Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Noah exhaled slowly, forcing himself to remain seated for a moment. He was calculating, deciding how to handle the situation without creating an unnecessary scene with his family beside him.

Caroline and David were quietly chatting, oblivious to the drama, but Noah's senses were honed, every word of the man's vile proposition echoing in his ears.

Noah rose from his seat, after unbuckling the plane belt.

Out of the corner of her eye, Caroline noticed and asked, "Where are you going, sweetheart?"

"To the toilet, Mum," he said with a calm smile.

Caroline nodded, resuming her conversation with David. Noah straightened his suit jacket as he walked, his pace unhurried. His expression was unreadable—calm and composed, but his gaze carried intensity.

When he reached the row, he caught the man mid-sentence, leaning closer to the attendant with an audacious grin on his face.

"Come on, sweetheart. It's easy money—just say yes."

Noah's voice cut through the air, low but sharp enough to freeze the man mid-grin. "She already said no."

The man flinched, his grin faltering as he turned to face Noah. His eyes scanned Noah's calm yet commanding expression, clearly trying to size him up. The attendant's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of relief washing over her face.

"Excuse me?" the man said, his tone defensive but lacking the earlier confidence.

Noah's lips curled into a faint, controlled smile. "You heard me. She already said no. That means you're harassing an employee who's just doing her job." His voice remained steady, almost unnervingly composed. "Here's what you're going to do—you're going to apologize, sit back in your seat, and enjoy the rest of the flight in silence."

The man's bravado flickered. He glanced around, noticing a few passengers looking in their direction. Embarrassment crept into his expression as he realized the situation was slipping out of his control.

"And what if I don't?" he challenged, though his voice lacked conviction.

Noah took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. He leaned down slightly, keeping his voice low so that only the man could hear. "Then I'll make sure the staff knows exactly how to handle someone who can't respect boundaries. And trust me, the next time you fly, it won't be on this airline—or any airline."

The man's face reddened, and he glanced around nervously at the growing audience. The calm authority in Noah's voice was disarming, and the man realized he had no leverage here.

After a moment of hesitation, he muttered, "I'm sorry," his tone reluctant but audible enough for the attendant to hear.

The attendant nodded, stepping back slightly, her relief evident.

"Good," Noah said simply, his voice as calm as ever. "Now, sit down and keep it that way."

The man complied, shrinking back into his seat, his earlier bravado completely dissolved. Noah straightened, adjusted his jacket, and turned back to the attendant.

"You okay?" he asked quietly, his tone now gentle.

She nodded, offering a small, grateful smile. "Thank you."

Noah gave her a slight nod and walked back to his seat as if nothing had happened. He settled back in, his expression calm as ever.

As he returned to his seat, Caroline looked at him, concerned. "Everything alright, honey?"

Noah smiled faintly and nodded. "Yeah."

Behind him, the man sunk into his seat, avoiding eye contact with anyone for the rest of the flight. Meanwhile, the attendant silently thanked Noah with a small nod when she passed his row again.

...

The plane came to a gentle stop at Heathrow Airport, and the soft chime of the seatbelt sign turning off signaled the end of the journey. Passengers began gathering their belongings, the hum of movement filling the cabin.

Noah leaned over to his younger sister, who was slumped against the window, her tiny snores drowned out by the commotion around them. He gently shook her shoulder. "Emily, wake up."

Emily swatted his hand lazily in her sleep, mumbling, "Yeah, Mr. Biscuit… just wait. Let me eat my snacks first…" Her lips smacked faintly, and a tiny bit of drool glistened on her chin.

Noah's eyebrow twitched as he stifled a laugh. He glanced over at Caroline and David, who were already watching the scene with amused expressions.

"Your sister is in snack heaven," David whispered to Caroline, earning a chuckle from her.

Noah leaned closer to Emily's ear, putting on a playful, urgent tone. "Oh no! Emily, the snacks are running away. Quick, we need to catch them!"

Emily's eyes snapped open, wide as saucers, as she bolted upright in her seat. "Where?! Where are they going?! I haven't eaten them yet!" She frantically looked around, her hands gripping the seatbelt like it was a weapon against the imaginary fleeing snacks.

Caroline and David burst into laughter, trying and failing to muffle their amusement. Other passengers nearby, curious about the sudden commotion, started smiling and chuckling too.

Realizing she had been duped, Emily turned to Noah with a betrayed pout. "That's mean, Noah! You lied to me!"

Noah grinned mischievously. "Hey, it worked. You're awake now, aren't you?"

