True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Amber shifted her gaze away, a flicker of Irritation crossing her face. Suddenly, a voice echoed in her mind. 

“Master, Springer’s favorability to you has plummeted to near 60. To ensure a successful fortune extraction, please raise his favorability as soon as possible.” 

‘Got it.‘ Amber muttered, her patience wearing thin, ‘If it weren’t for you telling me that draining. their positive energy would make fortune extraction easier, why would I have taken Springer to that place? You said the spirits wouldn’t harm me, so what’s the deal with those threads? If it weren’t for those threads targeting me, causing me to panic and abandon Springer in my flight, how could he be angry with me?” 

At first, when Springer stormed off today, Amber didn’t think much of it. However, just after he left, the system in her mind issued a sudden warning. 

Springer’s favorability had taken a nosedive, showing no signs of recovery. 

It once took three long years to get his favorability above 85! And now, twenty points were knocked off in one fell swoop. Amber was beyond frustrated. 

“The system is infallible. It ensures you are not harmed by negative energy, but those threads are driven by malice, which is not within the scope of spirits,” the system responded in an automated tone, increasing Amber’s irritation. 

She had stumbled upon this system after moving into the Bryant family. 

With its help, she effortlessly gained beauty, a perfect figure, even a sharp mind. With the fortunes she extracted later, her life was smooth sailing. Naturally, she held great trust and reliance on the system’s guidance. 

Who would have thought that this time it would lead her to such a misstep? 

“The ball is in your court, alright? Fortunately, Springer’s not hard to please. Give me some time. until I’m discharged and home, and I’ll win back his favor in no time.” Despite the setback. Amber wasn’t overly worried. 

Springer was quick–tempered, but also quick to forgive. Over the years, Amber had learned to handle the guys in the Bryant family perfectly. 

With this in mind, she picked up her phone and texted Springer again. 

“Hey Springer, are you asleep? You didn’t come to see me today. Still mad at me? I’ve been sleeping terribly in the hospital, haunted by what happened. I’ve never been through anything like it, and I’m still scared. I ran that day to get help… I know you might not believe anything I say now, but I’m being honest. I’m getting discharged tomorrow, Springer. Will you come pick me up?” 

After sending the lengthy message, Amber took the water that Cutler handed her, waiting for the system to report an increase in favorability. 

12.40 

But a minute passed, then five, then ten. After finishing two cups of water, there was no reply. and the system showed no change in Springer’s favorability. 

Amber darkened her expression. She couldn’t believe Springer hadn’t seen her message. The – guy was practically glued to his phone. 

Why wasn’t he replying? Why was his favorability unchanged? Could he really be that mad at her? 

In the situation that day, anyone would have made the same choice she did. Even if he was upset, after two days and her reaching out, Springer should have let it go by now. 

Amber felt Springer was being unreasonable. 

Noticing her sour expression, Cutler couldn’t help but ask, “Amber, what’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” 

He looked at her, eyes brimming with concern and pity. 

Amber forced a woeful smile. “It’s nothing. I’ve been messaging Springer the past few days, and he hasn’t replied…” 

She then feigned worry. “I’m also concerned he might have been traumatized that day, mayb feeling unwell… He should’ve been hospitalized for observation like me.” C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

When Cutler heard Springer hadn’t replied, his expression soured, thinking Springer was being immature. Remembering how Springer had been lively and hanging around Winnie when he went home earlier, he felt sorry for Amber, especially since she was worrying about him while in the hospital 

Cutler resolved to deal with ungrateful Springer the next day. 

Not wanting to upset Amber with the truth, he comforted her, “Don’t worry, he might just be gaming and missed your message.” 

With a gentle voice, taking her hand softly in his, he reassured her, “I saw Springer when I was home earlier. He’s fine. Don’t overthink it. You’ll be home tomorrow.” 

Amber felt the large hand on hers and inwardly recoiled, but her smile remained tender. “Thanks, Cutler. It would’ve been tough being here alone without you.” 

She didn’t withdraw her hand, and Cutler, seemingly forgetting he was still holding it, continued. 

to comfort her with small talk. 

As Amber half–heartedly responded, the system intruded once more.. 

“Master, Cutler’s favorability has increased by 2, now at 92. It is advisable to accelerate the conquest. The higher his favorability, the more fortune you can extract from them.” 

Hearing the system’s encouragement, Amber felt a surge of impatience. She knew that higher favorability meant more fortune to extract. She also knew how to make Cutler’s favorability skyrocket. 

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12:40 

After all, Cutler was smitten with her. With just some little tricks, she could shoot his favorability to 99 in no time. But that wasn’t her style. 

Trading her body for favorability was beneath her. She had standards. 

Even without playing coy, she could handle them with ease. So why bother with unnecessary entanglements? 

In the world of the wealthy family, although Cutler was considered exceptional, he paled in comparison to Horace. And then there was Drake. 

Just the mere thought of Drake, with his chiseled features and the way he commanded attention in any room, set Amber’s heart ablaze. 

Only a man like him, with his air of effortless superiority, was worthy of her genuine affections. 

Especially since Drake was a perfectionist, the man whose standards for a partner were sky–high. 

For someone like him, Amber couldn’t afford to be seen flirting casually with just anyone, which would just be lowering her stock. 

Lost in her thoughts, Amber was jolted by the system’s indifferent voice, 

“Master, allow me to remind you that despite your three–year effort, Drake’s affection rating for you remains at 38. Of those, thirty are the initial points granted by the system. In other words. you’ve earned a mere eight points, which can be ignored.” 

Amber was seethed with anger. 

Meanwhile, in a riverside villa, a pale young man stared intently at the address just sent by a private investigator on his phone. 

His brooding eyes shimmered with stubborn determination as he murmured hoarsely. 

*Catherine, I’ve found you again…”