My Milf Harem Conquest System In A Women's World-Chapter 44: Multi-Million Dollars Baby! (II)

He agreed without hesitation. The line went silent. Jason leaned back, fingers pressed together. The amount involved demanded more than simple excitement. Past decisions had shaped him into someone capable of handling pressure with calm reasoning instead of panic, though he had to consider angles most people with ordinary incomes never faced.

The line clicked again. Melissa returned, her voice steady yet still tinged with shock.

"I spoke with the team. The transfer is completely legitimate. There are no red flags, warnings, or unusual activity on your profile. The sender’s information checks out and the transaction appears clean, but we cannot fully verify the sender because it seems to be a company, though not a well-known one. Other than that, we have cleared any issues that might attract government attention to your account."

"Good. Keep it off routine monitoring. I do not want any unnecessary scrutiny or random investigations. Treat it as a highly confidential account until I arrive."

"You will be coming in tomorrow, then?"

"Yes. First thing in the morning."

"Jason, I have to be honest. This is the largest personal incoming transfer I have ever handled. I have already contacted three departments to confirm it. Even they were skeptical. You will need to prepare documentation and a full strategic plan because funds of this size require proper structures to maintain stability. We need to discuss insurance, legal protections, asset placement, and a discreet channel to keep unwanted attention out of your life."

"That is why I called you before anyone else. Prepare everything. I want the groundwork laid before I arrive."

Her voice softened, becoming more cautious.

"Very well. I will gather all the necessary options. Try to get some rest, though I doubt you will manage it."

"I will try."

He ended the call and immediately moved on to the next name. Daniel Cross answered on the first ring, as if he had been awake with a file already open. Damn, everyone was prepared for a potential businessman who might soon launch beyond expectations.

"Jason, do you need projections for the quarter? I can adjust the schedule."

That was Cross’s first sentence over the phone.

With a gentle chuckle, Jason spoke calmly:

"No. I need your mind on a different matter. Open your calculator before you react."

"Uh? That sounds cryptic. Fine, I have it."

"I received one hundred million dollars."

The line went still. Jason almost pictured Daniel lowering the phone, trying to compose himself before he risked embarrassing his professional reputation.

"Jason... I must confirm that you are not joking."

"I have no reason to joke. I already checked with Melissa. It is real and legitimate."

"You do realize that the highest figure I have ever handled for any client barely reached a fifth of that? I cannot even pretend to grasp how quickly variables multiply at that level."

"That is why you shall help me."

"I want to, but I must be honest with you. Wealth on that scale requires a different architecture. You shall need layered investments, international spreads, silent partnerships, insulated accounts, controlled risk baskets, and careful evaluation of what information you allow to exist. You must create a fortress around the money, or you shall lose control of it."

"I have no intention of losing control. Begin by outlining categories. I want diversification with separate foundations, no single point of vulnerability, and no reckless leaps. Only balanced structures that grow without unnecessary noise."

Daniel exhaled into the receiver as if his head spun with numbers.

"I shall list possible channels. One moment."

Jason heard tapping across the line.

Soon, Cross spoke steadily, doing his best to maintain composure:

"You shall need a clear distinction between liquid reserves, semi-liquid instruments, and long-term growth assets. We should also create a trust shield. Then place a portion into a discreet international account, preferably one that avoids unnecessary attention. You must decide what percentage you wish to keep accessible."

"Start with thirty percent liquid. Then find stable placements for the rest. I want controlled growth without storms. Identify board positions I can consider without attracting attention."

"I can do that, though I must admit this feels unreal. Do you want property acquisitions?"

"Only if they serve a purpose. Please, no impulsive estates. Focus on practical value. I am also considering creating a startup."

"I shall need hours to sketch projections. This will not be quick."

"I do not expect it to be quick. Take the time. I shall remain on the line."

Daniel paused again, though excitement crept into his tone.

"You understand that this changes your entire future. You can shape sectors with this kind of capital. You can stabilise entire companies. You can build networks. No, what I mean entirely is, you can choose any direction you prefer. None of the usual financial constraints matter anymore. I apologize for the use of brown speeches."

Jason blinked twice before responding after a pause.

"Haa. That is fine. Anyway, this is why I need you to think beyond typical brackets. I want calculations for quiet influence. If a move draws spectacle, discard it."

"You truly thought this through."

"I focused on the parts that matter. You shall fill the spaces I cannot."

With that, the long conversation unfolded. Daniel read out scenarios, and Jason refined them with measured comments. They considered tax structures, including income tax and related obligations, silent ventures, insulation layers, asset classes, risk percentages, projected yields, global channels, secure accounts, and conservative approaches.

Daniel proposed sectors that Jason had rarely explored, while Jason refined the concepts with precision that challenged Daniel’s own expertise. They analysed volatility, market behaviour, subtle opportunities, safe corridors, currency fluctuations, private funds, and institutional thresholds. The hours left them both drained, yet the plan gained clarity.

By the time the clock reached three, Jason finally placed the phone aside. Both Melissa and Daniel expected him in the morning, and he intended to arrive with a composed mind rather than a reckless sense of triumph. He rose, switched off the lights, and let the room settle into darkness.

"I suppose the real game begins, and now I cannot wait for more Milfs and quests, which equals more influence and rewards. Haa. Fruitful!"