Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 80: The Veiler’s Reflection

Chapter 80: The Veiler’s Reflection

Meanwhile, Justin just exhaled through his teeth. "Yeah. That’s enough TV for tonight."

He grabbed the remote and clicked it off.

Sasha, still dying, was clutching his shoulders. "Justin. Justin, be real. Did you bag the President?"

Justin gave her a deadpan look. "Go get me another drink."

Justin exhaled, running a hand through his hair. The noise didn’t bother him—negative takes, positive takes, whatever. None of it really touched him. What mattered was how Black Veil looked to the world. If he wanted to take it to the next level, he had to clean up its reputation and slap some fresh polish on its decaying image.

Appointing a new CEO was one step. The other? Making sure no bank was breathing down their necks over that damn debt. The due date was right around the corner, and he wasn’t about to let creditors knock on his door like some mafia movie. So, he handled it.

How much?

$300 million.

Did he flinch? Nah. Did he even wonder what the hell his parents had blown all that money on? Barely. Though, let’s be real—it smelled like a foul fucking play. But Justin wasn’t about to get lost in that mess. Not yet. First, the agency had to be stable. Then he could start digging.

And how did he get that kind of cash so easily? Well, last night, after snatching Isabella, Wealth Snatch had done its thing.

Isabella weighed $500 million.

Now, with 2x Wealth Snatch, that doubled to a fat $1 billion.

So dropping $300 million? That was like taking a cup of water from a full-ass jelly can.

*

Justin, lounging on the couch, tilted his head. "How long till the others come back?" Sasha tapped away at her phone, finishing off her messages.

Laurent and Selena had gone out shopping—house shopping, to be exact—dragging along some maids, the butler, the chauffeur, and a whole entourage. Meanwhile, that left him and Sasha chilling alone in the house.

She glanced up. "Anytime soon."

Then, her lips curled into a smirk. "By the way, is Chloe staying over tonight too?"

Justin nodded without much thought. "Yeah, she’s staying. Not sure for how long, though."

Sasha’s smirk widened. "Damn, your past crush and wet dream is now sleeping in the room next to yours. How’s that feel, huh?"

Flick.

"Hey!" She yelped, rubbing her forehead where he’d flicked her.

Justin scoffed. "I’m way past that point."

If Selena knew most things about him, Sasha knew everything—well, almost. The only things she didn’t know? His system and his current women.

...Though, knowing her? She might just pull another hypnosis trick on him and find out.

She cackled like a little gremlin and skipped away before he could retaliate.

Justin just sighed. Whatever. He had two things to handle now.

One: The body reward he got.

And two—

[Ding! The Veiler has achieved a new milestone! Hidden mission completed!]

Mission: Earn $1 Billion with Wealth Snatch at once.

Reward: Wealth Snatch upgrade.

Description: The Veiler can now upgrade Wealth Snatch to X5 at the cost of $500M!

Oh yeah, that little notification had popped up yesterday, but he’d been way too fucking busy to deal with it.

Now?

Now, it was time to handle both.

*****

Justin stood in his bathroom—his bathroom—the kind of bathroom that made lesser men question their life choices. Floor-to-ceiling glass on one side, overlooking the sprawling city skyline. Black marble counters with gold accents. A shower the size of a small apartment. And the kind of bathtub that made you want to drown in luxury.

But right now?

Right now, he stood butt-naked in front of the massive mirror, his cock dangling between his legs like it owned the place.

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. Complete Veiler Body. He had no fucking clue what it was supposed to do to him, but at this point? He was ready for whatever insanity the system threw his way.

From the bedroom, he could hear Sasha moving around, organizing... something. The bathroom was fully soundproof—he could hear her, but she wouldn’t hear shit from in here. A little privacy in a house full of people? Essential.

Justin stared at his reflection. And damn, what a wild fucking ride it had been.

Just a few days ago, he was a teen terrorizing his school like it was his personal empire. Untouchable, reckless, a goddamn menace. His parents had to cover for him at least once a month—sometimes it wasn’t even his mess, but his group of followers doing dumb shit in his name. Either way, Selena always had to step in to clean it up.

He’d been the textbook definition of a rich kid who didn’t give a fuck. Morals? Barely any. Restraint? Even less.

But now?

Now, he was something else entirely.

His life had flipped so hard it still didn’t feel real. He had millions in his account, the power to make billions by just fucking women, and a system that let him bend people to his will like they were born for it.

Women wanted him. Hell, sane or crazy, they all wanted Justin Black. Men feared him, envied him, respected him.

And now, this.

This fucking system was about to upgrade his body, and he had no clue how much crazier, stronger, or more dangerous he was about to become.

One thing was certain—

He was about to find out.

*****

The estate was a beast. Not just a home, but a fortress of indulgence, a palace where power and luxury didn’t just coexist—they flaunted themselves.

A woman in her thirties, skin dewy with heat, her body submerged beneath the cushion of white leather-soft bubbles, only her face visible. Her dark, damp hair clung to her neck, framing a face that exuded nothing but knowing confidence.

Her eyes, half-lidded, glowed with something unreadable as she exhaled slowly, letting the steam coil around her like a lover’s touch.

And at the center of it all—

The bathtub.

Carved from a single block of pure obsidian, deep enough to swallow a man whole. The water inside was velvet-dark, rich with oils and silk-soft foam that clung to the surface in thick, luxurious layers.

And in that water—

Her.

Then—

A whisper, breathy, teasing—

"Justin."