The Master Programmer-Chapter 168: Echoes of Chaos 2

Jason Cross leaned against his sleek car, his suit sharp under the dim streetlights. Beside him, Isabella, a vision of innocence wrapped in quiet allure, shuffled nervously. She still wasn’t used to it. But she was better now. She had seen a few famous actors before. She might have fainted if it wasn’t for the fact that she was with Jason.

Samantha’s sharp heels clicked as she moved closer, having come back from escorting her little sister back to her captor, Jack Cross. Veronica, ever poised and graceful, stood with an enigmatic smile, completely calm and still, watching everything around her, her demeanour calming and soothing.

"Jason," Samantha said after coming close enough, breaking the silence, "why don’t you take Isabella home? She looks like she could use some rest."

Her voice was steady, but Jason caught the subtle crack beneath her words. Something had shifted in Samantha tonight. Something… happened. Thinking this far, Jason opened up his System, and when he did he saw what he had been looking for.

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|| Master Programmer System || Stats | Missions | Items | Store |

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Your Current Mission: Build a Net Worth of 100 Million Dollars (100% done)

Congratulations on completing the Mission. As a reward, you have received the following:

—> Level up +1 +1 —> Level 34

—>MC + 200 MC —> 900

Your Current Missions:

—> Build a Syndicate! (70% done)

—> Take over the Snake Gang and All its Enterprises (29% done)

—> Start your Own Company and Grow it to 10 Million ARR (0% done)

—> Make Samantha Ellis Your Servant (98% done)

—> Break the Arranged Marriages of the Ellis Sisters (67% done)

—> Make your Ex Regret Everything She did (48% done)

—> Make your Friends Regret Abandoning You (33% done)

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| Master Programmer System || Stats || Missions | Items | Store |

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Name: Jason Cross

MC (Master Coins): 900

Level: 34

Stats: (No Change)

Abilities:

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Aura: 5.7/5.9 {A normal human has less than 1}

Programmer Access Level: [Mentality and Ideas 1A],

Methods: [Sex God Method], [Fighting God Method], [Business God Method], [Unknown Method]

Skills: [Emperors Gaze]

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Damn... so Samantha was experiencing something after all. After all, why did her progress skyrocket like this? Jason was this close to finishing her off.

Jason smirked. The level-ups were great. And MC was even greater. With this, he could fuel his next stage of development. Anyway, it was now time to move on. Turning his attention to the Missions, he realised that he had so many more missions to take care of. He would look at them tomorrow morning.

Turning his attention back to the woman in front of him, Samantha, who had come back from taking Celine back to her companions, Jason smirked, admiring how Samantha handled stress. Her emotional intelligence was high, almost rivalling her formidable intellect.

She wasn’t just strong; she was calculating, a trait Jason deeply respected.

If she liked him that much, then why was she letting go of a chance to spend the night together with Jason? Jason was just thinking this far when he soon realised something was going on after all. The three women seemed to have planned something.

Veronica smirked, and pulled Isabella away, leaving Samantha and him at the scene as Veronica leaned over to whisper something to Isabella’s ear in the distance. Jason watched that happen and then turned his attention to Samantha. What was she playing at this time?

Samantha tilted her head, a teasing smile curving her lips. Jason smirked when seeing this. What was she planning now?

"Do you have the pill?" he asked her, his voice dropping to a near whisper, but her eyes bore into his with unrelenting force. Se gazed at Jason and smirked, thereafter coming close and showing him her cleavage. Jason looked in there only to see what he could only understand to be a white speck.

That was not her nipple. Jason had seen that before. It was prettier. And livelier. Not some snow-white thing that was lifeless and dead-looking.

Samantha spoke up next, keeping her cleavage visible to Jason while saying, "If I said I didn’t, would you have given me another one?"

When Jason heard those words, he couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head. Did she take Jason to be Santa?

"Fuck no!" Jason said, causing a wide-mouthed shocked expression to appear on Samantha’s face. Jason chuckled when he saw that. Why was she acting like this?

"Okay, could you… source them for me? I want to use them. I know you have been too. After all, how can you be this good at so many things if you weren’t using them?" Samantha said, putting her arms around Jason and hugging him, her soft velvety smooth.

Jason arched a brow, his smirk deepening. "One per week," he said firmly, his voice low yet authoritative.

Samantha stepped closer, her body brushing against his. Her perfume was intoxicating, a blend of jasmine and spice. "Once a week?" she murmured, her lips dangerously close to his. "What if I promise to be good? Can you give me more?! I need it...~~"

Jason chuckled, his hand finding her waist. "You? A good girl?" He leaned in, cradling her face in his hands. "We both know you’re not built for that. One per week, and consider it a gift. No payment is needed. But… if you do become a good girl, I won’t mind giving you more of what you want. Anything you want."

His words were deliberate, each syllable dripping with playful dominance. His tone and phrasing subtly reinforced his control while making her desire his approval. By saying no, he was effectively telling her to work harder at being a good girl. She might not know what that was. If she ever wanted to find out, she would have to play the game the way Jason wanted her to.

