World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 70: A Deal Between Brothers

After everyone had finished eating, the atmosphere at the tablenwas filled with satisfied murmurs and compliments about the meal.

The rich aroma of spices still lingered in the air, and there was a comforting sense of fullness that made everyone sink a little deeper into their chairs.

Patty, ever the gracious host, smiled warmly as she wiped her hands on a dish towel.

"I’m glad you all enjoyed it," she said, her tone filled with motherly affection and satisfaction.

Leslie stretched lazily, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"I know I’ve said this before but Mom, I swear, you could open a five-star restaurant and still not get enough credit for your cooking."

Natasha nodded in agreement. "Honestly, Mrs Patty, that was probably the best meal I’ve had in months."

The rest of the girls chimed in with their own praises, and Patty laughed lightly, shaking her head.

"Oh, stop it, you girls. You’re going to make me blush." freewēbnoveℓ.com

James, who had been quietly enjoying the moment, smirked and leaned over, placing a quick peck on Patty’s cheek.

"Thanks for the meal, Patty. You really outdid yourself."

Patty smiled warmly at him. "You’re welcome, sweetheart."

Leslie, who had been watching the exchange, suddenly pouted.

"See? This is what I mean! James always thanks Mom for every meal, but he never thanks me when I help!"

James gave her a flat look. "Because you don’t help."

The table burst into laughter as Leslie clutched her chest dramatically.

"Ouch. The disrespect."

Patty chuckled and playfully ruffled her daughter’s hair slightly.

"Well, you can start by helping with the dishes."

Leslie groaned but stood up anyway, and the rest of the girls followed suit, gathering the plates and silverware.

James, knowing better than to get involved in "kitchen politics," stood up and stretched before turning to Ralph.

"Come on. Let’s check out the billiard room."

Ralph perked up at the suggestion. "Oh, hell yeah."

The two of them left the dining area as the girls busied themselves clearing the table, their conversation shifting to gossip, jokes, and lighthearted chatter

***

The billiard room had an air of elegance, with its sleek mahogany pool table, polished oak floors, and the soft glow of dimly lit sconces casting long shadows against the dark-paneled walls.

A well-stocked bar stretched along the far side of the room, shelves lined with top-shelf liquor and aged whiskey, though James had little interest in drinking at the moment.

As Ralph stepped inside, his eyes swept over the room, filled with a mixture of admiration and sheer disbelief.

"Damn, James. Your place just keeps surprising me. First, a freaking mansion, now a whole-ass billiard room? What’s next? A private theater?"

James smirked as he walked over to the bar, casually inspecting the bottles.

"Actually," he said with a chuckle, "there is a private theater."

Ralph groaned, shaking his head. "Of course there is. Why wouldn’t there be?"

He picked up a cue stick and gave it a few experimental swings, running his fingers along the smooth wood.

Meanwhile, James busied himself setting up the game, arranging the balls in a tight triangle formation on the felt-covered table.

As James grabbed a cue stick, he turned to Ralph, his expression shifting into something more serious.

"Do you drink?" James asked.

Ralph didn’t hesitate. "Nah, man. Alcohol’s not my thing."

James nodded, already expecting that answer. He placed the bottle back on the shelf and leaned against the bar.

"Good. I don’t either."

Ralph arched an eyebrow. "Then why the hell do you have a bar?"

James smirked. "For guests. Never know when you might need to entertain someone important. Besides everything came with the place."

Ralph let out a low whistle, impressed by the foresight. "Damn, you really are playing this billionaire lifestyle to the max, huh?"

James simply chuckled and handed Ralph the chalk to dust his cue stick.

"Alright," Ralph said, adjusting his stance. "I know you didn’t bring me here just to play pool. What’s on your mind?"

James leaned against the table, his fingers absently tapping against the cue stick as he collected his thoughts.

"Remember when I told you that I was setting up an offshore trust holding company?" he asked.

Ralph nodded, lining up his first shot.

"Yeah. I actually looked into it after you mentioned it. And man... that’s some next-level wealth-building shit. But are you really going through with it?"

James took a slow breath, watching as Ralph took his shot. The balls scattered across the table, one striped ball sinking into a corner pocket.

"I’m going through with it," James confirmed. "I’ve already hired the lawyers. Everything’s in motion."

Ralph leaned on his cue stick, watching James closely.

"Damn. You’re really serious about this, huh?"

James met his gaze, his expression unwavering.

"Ralph, you already know I’m not stopping here. Yeah, I’ve got over a hundred million sitting in my account. Most people would retire on that kind of money." He paused, gripping his cue stick a little tighter. "But I want more."

Ralph’s brows furrowed as he digested James’ words. Then, his eyes widened slightly as something clicked.

"Wait... back up." He straightened up, his grip tightening on the cue stick. "Did you just say you have over a hundred million?"

James gave a slow nod. "Yeah."

Ralph’s mind started racing. "No, no, no. Hold up. Wait a minute. That doesn’t make sense. You told me you made $96.9 million trading Vader in spot trading, right?"

James nodded again, waiting for Ralph to catch up.

Ralph started pacing, counting on his fingers.

"Okay, so let’s do the math. You bought this mansion—$12.5 million. The Koenigsegg—$1.7 million. You bought that Range Rover for her mom, you’ve been spending like crazy... There’s no way you should still have a hundred million left. That math ain’t mathing, bro."

Ralph knew that with the James purchase of the mansion, the hypercar, the Range Rover, his daily expenses. Even if James had made nearly $100 million, after all these purchases, his balance should be much lower. But he still had over a hundred million left? That didn’t make sense.

He narrowed his eyes at James, his voice dropping a little lower.

"What are you not telling me?"

James chuckled softly. He expected this reaction. He wanted this reaction.

To James, Ralph wasn’t just a business partner — he was family. The two of them had been through too much together for there to be any distrust between them.

He had left $600,000 in Ralph’s hands without a second thought when they started the memecoin project. He had trusted Ralph to handle every aspect of the project without interference.

And Ralph had delivered.

But even with that level of trust, James knew he still couldn’t tell him about the system, as he didn’t feel that the time is right.

He sighed and lined up his own shot, taking aim before sinking a solid-colored ball into the corner pocket. Then, without looking up, he spoke.

"Ralph... I know you have questions. And I know things don’t add up. But I need you to trust me."

Ralph folded his arms. "I do trust you. But I also know you, James. And I know when you’re keeping something from me."

James smiled slightly, but there was something distant in his eyes.

"Just know that everything I’m doing is legal. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to get involved in anything illegal. And as for the money... let’s just say I have my ways."

Ralph studied him for a long moment, then exhaled deeply, running a hand over his face.

"Damn it, man. You’re lucky I know you well enough to believe that."

Then, he smirked. "Because if it were anyone else, I’d be calling the Feds right now."

James burst out laughing. "What, you think I’m some secret crime lord or something?"

Ralph shrugged, grinning. "I mean, with the way you’re making money? It wouldn’t be that far-fetched."

James shook his head in amusement, then extended his hand.

"Let’s just focus on making more money together."

Ralph stared at James’ outstretched hand for a moment, then let out a low chuckle before gripping it firmly.

"To making more money."

The handshake was more than just a deal. It was an unspoken agreement. It was a bond of trust between two brothers to achieve everything they can achieve — together.

After a beat, Ralph smirked. "Alright, now let’s see if your skills in pool are as sharp as your skills in making money."

James smirked back. "Prepare to lose."

As they continued their game, the heavy conversation faded, replaced by the familiar banter of two friends who had already conquered so much together and are ready to continue conquering.