The evening sun cast a golden glow through the window, stretching across half of Jasiel’s desk.
He checked the time.
Work was over.
Just as he was about to stand, his phone buzzed sharply.
Ring, ring, ring.
He glanced at the screen and saw a familiar name.
Tony Stark.
Jasiel paused, and the image of Stark’s signature mustache and arrogant expression came to mind, immediately irritating him.
He answered the call.
“Jasiel, you did not forget tonight’s party, did you?”
Tony’s casual, mocking voice came through clearly.
“If you admit defeat now, I might show some mercy.”
Jasiel went quiet for a moment as memories surfaced.
The original owner of this body had been a typical rich heir, obsessed with women, luxury, and showing off.
While he could not compare to Tony, their social circles overlapped enough that they frequently crossed paths.
At a recent party, the two had clashed and made a bet over who could attract more women.
Jasiel had lost, badly.
Tony had simply used money to dominate the entire situation, taking the woman they had bet on and then sweeping through the rest of the party without resistance.
Even Jasiel’s own date had been taken.
Since then, he had become a joke among their peers.
Still, he kept showing up, refusing to back down.
And Tony clearly enjoyed it.
Word had spread that Tony found this rivalry entertaining, even putting real effort into it.
Other wealthy young elites in New York had joined in, placing bets and treating it like a game.
Tonight was no different.
“Picking up women?”
Jasiel muttered, already moving.
Moments later, he was in the garage.
The engine roared to life.
His Bugatti Veyron shot onto the street, drawing attention as it sped through the city.
From the original memories, Jasiel understood one thing clearly.
This was never about charm.
It was about money.
And if it was just about money, then anyone could play.
At the party, a crowd had already gathered.
“So Jasiel is not coming tonight?
Damn, I put one hundred thousand dollars on him!”
“You actually bet on him?”
“I bet he still loses!”
“Same here!”
Because Jasiel had never won, people had started using a lottery system to decide their bets.
Whoever they drew, they backed.
Around the pool, wealthy young heirs chatted with women in their arms, laughing as they waited for the show to begin.
At the center stood Tony Stark, surrounded by stunning women, his attention clearly divided among them.
Jasiel arrived shortly after.
He walked through the crowd, drawing attention immediately.
“You finally showed up!”
“I thought you were scared!”
“I put one hundred thousand dollars on you tonight!”
Jasiel nodded at the last speaker.
“Good choice.
I will make sure you profit.”
“Jasiel!”
Tony noticed the commotion and turned toward him, a smirk forming.
Walking over, he said, “So, have you decided how you will hide at home after losing tonight?”
“Tony, you talk too much.”
Jasiel glanced at him.
“Do you really think that mustache is what attracts women?”
Tony spread his hands.
“What else would it be?
For someone like me, talking about feelings is an insult to my wealth.”
“At least you are honest,” Jasiel replied.
“But for women, a magazine cover might be more appealing than spending time with someone like you.”
Tony shrugged.
“Does it matter?”
“It does,” Jasiel said, his gaze shifting to the blonde woman beside Tony.
“Because I can offer more.”
He smiled slightly.
“Miss, I have a one hundred million dollar film project.
Interested in being the lead actress?”
Tony laughed.
“That again?
You have tried this move too many times.
Have you still not figured out how to beat me?”
As expected, the woman shook her head.
“You are interesting, but I already have a partner.”
Compared to Tony, Jasiel’s influence was still limited.
Stark Industries was a global powerhouse, while Jasiel’s background, though wealthy, did not carry the same weight.
“You will regret that choice soon,” Jasiel said, unfazed.
Tony studied him closely.
“You seem different today,” he said.
“More confident.”
“Confidence is necessary.”
Jasiel met his gaze.
“We are both good-looking.
The only thing left to compare is ability.”
Tony raised an eyebrow.
“What are you getting at?”
“I just took over the Daily Bugle,” Jasiel said.
“But I am not interested in running a newspaper.”
“So?”
“I am entering the film industry.”
Tony blinked.
“You?
A director?”
He looked Jasiel up and down, clearly amused.
Then he smirked, as if he had figured something out.
Jasiel rolled his eyes.
“Think whatever you want.”
Tony’s expression shifted, curiosity taking over.
“Go on.
How do you want to play this?”
Jasiel crossed his arms.
“We each invest fifty million dollars.
One hundred million total.
We bet on the box office.”
Tony’s interest deepened.
“If the movie makes a profit, I win.
If it fails, I become your errand boy.
I carry your bags and do whatever you say.”
Tony laughed loudly.
“And call me what?”
Jasiel did not hesitate.
“I will call you Master.”
The crowd reacted instantly.
Tony grinned.
“Even if this is a trap, I do not care.
Fifty million is nothing.”
Then his expression sharpened.
“But I have a condition.
The return rate must exceed fifty percent.
Otherwise, you still lose.”
“Agreed,” Jasiel said immediately.
“And if you win?” Tony asked.
Jasiel looked straight at him.
“Then everything from the movie, including the investment, belongs to me.”
Tony smirked.
“Done.
And I will throw a party in Los Angeles in your name.
All the women there will be yours.”
“Deal.”