Idle Money System

Alexander, who was busy serving the customers, had no idea that trouble was silently approaching.

It seemed that women, both young and old, were drawn to him like bees and he was honey.

His charm was undeniable, and even the simple waiter's suit he wore couldn't hide the magnetic aura he exuded.

"Young man, could I have a glass of water?" a middle-aged woman asked, her voice laced with interest.

Alexander nodded politely and, with graceful steps, walked over to her table. He set down the cup and pitcher to theirs.

"Thank you, young man," she said, her eyes twinkling as she glanced up at him.

"Are you planning to become a celebrity? I know a lot of people in the industry. If you're interested, I could support you. What do you say?" The woman, slightly plump and a bit older, still possessed a certain charm, her smile was sultry and inviting

The auntie in front of him looks like she was rich and well off, but Alexander denied the invitation with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, but I'm not interested in becoming a celebrity. It would be too much of a hassle for me," Alexander said politely, offering a warm smile.

The middle-aged woman's face fell slightly, her smile turning wistful, "I see... Well, if you ever change your mind, just let me know," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

Alexander nodded respectfully, bowing slightly, before turning to continue serving the other customers.

just at the opposite from her, a woman couldn't help but laugh, aiming at the woman who had just spoken with Alexander.

"Hahaha, you're planning to make that handsome young man your boy toy, huh? Keep dreaming. If he's working in a place like this, despite his looks, that just means he has integrity."

The middle-aged woman shot her a sharp look, crossing her arms defensively, "Hmph, don't think I don't know you're just as interested as I am. I can practically see your eyes bulging from staring at him so much. We're the same. But I'm much more courageous than you," she retorted with a smug grin.

The woman across from him didn't deny it; after all, that was exactly what she had been hoping for.

Both women were widows, and they couldn't help but sigh, disappointed that the handsome young man hadn't accepted their offers.

Sophia and Claire, who were behind the counter, noticed the situation and couldn't help but chuckle as Alexander walked toward them, handing over another note for an order.

Hearing their giggles clearly aimed at him, he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"What are you two laughing at?" he asked, looking between them.

"Hehe, don't tell me you're planning to have a sugar mommy, to take care of you?" Claire teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"I mean, they're clearly interested in you. You know, if you accepted, making thousands would be as easy as eating rice."

Alexander furrowed his brows, then flashed a seductive smile, his eyes sharp looking at her.

"Why would I want a rich woman when you're already standing right in front of me? Serving you is ten times better."

Claire froze for a moment, her smile faltering as her face turned bright red. A puff of smoke seemed to materialize above her head in her flustered state.

"You... you actually developed a glib tongue," Claire stammered, her voice a mix of shame and embarrassment.

"And you even have the nerve to tease the younger sister of your boss? But since I'm in a good mood, I'll let it slide." she spoke.

Her heart fluttered, a tight feeling in her chest at his compliment. She puffed out her cheeks and retorted, "Also, who do you think you are, trying to be my boy toy? Keep dreaming."

"Yeah, yeah," Alexander responded with a pitiful pout, "I get it. Young miss, standards are sky high. How could someone like me, just a lowly waiter, even think I could be worthy of such a privilege?"

Claire, seeing this, was sorrowful. She was scared seeing him hurting his self-esteem. She was about to comfort him when she saw his lips filled with amusement. Experience new stories on empire

"You're hateful! You dare to act so pitiful in front of me and dared to trick me. Move!" Claire said, she walked past him, hitting his shoulder as she tried to hide her flustered expression.

Sophia, on the side, just chuckled seeing this scene. She took the note and passed it towards her father.

The two didn't talk, and when Alexander glanced at Claire, she just looked at him and puffed her cheeks, glancing sideways.

He just smiled wryly as he continued serving the customers. Finally, work was done, and Claire was still angry with him.

When he received his salary, he bid his farewell towards her, but she just crossed her arms as she looked back.

Alexander let out a sigh as he left the restaurant. Claire, watching him go, couldn't shake the irritation bubbling inside her.

He hadn't even tried to console her or offer an apology for his teasing. The fact that he just left made her even angrier.

Weasley, standing nearby and witnessing the whole scene unfold, couldn't help but notice the expression on Claire's face.

The one that reminded him of a wife angry at her husband for leaving without saying a word.

"Tsundere," he muttered under his breath, too quiet to be heard.

