I wandered around the manor for nearly half an hour before finally picking the room I'd use as my bedroom that night.
In the end, I settled on the one closest to the elevator. That way, if Lando ever decided to drop by, he wouldn't have to roll his wheelchair too far.
Not that I really believed he'd come visit me, of course. But hey, better safe than sorry, right?
With that thought, I pushed the door open and stepped into the guest room.
The first thing that hit me was the size. "Holy shit! This is bigger than the entire dorm I used to live in!" I said, my jaw practically dropping.
The ceiling soared high above me, with a chandelier that probably cost more than my old apartment.
The king-sized bed looked so fluffy I half-expected it to swallow me whole if I jumped on it, and the window—oh, the window!
I rushed over to the tall window and pressed my hands against the glass, staring at the garden spread out below. And this was only the guest room! If the view was already this gorgeous here, I could only imagine how amazing it would look from the third floor!
At that moment, I couldn't help but think that Madeline had truly thrown away a golden opportunity to marry a kind and wealthy husband like young master Lando.
But … I also didn't feel that wicked woman was suitable for him. She would probably smile at him on the surface but secretly insult him behind his back, or worse, plot something cruel just to steal his money.
Even though Lando never revealed his true net worth, anyone who laid eyes on this mansion would instantly know he was that rich!
[Others would probably assume he got this house from his father, Host.]
Oh, the system was right.
If Madeline had married Lando, she would've just used him as a ladder to climb back into the Brixton family's favor. Too bad for her, the Brixtons didn't even care about him to begin with.
Honestly, there was no use imagining Madeline as Lando's wife.
Still … Lando's wife. The words made my cheeks heat up. It felt strange and awkward, calling myself that or anyone's wife, really.
Marriage was never something I pictured for myself, and yet, here I was, married to the founder of ZENTRA Media, of all people.
Speaking of Zentra, I still couldn't fully believe it. That giant, untouchable company, the one everyone in the industry called a monster was his creation.
[But that's the truth, Host! The system would never feed you false data!]
"Yeah, yeah, I know," I muttered under my breath, lips curling into a crooked smile. "I'm just … still in shock, okay?"
The founder of ZENTRA had never once shown his face in public. There were no interviews, no photographs, not even a whisper of his true identity. He was such a mystery that even his own employees called him "Mr. X".
The company itself had been the center of attention for years because it rose like a storm, dominating the entertainment industry in just twelve short years.
From what I remembered, ZENTRA Media hadn't even started as Zentra. It was once a dying old company called Golden Star Pictures, the kind of outdated studio that had been crushed by time because its owner refused to adapt to the modern era.
Golden Star had been drowning in debt for five years due to failed movies until its desperate owner finally sold the company. The buyer's name was never revealed, but I remember reading that the company was sold for only fifty million dollars.
That was practically pocket change for a studio that had once dominated the box office in the '90s.
Back then, every business column mocked the buyer, calling him a fool for wasting money on something with no future.
But just two years later, that "fool" transformed Golden Star into something new and bold. The company was reborn as ZENTRA Media, rebranded for a younger generation. At first, ZENTRA Media poured its energy into online content, including streamers, gamers, and even eating broadcasters.
Little by little, it began producing short web dramas that, surprisingly, became huge hits because the stories were fresh and adored by young audiences.
From there, the company only grew bigger, eventually launching blockbuster films and reaching the box office. But its biggest breakthrough came when it created its own social media platform called Zentra+, which allowed users to live stream and even sell products online.
There were even more breakthroughs coming from ZENTRA, and I heard they were planning to launch a dating game aimed at a female audience, which was crazy, because everyone knew women were willing to spend ridiculous amounts of money if they liked something enough.
All this time, I'd always wondered who the genius behind ZENTRA really was, and now that I finally had the answer, I honestly wanted to cry.
Could it be that my unlimited source of money was supposed to come from him? Was that why the system wanted me to push his favorability all the way to 100%?
[No, Host.]
[The unlimited source of money has no limit, while Lando's fortune still does. In other words, your endless wealth will come from the system itself, as your greatest reward for completing the main missions!]
Even now, I can't help but think that this whole system is too good to be true. I mean, why me? Why would someone as unlucky as me suddenly hit the jackpot?
[As the system has told you before, Host, this program was designed specifically for unlucky souls like you. Every soul gets their own system, and you just happened to receive the money-making system!]
I was just about to say something to the system when a sudden knock came at my door.
I hurried over and swung it open, only to freeze. A man I'd never seen before was standing there. I blinked at him a few times, my mouth hanging open. "Uh … who?"
The man gave me a polite smile. "Good afternoon, Young Madam," he said softly. "I'm Henry Fletcher, the butler of this house. Young Master asked me to deliver these to you."
I glanced down and nearly gasped. In his hands were a sleek laptop and a brand-new phone still in its box.
Wait a second … hadn't I just said I wanted to borrow his old laptop?!