I'm The King of Business & Technology in the Modern World-Chapter 90: Treating Oneself with a House

The morning after Christmas, Matthew sat in the lounge of his penthouse, sipping black coffee as the Manila skyline stretched before him. The city was waking up slowly, the festive remnants of the previous night's celebrations still hanging in the air. The soft hum of traffic below was muted through the soundproofed glass windows, but it wasn't the noise that weighed on him—it was the feeling of disconnect.

For years, this penthouse had been his sanctuary, a space that represented everything he had worked for. The minimalist design, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the expensive artwork on the walls—it was a place designed for success. And yet, it felt empty.

After last night, it became clear.

The warmth of his family's home, the laughter around the dinner table, the simplicity of being around people who weren't business associates—it was something he hadn't realized he missed until now.

Maybe it was time for a change.

The penthouse wasn't home.

And so, he made a decision.

Forbes Park – The Epitome of Luxury Living

By noon, Matthew was on his way to Forbes Park, the most prestigious residential neighborhood in Metro Manila. If you had money—real money—this was where you lived. The streets were wide and lined with towering acacia trees, the houses hidden behind gated driveways, each one larger than the last.

Here, land alone could cost upwards of half a billion pesos, and homes were built like private resorts. The names of the residents weren't plastered on the gates, but if you were someone important in the country—a tycoon, a politician, a foreign ambassador—you owned a home here.

Matthew had no interest in a flashy mansion just for the sake of it. He didn't need gold-plated chandeliers or marble statues in the driveway. What he wanted was privacy, space, and a sense of permanence. A place that felt like home, not just another property in his growing list of assets.

His real estate agent, Don Yu, was already waiting for him in front of the first property.

"Matthew," Don greeted with a polite smile. "It's been a while."

"Yeah," Matthew replied, shaking his hand. "Let's get started."

Don motioned toward the massive estate behind him. "I've picked out a few properties based on what you said. Space, privacy, and a sense of home, right?"

Matthew nodded. "Let's see what you've got."

First Property – The Ultra-Modern Mansion.

The first house was a modern architectural masterpiece.

Everything about it screamed cutting-edge—sleek black and gray exteriors, flat roofs, glass walls, and a smart home system that controlled everything from lighting to security.

Don led him through the 1,800-square-meter home, pointing out its features.

Seven bedrooms, nine bathrooms

Home theater with IMAX-quality sound

Underground garage that could fit ten cars

Infinity pool with a built-in jacuzzi

Private gym with state-of-the-art equipment

"Seller's asking for ₱1.2 billion," Don said as they walked through the spacious living area, which was practically a work of art in itself.

Matthew glanced around. It was impressive—ridiculously luxurious—but it felt too much like his penthouse. All glass and steel, no warmth.

"It's nice," Matthew admitted. "But I need something… different."

Don nodded. "I figured you might. The next one's more traditional, but it's got a lot of character."

Second Property – The Spanish-Filipino Hacienda.

The second house was completely different.

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A Spanish-style hacienda, complete with red-tiled roofs, arched doorways, and intricate narra wood carvings. Unlike the ultra-modern glass mansions, this one had soul.

Built on 3,500 square meters of land, it was surrounded by century-old trees that provided shade and privacy. The main house had seven bedrooms and seven bathrooms, while a guest house with two extra suites sat near the back.

The dining area opened up to a sprawling garden, complete with a gazebo, koi pond, and an outdoor pavilion for hosting intimate gatherings.

Matthew took his time walking through the property. The hardwood floors creaked slightly beneath his shoes, the walls carried a history you could feel, and the air smelled like fresh earth and flowers.

Standing on the balcony of the master bedroom, overlooking the garden and koi pond, he exhaled.

This felt right.

Don watched him carefully. "I take it you like this one?"

Matthew smirked. "How much?"

"₱1.5 billion, but negotiable. It has no furniture or appliances, you'll be the one buying it for yourself."

"Yeah, I won't like using something that has already been used."

Matthew weighed the number in his head. He didn't care about the price—he had the cash to buy it outright. But he wanted to know if it was worth negotiating.

"I'll offer ₱1.4 billion," he said finally.

Don nodded. "I'll make the call."

The negotiation didn't take long.

The seller—an old-money Filipino businessman looking to downsize—was willing to let it go for ₱1.4 billion as long as the payment was immediate.

Matthew didn't even hesitate. A single bank transfer later, the house was his.

"Welcome to Forbes Park," Don said as they finalized the paperwork. "You now own one of the best properties here."

Matthew smirked. "Appreciate it."

That evening, Matthew stood alone in his empty mansion.

No furniture. No decorations. Just space and silence.

For the first time in years, he felt… settled.

He took a slow walk through the garden, listening to the distant sound of crickets and the faint trickle of water from the koi pond.

The air was cool. Peaceful.

Leaning against the balcony, he gazed at the night sky, the distant city lights barely visible through the thick foliage.

This wasn't just another property.

This was home.

Matthew walked through the house one last time, taking in every detail. The wooden floors felt solid under his steps, and the open windows let in the cool night air. There was no furniture yet, just empty space, but it already felt different from his penthouse.

He ran a hand along the staircase railing, noting its sturdy build. The house had history, but it was well-maintained. Stepping onto the balcony, he looked down at the garden. The koi pond, the trees, the open space—it was exactly what he wanted.

Again, for the first time in years, he felt like he was where he was supposed to be.