Tap To Win: Unlocking Infinite Wealth

"Conor, after discussing it, we've decided the house should go into Kaiden's name."

Conor Sanderson stood frozen, the pen in his hand, as he listened to the words of his girlfriend's mother, Lydia Lawson, his expression one of disbelief and shock.

The property was located in the bustling center of Chasey, the city where they lived.

At four thousand per square meter, the total came to a staggering four hundred and forty thousand!

And now they intended to transfer ownership to his girlfriend's younger brother, Kaiden Lawson?

Why should he?

"Lydia, wasn't this the home Madisyn and I planned to settle in once we're married? Why should Kaiden own it?" Conor asked Lydia.

"Why speak to me with such disrespect? My daughter isn't your wife yet. You're showing a bad attitude. If you plan to marry my daughter, the house must be put in Kaiden's name first! That's non-negotiable, so think it over."

She stood firm, her demeanor indicating she was in complete control.

Lydia had done her homework - knowing the market for eligible bachelors was competitive.

This was her chance to secure an advantage for her son, who would struggle to marry without such benefits.

Meanwhile, Conor's girlfriend, Madisyn Lawson, who had been silent until now, finally said, "Conor, this isn't just about what my mom wants. Kaiden's new girlfriend has her eye on this house, and with real estate prices skyrocketing-"

"You expect me to purchase a house just so they can use it?" Conor said, his brow furrowed in frustration.

"It's not quite like that. They're now just dating, and it will take likely two or three years before they get married. We'll still be living here in the meantime and just need to move out after their marriage. Then, we can look for a new place," Madisyn hurriedly explained.

"Conor, just let me have the house. It's only hundreds of thousands, isn't it? You make tens of thousands every year. In a few years, you'll be able to buy another one. Isabella is a wonderful girl - kind and beautiful. I don't want to end things with her," Kaiden added his voice to the conversation, his mind filled with the happy life of living with Isabella Kirk in this house.

Just buy another?

Was it truly that simple, as Kaiden suggested?

Real estate prices had been soaring.

A 20% increase in just a few years seemed inevitable.

And working life wasn't a breeze - far from lounging with coffee and newspapers.

Conor's job kept him swamped, barely allowing him any downtime. He had even taken time off just to handle this house purchase!

The bigger question was, why must he help and even sacrifice his own assets for his girlfriend's brother? If Kaiden was that eager to have a house, why couldn't he work hard and buy one with his own money?

That seemed utterly unreasonable, didn't it?

"Conor! Have you decided yet? If you won't give the house to Kaiden, then you can forget about marrying Madisyn. Do you have any idea how many wealthy men are lining up to be with her? Remember Andrew Holt? His family owns a factory, and they drive luxury cars. If Madisyn hadn't been so set on marrying you, I would've had her wed that man a long time ago. With him, she could lead a far better life!" Lydia's threat was clear.

Turning to Madisyn, who looked visibly distressed and tearful, Conor asked softly, "What's your take on this, Madisyn?"

They had shared three years together; to deny any deep feelings would be false.

Yet, the stark reality was hard to ignore.

"This time, I'm siding with my mom," Madisyn replied coldly.

She had been against this initially, but after continuous coaxing from Lydia and Kaiden, her resolve had hardened.

Should the house be titled in Kaiden's name, it would remain in her family even in the event of a divorce.

Conor's genuine love for her was under question: why wouldn't he secure a home for her family if he truly cared?

Considering this, Madisyn suggested nonchalantly, "Conor, you know several business owners, right? Ask them for a loan. I'm sure they'd help you out! If that doesn't work, maybe your parents could get a loan? And then we can buy another house."

"What are you saying? You expect my parents to take out a loan?"

Conor could hardly believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, they're only in their fifties. Two or three years later, when we move out of this house, they could take out a loan to buy us a new one. Then, they can pay back the loan for us, and it wouldn't be too difficult to spend several thousand dollars on that monthly. Just ask them to save money from now on. That's totally doable."

Doable?

