World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 79: Excessive Luxury

The next morning, James was woken up by a knock on his door.

"James, wake up. Mr Harrington and his team are here and there are two cars waiting outside the gate." Patty’s voice came from the other side of the door.

"I’m coming!" James said to her, as he slowly got out of bed and stretched.

"Ok. We will be waiting for you downstairs," Patty said, before leaving.

James picked up his phone to check the time and he saw that it was past 6.

"They are here early," he said, yawning as he dropped his phone back on the bedside table.

He walked to the bathroom, took his bath, put on some fresh clothes and picked up his phone, and the small duffel bag he packed his things into.

After picking up his things, he left his room and went downstairs. When he got downstairs, he saw Patty, Leslie, Mr Harrington and his team waiting for him in the living area.

Leslie was the first person who noticed him and she greeted him.

"Good morning, James."

"Good morning, Les."

He walked to Patty and greeted her, giving her a quick pecking, before turning to Mr Harrington.

"Good morning, Mr James," Mr Harrington greeted, stretching out his hand for a handshake.

"Good morning, Mr Harrington," James greeted back, as he took his hand and shook it.

"Thank you for inviting us," he said with a smile, and face filled with appreciation.

"I should naturally do this much if you’re working for me, right?" James said, with a smile.

Mr Harrington smiled when he heard what James said. He has no idea why but he can’t get a read on this kid in front of him.

"Since our ride is here, let’s get going then," James said, and started walking to the door.

He knew that they will not be able to eat breakfast before leaving as Mr Harrington and his team are here, and their ride is waiting outside.

***

The gate slid up, only for James to be greeted by a sight that even he hadn’t fully expected.

Two Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600s sat idling outside the mansion’s grand entrance, their polished exteriors gleaming under the soft glow of the early morning light.

The luxury SUVs exuded an aura of absolute prestige, their commanding presence making it clear that these were no ordinary vehicles.

James let out a low whistle as he took in the scene. He had nothing else to say, as the charter company had really outdone themselves with this one.

His eyes drifted to the uniformed chauffeurs standing beside each car. Two tall, professionally dressed men with the air of seasoned drivers who had chauffeured only the wealthiest clientele.

Their crisp black suits and white gloves added an extra layer of elegance to the already grand experience.

Behind him, Leslie’s loud gasp nearly made him chuckle.

"OMG! Am I still in the real world, or is this a fantasy?!" she practically squealed, clutching her duffel bag as she spun around to take in the Maybachs.

Patty chuckled at Leslie’s reaction, though even she looked mildly stunned. She had known James had arranged for private transportation, as he told her yesterday that the charter company will send vehicles to come pick them up, but she hadn’t imagined this level of excessive luxury.

She sighed quietly and smiled to herself. James was doing well — better than well. Even though it has been a while, still, seeing just how much his life and theirs had transformed in the span of a few weeks was staggering.

"Our lives have really changed," she muttered under her breath, barely audible.

James, meanwhile, remained calm and composed, though he, too, had to admit that this was next level.

He had expected the charter company to send a luxury car, but the Maybach GLS 600 was borderline presidential treatment.

One of the chauffeurs stepped forward, and smoothly, with a series of actions of someone who has been at their job for a very while, collected James’ bag, handling it with the utmost professionalism.

"Good morning, Mr. Zolomon," the chauffeur greeted with a slight bow. "Allow me."

James handed over the bag without a word, impressed by the man’s efficiency. The chauffeur then moved swiftly to open the backseat door, revealing the plush interior of the Maybach.

James took a step forward, but before he could enter, he heard Leslie squeal again.

"NO WAY. LOOK AT THIS INTERIOR!" she practically jumped in excitement, peering inside the Maybach.

The inside of the car was nothing short of stunning. The hand-stitched Nappa leather seats, the ambient lighting that subtly shifted colors, and the massive rear entertainment screens were all a testament to why this was one of the most expensive SUVs in the world.

Patty shook her head in amusement. Leslie’s reaction is always the light of every moment.