But the words slipped out before he could stop himself, and he quickly covered his mouth in shock.

Claire, her temper already flaring, caught the tail end of his remark. The word "tsundere" struck a nerve, and her face flushed with even more frustration.

"Who's a tsundere?" she snapped, her finger pointed at him like a weapon.

"I'm not a tsundere, you big fat old man!" she retorted, glaring at him fiercely.

Weasley, now a little taken aback by her outburst, felt his anger stir, but he quickly reined it in.

Arguing with a kid would only make him look older, so he took a deep breath and calmed himself.

He wasn't even fat and old, but this girl was cursing him like that.

"I said you're a tsundere," he said with a smile, looking at her with a gleeful look.

Claire, whose eyes turned bloodshot, rushed towards him with wrath, "Hey, hey Claire, what are you doing? Stop! Hey. I'm telling your sister if you continue to act like this," Weasley said as Claire bit his arm, making him wail in pain.

Alexander had already hailed a taxi to go back home, but before he did that, he went to the nearest retail store and bought some chips and drinks, especially for children.

Far away, in a tall building, Valentine sat alone in her office chair, examining the documents in her hands.

When she saw the time, she stretched her arms and yawned, stating with sleepy eyes, "Finally, my work is done."

Work hadn't been as busy lately, giving her more free time. Suddenly, a woman with long black hair entered the office.

"Boss, I've completed the report and everything is in order. There were no issues," she said, handing over the document.

Valentine just nodded her head as she stood up and took the documents. After reading the contents inside, she closed the folder and said,

"Put this in my drawer, and also, can you organize my room since I have to go back home. It's so boring staying in this office all day," Valentine said, with a lazy face.

Her assistant just followed her command. She knew that her boss was a lazy person, but if there were some troubles in the company, she became a totally different person, managing its way to solve a problem no matter how troublesome it was.

Valentine picked up her purse from the table, exiting her office, stepping into the elevator, and pressed the button for the first floor.

As it descended, she arrived at the lowest floor. Her employee greeted her as she walked out gracefully.

The two security guards opened the door for her as Valentine stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement.

Her car was parked across the street, and she began to walk towards the road.

"Big brother, the woman is out. It's time," the man in the driver's seat, wearing a robber's mask, whispered urgently.

In the back seat, the others began preparing. The man who was called "big brother" put on his mask and motioned for the others to take out their guns to prepare for any troubles.

The white van roared to life, its engine growling as it sped toward Valentine's current location.

Oblivious to the approaching danger, Valentine stood at the curb, waiting for the traffic lights to turn green so she could cross.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine cut through the place, and Valentine froze. A white van screeched to a halt in front of her.

Her heart raced as she immediately recognized what was happening. Without a second thought, she spun around and bolted, but before she could make it far, the van's sliding door opened, and the big man in the robber's suit was on her in an instant.

"No! Let go of me, you beast!" she cried out, twisting in his iron grip as his hands wrapped around her waist.

"Beautiful lady, stay calm. My gun doesn't have eyes," he warned, his voice cold and menacing.

Valentine felt the cold press of a hard object against her back, and her body tensed. She knew the man meant business, so she stopped fighting.

Meanwhile, the security guards stationed outside, witnessing their boss being taken, quickly drew their guns and aimed them at the kidnapper, their expressions filled with alarm.

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"If you shoot, I will shoot your beautiful CEO to the ground," he bellowed coldly, causing the security guards to freeze in place, unsure of what to do.

The kidnapper took a step back, then forcefully shoved Valentine into the van. She hit the hard interior with a painful thud, groaning in agony.

"Drive!" he commanded, and the driver slammed his foot on the accelerator, speeding away.

The security guards, in a panic, quickly called the police. As the alarm was raised, a city-wide search was immediately initiated.

Meanwhile, the van continued to race through the heart of the city, where it easily attracted attention.

But when it reached a bridge that spanned above the road, the men inside quickly executed their plan.

They stripped the white van of its branding, revealing a black vehicle beneath, and swapped out the license plates.

Once they had completed the transformation, they turned around and made their way back, passing through the police vehicles speeding in the opposite direction.

The driver let out a sigh of relief as the last of the sirens faded behind them, "That worked," he muttered, his grip tightening on the wheel.

The police, still unaware of the switch, were left searching blindly for the white van, completely missing the black vehicle as it blended seamlessly into the traffic.