Madisyn, who lived off him and took two thousand from him every month, actually thought that it was acceptable for someone to spend several thousand dollars on repaying loans every month for many years.

Conor's parents, who worked on a farm in the countryside, had already sold their house and taken big loans from relatives to help him initially.

Now, they were living in a rented basement.

The reminder filled Conor with a deep sadness.

He sighed deeply and looked towards Henrik Lawson, Madisyn's father, who offered him a slow, meaningful nod.

The family's stance was apparent.

"Conor, the choice is yours alone. But I'm the one calling the shots here!" Lydia interjected. "You have three minutes to decide - let Kaiden have the house, or else..."

The threat hung in the air, unspoken yet evident.

"Come on, Conor, just let Kaiden have it. Then we can be married," Madisyn urged.

"She's right. Conor, go ahead, and you can be with her," Lydia said, her gaze flickering with unease.

"Ding!" A chime sounded abruptly.

"Host identified as having difficulty making a decision!"

"Activating the Infinite Choice System!"

"Option one: agree to let Kaiden have the house, and you will receive a boost in Madisyn's affection."

"Option two: keep the house, and you will earn a reward of ten thousand dollars."

"Option three: keep the house and confront Lydia aggressively, and you will gain a one-time cashback reward ten times your purchase value!"

While Conor pondered, an unfamiliar mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

An Infinite Choice System?

Conor was taken aback at first, but the shock quickly gave way to excitement.

Systems like these, reminiscent of sci-fi adventures, were well-known to the younger generation.

"Just let Kaiden have it! Quit stalling and make up your mind!" Lydia exclaimed, her patience wearing thin as Conor continued to hesitate.

A soft "Ping!" resounded.

With a decisive motion, Conor slammed the pen down on the table and said, "I'm not getting married!"

"What did you say? I'll give you another opportunity. Give Kaiden the house, and I'll pretend I didn't hear anything!" Lydia waved the house purchase contract furiously.

"Let me make myself perfectly clear in case you didn't catch it. I am not getting married!" Conor stood up, his full height casting a shadow across the room, his voice steady and unyielding.

"You..." Lydia opened her mouth to respond, but paused, taken aback by Conor's formidable presence.

Regaining her composure, Lydia proposed a different approach. "Conor, let's find a middle ground. We draft a guarantee that Kaiden uses the house for only twenty years, after which it reverts to you. What do you think?"

"Mom!" Kaiden let out a high-pitched yell at the suggestion.

He had been fantasizing about getting a big house located at the city center without spending a dime, tying the knot, and settling into a perfect life without a worry.

It was supposed to be forever, not just twenty years!

Lydia shot Kaiden a sharp glance that immediately quieted him.

Twenty years?

Did Lydia actually believe he would let someone else stay in the house he bought for twenty years?

How shameless!

Conor gave a chilling laugh and stared at Lydia with a calm, distant look. "Ha! I don't think you heard me clearly. I said I'm not getting married!"

"What are you saying? Not getting married? Do you have any idea how many rich men are waiting for a chance with Madisyn? You must've stumbled into the biggest stroke of luck to even be considered!" Lydia, furious, jabbed her finger toward Conor's face and shouted furiously.

"Slap!"

Conor knocked Lydia's hand away, his gaze cold and sharp.

"Keep your fingers to yourself! I won't marry Madisyn. Yes, I've been with her for three years, but that doesn't mean I must marry her. If you think I don't deserve her and that she can have a better choice, be my guest! And your useless son, who does nothing but game all day without working, expects me to buy him a house? Ridiculous!"

Conor spat disdainfully on the floor and violently ripped the contract apart.

"Who the hell are you calling useless?! I will kill you!" Kaiden shouted, fury overtaking him as he charged at Conor.

"Thud!"

Conor effortlessly deflected Kaiden's attack with a swift kick.

"I'm talking about you, you useless bastard! You've been unemployed all this time, and I've handed you tens of thousands in spending money over the years! You worthless idiot, what exactly do you have to brag about?"

A chime sounded. "Congratulations, you have chosen option three, receiving a tenfold cash return."

A grin spread across Conor's face as he heard the system's prompt.

