give me snacks!'

When they reached the counter, Caroline started rummaging in her bag for their tickets. "Let me get these ready—There they are."

When they reached the counter, Caroline began rummaging through her bag to retrieve the tickets. "Let me get these ready—ah, here they are," she said, handing them over to the attendant with a smile.

The attendant took the tickets and began entering the details into the system. As she reviewed the screen, her expression shifted, her brows knitting in confusion. After a brief pause, she turned toward a nearby supervisor and motioned for them to come over.

Caroline's smile faded as she glanced at David. "Did you book the right tickets? Why does she look so confused?"

David frowned slightly, leaning closer to whisper. "Of course I did. Everything was fine when I booked them. Maybe she's new or something."

Caroline nodded hesitantly but kept her gaze on the attendant, who was now conferring with the supervisor. After a minute, the supervisor stepped forward and addressed the family.

"Congratulations," the supervisor said warmly. "Your ticket has been upgraded to business class. It's part of our community appreciation initiative."

Caroline's jaw dropped. "Business class? Really?"

The supervisor nodded with a smile. "Yes, madam. It's a special program we occasionally run to show appreciation to our valued passengers. Enjoy the upgrade."

Caroline's initial excitement was quickly replaced with concern. "Wait a minute," she said, holding up her hand. "Does this mean we'll be sitting separately? I don't want to be apart from my family."

The supervisor hesitated, her smile faltering slightly. "That's correct, madam. Business class seating is separate from the regular cabin, so your family would be seated in different areas."

Caroline shook her head firmly. "Oh, no. That won't work for us. I'd rather we stay together in our original seats."

The supervisor blinked, clearly not expecting this response. "Of course, madam. You can simply sit on the original seat if you wish."

The supervisor didn't have any thoughts of the whole family winning the giveaway, as it was simply almost impossible. The chance of winning a lottery was even higher than the family of four winning business class.

Behind them, a man waiting in line sighed loudly, muttering under his breath. "Some people get all the luck. I'd kill for a business-class upgrade, especially on this long flight." Discover exclusive tales on empire

Emily tugged on Noah's sleeve, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Brother, is business class really amazing? What's it like?"

Noah chuckled softly, patting her on the head. "You'll see one day, Em. Don't worry."

The attendant at the counter suddenly gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she checked the other tickets. Her wide eyes darted between the tickets on her screen and the physical ones in her hand.

Caroline noticed her reaction and frowned, her curiosity growing. What now? she thought, though she chose to remain silent to avoid seeming rude.

The attendant quickly excused herself and motioned for the supervisor, who had just walked off. "Could you come here for a moment?" she called, her voice tinged with urgency.

The attendant was clearly new to the job and it showed, it was as if she had to babysit her through the job.

The supervisor sighed as she approached, her expression one of mild exasperation. "What is it now?" she asked, looking between the flustered staff member and the family.

The younger attendant simply pointed at the tickets. "It's… well, you need to see for yourself," she stammered, handing them over.

The supervisor raised an eyebrow, taking the tickets and glancing at the information on her screen. Her brows furrowed as she reviewed the details, and then her eyes widened slightly in realization.

She straightened up and turned to Caroline with a wry smile.

"Ms. Caroline, your family is very lucky indeed," the supervisor began, her tone polite but tinged with disbelief. "Congratulations! It seems your entire family has won the business class giveaway. Not only that, all of you are seated together."

The announcement landed like a small bombshell. Emily's jaw dropped, her face lighting up with excitement. "We're all in business class? Together?" she squealed, practically bouncing on her feet.

Caroline blinked, struggling to process the information. "Wait… the whole family? Together? Are you sure?" she asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.

The supervisor nodded with a knowing smile. "Yes, ma'am. It's an incredibly rare occurrence. In fact, this is the first time this has occurred. The airline goes above and beyond for its customers. Consider it a special treat."

The man standing behind them in line froze mid-step as the supervisor's words hit him like a freight train. His jaw slackened, and his eyes darted toward the Thompson family, then back at the counter, then to his own ticket clutched tightly in his hand.

"Whole family? Business class? Together?" he muttered to himself, disbelief dripping from every word. He glanced down at his crumpled economy ticket as if it had personally betrayed him. His lips pressed into a tight line, and a vein on his temple throbbed faintly.

He straightened, craning his neck to watch the family as if trying to figure out where the lucky came from.

His brow furrowed deeper with every cheerful smile and calm nod from the family. "How is this happening?" he muttered, running a hand through his already messy hair. "I've flown thirty-six times this year and not once did I see any giveaway. And they win it together? Is that even legal?"

His inner monologue spiralled further as he began calculating the impossibility of the situation. "What are the odds of four tickets all being upgraded? At once? What is this, a lottery ad? Do I look like a walking bad luck charm, or what?" He checked his reflection in his phone's screen for any sign of an ominous aura that might explain his perpetual bad luck.

David let out a low whistle. "Wow. That's… quite the upgrade," he said, his voice tinged with both admiration and confusion.

Caroline looked at Noah, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Did you have anything to do with this?"

Noah shrugged, his expression calm and nonchalant. "How am I supposed to do anything, i was with you guys the whole time."

The supervisor handed back the tickets, her smile warm. "Enjoy your flight, Ms. Caroline. I'm sure your family will love the experience."

As Caroline and the others gathered their upgraded tickets, he sighed heavily and stared at his economy ticket again. His fingers tightened around it like it might escape if he didn't keep a firm grip. "Great. While they're stretching out on a cozy seat, I'll be wedged between someone's crying baby and a guy who thinks 'personal space' is a myth."

With a final, exasperated sigh, he muttered under his breath, "Unbelievable. Some people just live on a different planet." He shuffled forward in line, already imagining his misery in row 27, seat B, while the Thompson family reclined in luxury.