Samantha’s breath hitched, her gaze flickering with both defiance and submission. No payment? Was he serious? Hose pills were going at ten million, and he was offering her no payment?

"Does that mean they will be getting more of them?" she asked pointing to the women in the distance. Jason nodded, not even afraid of exposing it.

"Yes, after all, they aren’t plotting against me at every turn. They are loyal to me, and only me and they have aligned themselves with my vision. You… are still a bit far from that. You might act like it, but I can tell…" Jason said holding her chin up, making her pucker her lips.

She laughed, a sound both sultry and bitter. "You’re so unfair, Jason," she whispered.

"Unfair?" he echoed, leaning closer. "Maybe. But I always deliver what’s promised."

Before she could respond, his lips captured hers, the kiss slow and deliberate, a calculated claim rather than an impulsive gesture. Samantha melted into him, her earlier bravado giving way to a vulnerability she rarely displayed.

When he finally pulled away, she touched her lips, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. "Unfair," she repeated, this time softer, almost to herself.

Jason smirked. She was so pretty when she was playing those games. Jason had no problem with her planfulness. But he would rather she play them elsewhere. He loved games but only when they were useful for his goals.

Jason chuckled, stepping back as Veronica approached, her arm around a visibly flustered Isabella. "Take care of her," Veronica said, her blue eyes locking with Jason’s. There was an unspoken depth to her gaze, a silent plea he couldn’t quite decipher.

"I will," Jason promised, his voice steady. He didn’t make promises lightly. After saying that, He dragged Veronica towards him and then kissed her too. She stood there frozen. Didnt he just kiss Samantha only a few moments before?! What would people say if they saw her?

But Jason didn’t care, and it seemed the two other women didnt either, giggling as they stood there watching Veronica fight the urge to resist. After Jason let go of her, she glared at him, although there was a happy smile on her face. Jason smiled too. After all, he had seen something in the distance. It was James, and he was gnashing his teeth and stomping off like some child.

As Samantha and Veronica walked off together, going to Veronica’s ride that was out there somewhere, Jason turned to Isabella, who looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes. "Let’s go home," he said gently, taking her hand. Isabella nodded, the flush on her neck and face still visible.

What did they do to her? Anyway, it didnt matter. After getting in the car, Jason sent a text to Troy, asking him for a favour.

[Please escort my women safely back home.]

[I will take care of things on my end too. Anything you want.]

[As for the attack... I know who was responsible. We’ll talk.]

The reply was immediate. Troy seemed to be in a good mood even seeing a picture of him and his two women with other women all around, dancing naked.

[What are you saying, Jason!]

[You just made me 100 million in one night]

[If you told me you wanted to get married I’d have a hard time saying no, you bastard!!]

[Consider it done. We’ll talk later, my friend.]

Jason smirked. Well, he would rest assured now. Just in case that bastard Jack did anything funny.

The ride back was quiet, save for the occasional hum of the engine. Jason stole glances at Isabella, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard. Something was enchanting about her simplicity, a stark contrast to the complexities of the other women in his life.

"What did they talk to you about?" Jason asked, breaking the silence. He couldn’t hold back anymore. She had been turning to him the whole time, and then turning away in a fluster. Jason was just curious about what exactly was going on for her to behave like that.

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Isabella hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "They... asked me how I liked being with you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jason chuckled, a rich, deep sound that made Isabella blush. She glared at him, but Jason did not care, turning to her as they reached a traffic light. "And what did you say?"

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing deeper. "I told them the truth," she said finally. "That I like it when I call you... Daddy."

Jason’s laughter filled the car, a mix of amusement and disbelief. The image of Samantha or Veronica calling him that was almost too much. "You told them that?" he asked, shaking his head. Oh my god... What was going to happen now? He might never hear the end of it. He really might be in trouble with the others.

Isabella nodded, her face buried in her hands. "I didn’t mean to! It just came out."

Jason reached over, taking her hand and pulling it away from her face. "Relax," he said, his voice soothing. His touch and tone served as a calming anchor, easing her embarrassment. "If you don’t feel comfortable with anything, you can always tell me. You don’t have to call me that if you ever feel its too embarrassing."

Before he could say more, Isabella leaned over, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. When she pulled back, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

"No… I like it. I want it just like that. I was worried about you though… Veronica said you were gentle and sweet with her. But I… You… I have never been able to give that to you… I don’t want to lose you," she confessed. "Even if I have to share you... I’ll do whatever it takes."

Jason’s heart softened, a rare flicker of genuine emotion breaking through his usual composed facade. He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

"You won’t lose me," he assured her. His words acknowledged her fears while guiding her toward reassurance, again pacing and leading her. After that he kissed her and held her hand, reassuring her back to the house.

He would have to do a bit more reassuring when he got there. But that was exactly the thing. That was fine with him. He had nothing to worry about when it came to reassuring beautiful women just how much he cared about them.