Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency-Chapter 24: Owning the Future

[Ding! Shop open!

Items and consumables!

Items

Pheromone Extraction Plant - $50,000,000

Spy Device Assembly Line - $80,000,000

Luxury Lingerie Manufacturing Plant - $50,000,000

Erotic Costume Workshop - $40,000,000

Sex Toy Production Facility - $60,500,000

Perfume & Fragrance Factory - $70,000,000

Luxury Apparel Factory - $90,000,000

Exclusive Wine Brewery - $50,500,000

AI-Driven Packaging Line - $30,000,000

Marketing Material Printer - $20,500,000

[Consumables!

Arousal Serum Factory - $30,500,000

Psychotropic Pill Line - $70,000,000

Truth Serum Distillery - $60,000,000]

Justin scrolled through the shop list, eyes widening at the insane prices attached to the machines. "System, what the hell? Why are you showing me machines instead of the actual products? I mean, you want me to build an empire, not a factory floor, right?"

The system responded in its usual deadpan tone, unfazed by his complaint:

[The purpose of these items is to ensure the Veiler dominates the market, not play small-time games. By owning production, the Veiler will hold the ultimate power in this industry.]

Justin raised an eyebrow, running his fingers through his hair. "No, don't get me wrong, system. I'm not mad. Actually, I'm freaking pumped you're giving me a shot to play big. I'm just saying, couldn't you have included, like, a few finished samples to work with? A little starter kit?" If the world was offering this opportunity why not take it!

The system answered almost immediately, its tone as matter-of-fact as ever:

[The system does not provide finished products. However, upon purchasing these machines, the Veiler can use the first batch as samples. That said, it won't even be necessary. The quality of the items produced by these machines will be unmatched and dominate the market with ease.]

Justin leaned back in his chair, smirking. "Well, alright then. I guess it's on me to show these industries who's boss. These prices are steep, but I get it now—this is how I take over. Still, what about the materials? What's the catch there? I don't to assume I would need specials to make these products."

[The Veiler can use standard raw materials to produce these items. Regardless of the material quality, the machines will ensure the end products are flawless, cutting-edge, and unrivaled in the market.]

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Hearing that made him grin like a maniac. "Now that's what I'm talking about! I just need to secure the machines, and then it's game over for the competition. You're really setting me up for greatness here, system."

Justin's eyes danced across the shop listings again. The industries listed were perfect. He'd take his niche market—escorts, models, high-profile marriages—and turn it into a global empire. The thought of his competitors watching helplessly as he swept the market clean was delicious.

"System," he said, still scrolling, "if these machines can make anything, how about something wild? Like a perfume that makes men and women insane for each other. Something that takes a ten-minute session and stretches it into a whole night. Is there machines to do that?"

The system chimed in without hesitation:

[Such suggestions are achievable. The machines can be customized to enhance, innovate, or completely transform existing products. The Veiler's ideas will further strengthen the empire's reach.]

Justin laughed, a deep, satisfied sound as he leaned forward in his chair. "Well, damn. Guess it's time to start making moves. The industry's mine for the taking."

[Ding! As a bonus for the Veiler's purchase, the system will unlocked the "Eternal Desire Perfume" machine. This machine will create a long-lasting perfume that significantly increases stamina and desire, prolonging intimacy from 10 minutes to 30 minutes or more. Ideal for your target market.]

Justin's grin grew wider. "Now we're talking. That's going straight to the top of the list!" With just enough advertising or would top the market in a few.

Justin stared at the list of items and consumables, eyes narrowing as he scrolled. His expression stayed neutral, but deep down? "Yeah, this shit hurt."

The only thing he could afford right now with his own money was... well, absolutely nothing. Not even the cheapest crap on the list. If that didn't sting like a bitch.

He could, of course, buy whatever he wanted—if he touched the company's funds.

But that wasn't happening. He wasn't that stupid. The company was already a financial trainwreck—because of him and his parents's previous loan, let's not sugarcoat it—and yanking out more money for his personal ventures would only make things worse. He could justify it. He could spin a whole speech about investment and long-term returns, but the truth was, the company needed every damn penny just to stay afloat right now.

And let's be real—his personal ambitions had nothing to do with the company. These new ventures? They were his. His empire-in-the-making. His next big move.

So, right then and there, Justin made the call: his money, and his money only. At least for now.

Of course, that meant he needed more money. A lot more. And there was one undeniable truth in this world—there were plenty of insanely rich women out there, longing for the exclusive, one-of-a-kind experience that only the Veiler himself could provide. It wasn't just about seduction. It was strategy.

A well-calculated, high-stakes game where he was the player and they were the prize.

And while he worked on pulling the company out of the wreckage, he also needed to start hunting.

But that wasn't all. He needed infrastructure. A location where he could manufacture his own products, something independent from the company's resources. Somewhere vast, secure, and untouchable. A place he could mold into a powerhouse of production.

His mind spun through possibilities before landing on one.

Oh... Aunt Selena.

His lips curled into a smirk. She could help. She would help.

"Maybe Delaware?" he muttered, half-joking, but half-serious. The place was practically a goldmine if you knew where to look. It was a weirdly hot investment spot now, and with the right amount of cash, he could secure a huge, untouched landmass and build an industrial empire from scratch. Remote, untouchable, and fully under his control.

Yeah. He'd check on that later.

For now—

"System, open the Uniques."

Because these were where the real power lay.