"Conor, you've completely lost it!" Madisyn screamed, rushing to Kaiden's aid.

"Indeed, I have! Driven to madness by your freeloading and greedy family! You want me to buy this house for you? Dream on!"

Conor looked over at the speechless real estate agent. "Bring me a new contract. I'm buying this house!"

"What? Buy... this house?" Snapped out of his daze, the real estate agent rushed to the office and returned with a fresh contract in hand.

The agents themselves thought the family's demands were unreasonable.

Considering the buyer was paying in full with his own money, why should the property be in his girlfriend's brother's name? If the marriage fell through, he'd lose both the house and his investment.

"Absolutely, I'll buy it."

Conor thumped his bank card down on the table decisively.

"The total is four hundred and forty thousand, all paid upfront!"

Lydia, mistaking Conor's intention to purchase as a change of heart, hastily suggested, "Just put both your and Madisyn's names on the deed."

Ha-ha!

Was she still trying to manipulate the situation?

They hadn't contributed financially yet expected to own half of the property!

"I'll put on the deed whoever I choose! Stay out of it, you old bat!" Conor blurted out, banging on the table.

"You! How dare you..."

Lydia's expression turned ashen, and she suddenly grasped her chest, collapsing.

"Mom!"

"Lydia! Lydia!"

"Quick, someone get a car!"

As Lydia lay unconscious, Madisyn dashed outside to flag down a taxi.

"Conor, see what you've done!" Madisyn shot him a sharp glare before stepping into the car and storming off.

"This family has no shame at all!"

"Indeed, his family isn't wealthy, yet they demand he buy a house for her brother."

"They're essentially trading their daughter for financial security."

Once Madisyn and her family had gone, bystanders started murmuring among themselves.

"Sir... are you going ahead with the purchase?" the real estate agent asked cautiously, holding Conor's bank card.

Even if Conor decided to take back his bank card now, nobody would judge him after what had transpired.

Anyone in his shoes might have reacted similarly under such pressure.

"I've been on the hunt for the perfect house for a while, and it's not that easy to find a house at the city center at such a price. Yes, I'm buying this one, but it will be in my parents' name," Conor said with resolve.

"Very well!"

A distinguished man in a suit came forward slowly. "You seem like a devoted son, and I'd like to get to know you better."

"Who might you be?" Conor asked, eyeing the man curiously.

"I just heard that your current job is tiring, and the salary isn't generous. If you're looking for opportunities, our company could use someone like you."

Erick Johnson then handed Conor a business card.

"Erick Johnson, Chasey Auto Mall," Conor murmured under his breath, eyes fixed on the name printed across the card.

A customer nearby overheard and shouted with excitement, "That's Erick Johnson, the CEO of Chasey Auto Mall!"

"Oh my God, I heard he owns numerous sports car clubs!"

"Yeah, it looks like this young man just got very lucky. With Mr. Johnson's backing, he's set for success."

Shortly afterward, the real estate agent came back with the finalized contract.

"Mr. Sanderson, please confirm your payment," the real estate agent said, offering him the card reader.

As Conor typed in his password, a familiar chime rang out.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the purchase, unlocking a tenfold cashback reward! The property cost four hundred and forty thousand, resulting in a four million and four hundred thousand cashback!"

Ding!

A notification popped up on Conor's phone. "Your bank account just processed a transaction at 13:49. Current balance..."

It climbed from thousands, to hundreds of thousands, then millions, and finally settled at four million and four hundred thousand!

Over and over, Conor reviewed the numbers, and when he confirmed the total was indeed 4.4 million, elation surged through him.

Moments before, he was viewed as a loser.

Now, he was a millionaire.

The thrill was indescribable.

Utterly exhilarating!

Once the transaction was verified, Conor said goodbye to Erick and left the real estate office by himself.

He pondered briefly and decided that his parents should hear the news first; he planned to wire the money to them.

The matter of the house could wait.

Explaining the sudden wealth and a new house purchase to his parents would be complicated.

Once his decision was firm, Conor pulled out his phone and dialed his mother, Laura Sanderson.

