Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

46  Looking for Noah

Mark, still eager to curry favour, quickly rushed forward. "Good afternoon, sir. Is there anything I can help you with? Who might you be looking for?" His tone was full of forced politeness, the confidence he had shown just moments ago now completely gone.

The suited man gave Mark a quick, dismissive glance, clearly not interested in idle conversation. His gaze swept over the gathered students before settling on Noah, who had been standing there with a calm expression. The man raised an eyebrow slightly and looked back at Mark. "I'm looking for a student named Noah," he said, his voice deep and commanding, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd like a knife.

Mark's face twisted in confusion and disbelief. "Noah?" he repeated as if the name didn't quite register with him. It was as if Mark couldn't reconcile the idea that someone important enough to warrant a limousine would be looking for the same Noah he had been taunting minutes ago.

Noah stepped forward casually, hands in his pockets, completely unfazed by the scene that was unfolding. His calm demeanour only added to the mystery, and the crowd of students began whispering among themselves, wondering just what was happening.

"That would be me," Noah said smoothly, locking eyes with the man in the suit. But before the middle-aged man could respond, Mark, ever desperate to cling to his false sense of superiority, scoffed loudly.

"You think you're the only Noah in the school?" Mark sneered, his voice loud enough for the gathered students to hear, hoping to spark a chorus of laughter. "You might be the poorest one, yeah, but not the only one!" He let out a mocking laugh, clearly enjoying himself. The group of students looked between Noah and Mark, unsure whether to join in or stay silent. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Mark, feeling emboldened, turned to the man in the suit. "Sorry, sir, this guy is just a poor kid in our school. There's no way you're here for him."

The middle-aged man's expression didn't change much, but there was a fleeting look of disgust that flickered across his face as he regarded Mark.

The shift was so subtle that most people wouldn't have noticed, but Noah caught it, and so did a few other students. It was as if the man had found Mark's behaviour repellent, though Mark remained oblivious, still basking in his own arrogance.

The man turned his attention back to Noah, his tone calm but commanding. "Is your surname Thompson?"

Noah nodded slowly, his curiosity piqued. "Yes, that's my surname."

At Noah's confirmation, the man's expression softened, and he nodded in approval. "The young lady has sent me to pick you up," he explained, his tone now more formal. "She would like to meet with you, if possible."

Noah's brow furrowed in confusion. A young lady? He couldn't immediately find who the man was talking about. Lily came to mind briefly, but Noah dismissed the idea almost immediately. If it had been Lily, she wouldn't have needed to send a limousine; she could've simply spoken to him directly. This wasn't her style. So, who could it be?

Mark, who had been watching from the side with an amused grin, slowly realized that the man had come for Noah. His smile faded, his cocky demeanour slipping away as the reality of the situation set in. Mark's face turned a deep shade of red, a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief washing over him. Without another word, he slunk back toward his car, hoping to make a quiet exit while the crowd was still focused on Noah and the mysterious man.

As Mark disappeared, Noah said to the suited man. "Who is your young lady?" he asked, his voice cautious but curious.

The man paused for a moment, clearly choosing his words carefully. "I am afraid I can't say that"

Noah searched his memory for anyone who had such status, but nothing came to mind. He glanced at the limousine again, trying to piece together the puzzle. "Why does she want to meet me?" he asked, his voice still calm, but now with a slight edge of suspicion. Noah was no stranger to unexpected encounters, but this was new, even for him.

The man remained professional, his hands folded behind his back. "I'm afraid she didn't clarify that to me, sir. She simply instructed me to ask you to meet her if possible. She is in the car and would prefer to speak with you directly."

Noah thought for a moment, weighing his options. There was no real reason to refuse. If this was some sort of trap, he was confident in his abilities to handle the situation. The system had equipped him with skills far beyond what most people in this city could fathom.

The man in front of him, while imposing on the students around him, was not someone Noah feared. With the [Basic Soldier King] skill and the [Basic Fighting Skills], not to mention a gun in his inventory, Noah was more than prepared for any surprises.

Finally, after a brief pause, Noah nodded. "Alright," he said, his decision made. "I'll talk with her."

The man stepped aside, gesturing politely for Noah to enter the limousine. Without any further hesitation, Noah approached the car, his movements casual yet purposeful. As he stepped inside, the luxurious interior enveloped him, the leather seats soft and cool against his skin. The tinted windows blocked out the curious stares from the students outside, giving the car an air of exclusivity.

Sitting across from him, illuminated by the soft, ambient lighting of the limo's interior, was a young woman. Her face was familiar—strikingly so. Noah's eyes widened slightly as he recognized her, though it took him a moment to fully register the situation.

"It's you?" he asked, his voice betraying his surprise.

The young woman smiled, her beauty so radiant it almost seemed to light up the car. Her presence was calm and poised, and yet there was something undeniably magnetic about her. The way she looked at Noah, with that gentle, knowing smile, made it clear that this meeting had been planned for some time.

"Yes, it's me," she replied softly, her voice warm and melodic.

Noah leaned back in his seat, processing the situation. He hadn't expected her of all people. There had been no indications, no clues that would've led him to this moment. And yet, here they were, face to face in the back of a limo, away from the prying eyes of the school and its gossiping students.

The girl crossed her legs, her posture elegant yet relaxed. She looked at Noah with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, as if she had been waiting for this for a while. "I wanted to meet you personally," she said, her tone sincere. "Because I wanted to..."

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