World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 150: The Warmth Of Home

After parking in the circular driveway, James cut the engine and sat there for a moment.

The sky above was a deep velvet blue, the last glimmers of daylight fading behind the hills.

The mansion loomed quietly before him, with its warm and inviting lights, promising shelter after a long and exhausting day.

With a tired sigh, James grabbed his golf bag from the passenger seat and it felt heavier than usual, and made his way toward the front door.

The moment he stepped inside, a wave of sweet, mouthwatering aroma hit him — rich spices, slow-cooked herbs, and the unmistakable scent of fresh bread.

It was like walking into a warm embrace.

He didn’t even have time to call out before Leslie appeared, emerging from the kitchen with a bright smile lighting up her face.

The moment her eyes met his, she quickened her pace, closing the distance between them in a few quick steps.

Without a word, she reached for the golf bag, sliding it off his shoulder with ease before pulling him into a tight, full-bodied hug. freewebnσvel.cѳm

James let out a low chuckle, as he felt the tension in his muscles melting slightly under her touch.

Then she tilted her head up and kissed him, deep and slow.

James leaned into the kiss, letting the world fall away for a moment.

When they finally broke apart, Leslie still kept her arms around him, her forehead resting lightly against his chest.

"You look exhausted," she murmured.

"Yeah," James admitted, with a low voice.

Leslie smiled and grabbed his hand, gently leading him toward the living room, her free hand still clutching his golf bag like it was the most natural thing in the world.

James collapsed onto the plush couch with a heavy sigh, the soft cushions swallowing him whole. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and let out a deep breath.

Leslie perched herself on the armrest beside him, her hand finding his and giving it a small, reassuring squeeze.

Without even needing to ask how his day went, she could see it — etched in the slant of his shoulders and the faint weariness tugging at his features.

"Mom’s already cooking dinner. You just rest," she said softly.

James gave a small nod, feeling grateful beyond words. He was happy that she didn’t ask about his day, as he didn’t have the energy for conversation. At least not until he has refueled.

Leslie quietly rose, taking the golf bag upstairs to his room, while James relaxed on the couch.

He stared up at the ceiling, his mind drifting through flashes of the day. The day has been very hectic, form the weekly tournament to his training session with Mr Donovan, he barely had the opportunity to catch his breath.

He knew that this was necessary for him to achieve what he wants. But the fact that this is how hectic his days and his schedule will be from on, was something he will have to get used to.

James sighed softly and decided to rest his brain. He knew that nothing will change from him overthinking it.

Leslie returned from James’ room and she slipped onto the couch beside him, wrapping her arms around his torso and resting her head against his chest.

James smiled softly, feeling her warmth seep into him. No words were needed as her presence alone was enough to drain the last bits of tension from his body.

They stayed like that for a long, peaceful stretch of time, until Patty’s voice floated in from the dining area.

"Dinner’s ready!"

James opened his eyes and slowly stood up. Leslie squeezed his hand one more time before standing up, and together they made their way toward the dining room.

The table was already set and it was simple. Glasses of cold water, bowls of steaming vegetables, a beautiful roast glistening under the soft lighting, and a fresh basket of dinner rolls.

James took his seat slowly, his body still heavy with fatigue, while Leslie helped her mother with the last of the plates.

Soon enough, all three of them sat down and began to eat.

There wasn’t much conversation — just the occasional murmur of appreciation for the food, the clink of cutlery against china, and the gentle sounds of them eating in a comfortable silence.

As he ate, James made he savored every bite. Patty’s cooking, as always, was excellent — seasoned to perfection, hearty without being overwhelming. And for him, each mouthful was like another step toward recovery from his hellish day.

When he finished, James rose from his seat and leaned down, giving Patty a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you," he said sincerely.

Patty waved him off with a smile, pretending to shoo him toward the stairs.

James chuckled under his breath and made his way upstairs, with every muscle in his body aching in that satisfying way.

He entered his bedroom, dropped his clothes into the hamper without ceremony, and trudged into the adjoining bathroom.

The hot water hit his skin like a benediction, loosening tight muscles and washing away the last grime of the day.

James stood there for a long while, letting the steam swirl around him, with his eyes closed, as his mind drifted.

Eventually, he forced himself to step out, toweling off briskly before pulling on his sleepwear — a simple, soft set of shorts and a black T-shirt.

He moved back into the bedroom and he felt welcomed by the soft, familiar surroundings.

He slipped into bed, letting his head sink into the cool pillow.

Just as his mind was beginning to blur at the edges with sleep, his phone buzzed softly from the nightstand.

James groaned quietly, rolling over and picking it up.

The screen lit up with a single notification: a message from Mr. Donovan’s secretary.

James didn’t even have to open it to know what it was.

Still, he tapped it open, and — just as expected — it was Mr Donovan’s account detail.

Without hesitation, James navigated to his banking app. He keyed in the account number, double-checked it, and entered the payment amount: $24,000.

The amount was enough to cover today’s session, and the next week’s worth of training in advance.

He confirmed the transfer with a final tap, and the app flashed a green checkmark.

Done.

James set the phone down, feeling the final threads of tension unwind from his chest, as he shifted under the covers, letting everything else drift away.

And this time, sleep came easily.