"Conor, did you manage to buy the house?"

"Uh... Mom, there's something I need to discuss. I'm not getting married."

"You're not getting married?"

Laura's response was a mix of confusion and exasperation. "Why make such a rash decision abruptly? You're not a child anymore, Conor. Why can't you handle things more maturely?"

"Mom, please, hear me out. Today's events weren't my fault."

"So, what happened?"

"It's quite a story..."

"Keep it brief!"

"Okay, here's what happened..."

Conor provided a thorough recount of the day's events to his mom.

"They have no shame! If marrying her doesn't feel right, then don't. I will find you a better match soon."

"Mom, let's not rush things. By the way, I've sent back the four hundred and forty thousand you and Dad contributed. You guys should get a new place. The basement isn't good for your joints."

"We don't need that money. You're living in the city, and your daily expenses must be high. I'll transfer the money back to your card-"

"No need. I have enough money. Mom, I've got to run now, so I'm hanging up. Go and find a better place soon..." Hearing his mom suggest sending the money back, Conor quickly made an excuse to end the call.

He could tell from her voice that Laura was hesitant to make the house purchase.

He considered moving his parents to the city soon.

With a house under his name and more than four million in funds, acquiring another property wasn't a big deal.

Standing by the roadside, Conor felt incredibly excited thinking about the four million and four hundred thousand sitting in his bank account.

From just a few thousand to over four million overnight - it was surreal!

"I've got money now. There's no reason to keep living like I'm broke. First thing - I'm buying myself some proper clothes," Conor muttered to himself as he glanced down at his worn, budget clothes.

He had skimped on new clothes previously, saving for the wedding and Kaiden's hobbies.

His current outfit had been in rotation for years, the soles of his shoes nearly worn through.

Now that he had cut ties with that clingy family and had a hefty sum sitting in his account, it was only natural that he wanted to dress well and carry himself with pride.

With that decision, Conor flagged down a taxi and directed it to Chasey EON Mall.

Chasey EON Mall, the largest shopping hub in Chasey and the broader southeastern area, had been standing for twenty years.

This place offered a wide variety of branded goods.

It was a popular haunt for influencers too.

Each day, flocks of influencer girls gathered to snap photos in front of high-end brand stores.

At times, they even argued over who got the best photo spot.

Once at the mall, Conor headed straight to the fifth floor, captivated by the vast selection of clothing and designer labels.

Conor wandered through the store aisles, feeling overwhelmed and excited, unsure of what to purchase.

Unlike typical stores where salespeople might greet or call out to shoppers, the atmosphere here was subdued and refined.

The staff understood that calling over someone who couldn't afford the merchandise was pointless.

After roaming for a while, Conor was drawn to a designer brand store.

His decision was influenced by his boss's preference for the brand's suits.

Figuring that what was good for his boss should work for him, Conor stepped inside.

"Sir, this suit is our newest model, usually priced at fifty-two thousand. Today, I can offer it for forty-eight thousand."

"That's way out of my budget. I'll pass." With that, a middle-aged shopper hurried out of the store.

He had only come to gauge the prices of these well-known luxury brands and was astounded by the cost of a simple suit.

That was why he made a swift exit.

Watching the man leave, Kyra Lewis felt a twinge of disappointment.

"It's alright, Kyra. You're still new, so you might not have heard, but it's actually pretty common for our store to only hit double-digit sales in a whole month," said a senior employee nearby with a reassuring smile. "Even though Chasey is considered a big city, most people here don't earn that much. There really aren't many who can afford luxury like this."

"Understood," Kyra replied, sighing. She had high hopes when she moved to Chasey, only to realize that she might have been overly optimistic.

Just then, she heard that someone opened the shop's door and entered.

Even though she had no idea who it was, she reminded herself that as a salesperson, determination was part of the job.

Putting on her best sales smile, she approached the new customer.

Upon seeing that the new shopper was Conor, she was momentarily surprised.

At that very moment, Conor was just as surprised.

A second later, both of them spoke at once, their voices overlapping. "It's you?"