Emily crossed her arms, puffing out her cheeks in an exaggerated sulk. "Hmph. I'm never trusting you again."

Caroline, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye, leaned over and kissed Emily's forehead. "Come on, sweetheart. We've landed in London. Let's go explore before those snacks really do run away."

"I'm serious, Mom," Emily said, glaring at Noah, though the effect was ruined by the faint smile tugging at her lips. "I'm going to eat all the snacks myself now. None for you! I can't believe I thought about sharing some with YOU!"

"Oh no, the horror," Noah said, feigning distress. "What will I do without airplane pretzels?"

Emily stuck out her tongue at him before clambering down from her seat, clutching her pink backpack tightly. As they walked down the aisle toward the exit, Emily continued to grumble loud enough for the whole family to hear.

"First, he tricks me. Then he makes fun of me in front of everyone. And now I don't even know where the snacks are! This is the worst trip ever!"

Caroline patted her on the shoulder. "Well, I packed some biscuits in the suitcase. I'm sure we'll find them soon."

Emily gasped dramatically. "Mom, you're the best!" She shot Noah a triumphant look. "See? I don't need you and your fake snack emergencies."

Noah held up his hands in surrender, smirking. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry."

As they stepped out into the bustling airport terminal, Emily's excitement returned full force. Her eyes lit up as she took in the sights, the people rushing about, and the giant screens displaying flight information.

"Wow, this place is huge!" she exclaimed. "Does Big Ben live here too?"

David chuckled. "Big Ben doesn't live here, Emily. It's a clock."

"I was joking Dad! I know it's a clock, I'm not seven!" Read new adventures at empire

Noah gave her a raised brow and muttered. "You are... eight..."

"Hey! I heard that!" She cast a quick glance at Noah.

As they made their way through customs, Emily's chatter continued nonstop, her earlier sulking completely forgotten. Noah exchanged a grin with David, who whispered, "She's like a walking comedy show."

Noah nodded. "That's what makes her fun."

By the time they retrieved their luggage and headed for the exit, Emily had already started listing everything she wanted to see in London.

As they exited the terminal, Noah scanned the crowd of people holding signs. Amidst them, one stood out—a man in a sharp black suit, holding a neat sign that read:

"Thompson Family - Birmingham"

The man noticed them walking towards him, he stepped forward with a warm, professional smile.

"Good afternoon! Mr. Thompson?" he asked, his accent crisp and polished.

David nodded, shaking the man's hand. "Yes, that's us. You must be Sebastien."

"Indeed, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'll be your driver during your stay in London," Sebastien said, giving a polite nod to Caroline and Emily before glancing at Noah, whose calm demeanour carried an air of authority. Sebastien's smile faltered for a brief moment, but he quickly recovered.

Emily, still groggy from the flight, tugged at David's sleeve. "Dad, does he have snacks?" she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Caroline chuckled. "Emily, not everything is about snacks."

Sebastien grinned. "If you're hungry, young lady, I can assure you the hotel has excellent room service. And there's a welcome basket waiting for you."

Emily's eyes sparkled. "Snacks and a basket? I like this guy already."

Noah smirked, ruffling her hair. "Let's go, Em. You'll have plenty of time to raid the basket."

Sebastien drove them through the bustling streets of London, weaving through the iconic red buses and black cabs. Emily pressed her face against the window, marveling at the sights—the London Eye spinning in the distance, Big Ben standing tall, and the Thames sparkling under the afternoon sun.

When they arrived, the hotel was nothing short of spectacular. A grand, five-star establishment with a sweeping driveway, a valet service, and a lobby that gleamed with marble floors and gold accents.

As they stepped out of the car, a doorman greeted them with a deep bow. "Welcome to The Royal Crown Hotel, esteemed guests."

David looked around, impressed. "Well, Five-star hotels really deserve their reputation, don't they?"

Caroline took in the grand chandelier hanging in the lobby and the plush seating areas. "David, you didn't have to go all out like this."

"Of course I did," David replied with a grin. "This is a family trip. We are celebrating our son's achievement. We deserve the best."

Emily clutched Noah's hand, staring up at the massive revolving door. "Can we spin through that? Just once?"

Caroline interjected. "Emily, that's not a toy!"

But Noah leaned down to Emily's level with a sly smile. "Race you to the other side?"

Before Caroline could protest, Noah and Emily dashed through the revolving door, making it spin faster. The doorman's eyes widened in mild alarm, but he quickly composed himself. Caroline sighed heavily, but she couldn't hide her smile.