"Leslie, sweetheart, calm down," she said, though the fond smile on her face betrayed her own amazement.

James smirked at Leslie’s reaction.

"You keep reacting like that, and people will think you’ve never seen luxury before."

Leslie immediately shot him a glare.

"I haven’t, not at this level!" she huffed before sliding into the backseat, immediately sinking into the plush leather with a content sigh.

James chuckled and followed, stepping into the spacious rear cabin, where the rear reclining seats and individual armrests made it feel more like a private jet on wheels.

Patty joined them a moment later, settling in gracefully, though James could tell even she was impressed.

Meanwhile, Mr. Harrington and his team made their way into the first Maybach, their expressions were very professional, but James could tell that they, too, were quietly appreciating the treatment.

Once everyone was comfortably seated, the chauffeurs shut the doors and took their positions.

With a soft purr of the engine, the Maybach rolled forward, gliding smoothly down the private driveway of Anzo Estate.

***

The ride was silent at first, the only sound being the faint sound of the vehicle’s powerful engine as it smoothly cruised through the streets of Lower Bel-Air.

James leaned back into his seat, glancing outside as they passed by multi-million-dollar mansions, each one a fortress of wealth.

For a very long time for him and his family, these houses had seemed untouchable, symbols of unattainable wealth.

Now, he was living among them, driving in a car that likely cost more than some people’s entire life savings.

He smiled brightly and proudly, as he thought of how far he has come in a couple of weeks.

"This is definitely just the beginning."

Next to him, Leslie was still marveling at the Maybach. She had already tested the seat’s massage function, adjusted the ambient lighting three times, and was now playing with the massive entertainment screen.

"This car is literally insane," she muttered, pressing a few buttons to activate the built-in footrest.

"James, why don’t you just buy one of these?" She asked, looking at James curiously.

James shrugged lazily.

"I might. But I have my eyes set on something better."

Leslie turned to him with wide eyes. "Better? What’s better than this?!"

James smirked. "Wait and see."

As for what he has set his eyes on? Even he can’t say, but he feels that he will know it when he sees it.

Patty, meanwhile, chuckled at their conversation but then turned to James with a more serious expression.

"You didn’t have breakfast," she pointed out.

James smiled and waved it off.

"We’ll eat on the jet. The onboard chef will handle it."

Patty blinked in confusion

"The jet has a private chef?" She asked, and James simply nodded in response.

Leslie groaned with a bright smile, and a look if ecstasy on her face.

"James, you’re making it really hard not to act spoiled right now."

"Good. Start getting used to it because I’m going to spoil you even more," James said, grinning at her reaction.

***

Van Nuys Airport - Private Terminal

The Maybachs pulled up smoothly at Van Nuys Airport’s Signature Flight Support terminal, where private jets exclusively operated.

Unlike commercial airports, where passengers had to deal with crowded security lines and waiting areas, here, everything was VIP treatment.

James’ gaze immediately landed on his aircraft — the Gulfstream G700 — sitting majestically on the private tarmac, its sleek frame gleaming under the rising sun.

A small team of ground crew members was already preparing for departure, and two uniformed pilots stood near the stairs, ready to receive them.

The moment the Maybachs stopped, a well-dressed concierge representative walked up to James’ door, opening it with a polite nod.

"Mr. Zolomon, welcome. Your jet is fully prepped and ready for departure."

James nodded in approval and stepped out.

The others followed suit, and as soon as Leslie saw the jet, she absolutely lost it.

"JAMES. THAT’S OUR JET?!" she nearly screamed.

"It is." James smirked, with his chest swelling with pride.

Leslie looked like she might faint, as she took in the image of the aircraft in front of her.

"I take back what I said earlier. I was wrong. THIS is insane."

Patty shook her head, smiling fondly, while Mr. Harrington and his team remained professional but visibly impressed.

James smiled and gestured toward the jet.

"Shall we?"

With that, they made their way toward the waiting aircraft.