Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

As they continued talking, Noah’s thoughts remained focused.

Amelia had no idea just how much potential she had, and that was exactly how he wanted it, at least for now.

She was talented, yes, but also vulnerable in ways that made her easier to guide, and easier to influence.

But more than that, she had potential. More potential than she ever thought.

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"And if I nurture that potential to sprout..."

With a gentle smile, Noah let the conversation flow, his words carefully chosen, his tone always warm and reassuring.

But deep down, he knew. This was just the beginning. Amelia’s future was brighter than she realized, and Noah would be right there beside her—guiding her, shaping her path.

"And in time... she’ll be more than just General Adam’s daughter or the Admiral’s granddaughter."

"She’ll be mine."

Noah leaned back in his chair and smiled at Amelia. "Let’s get some food, shall we?"

Amelia nodded, her face still slightly flushed from their earlier conversation. "Sure," she replied softly.

He glanced at her, curious. "Do you want to eat here or somewhere else?"

Amelia thought for a moment before suggesting.

"How about we eat here? It’s quieter and simple. We can have some spicy Korean noodles with tokboki and a drink..."

She trailed off quickly, almost second-guessing her suggestion. "Or if you want, we can eat somewhere else. I don’t mind."

Noah shook his head, a warm smile on his face. "No, I like your idea. It’s quite cute."

Amelia’s cheeks turned a shade pinker at his words, but she didn’t say anything, simply nodding in agreement.

Noah, noticing her reaction, smiled to himself before casually ringing the bell for service.

A few moments later, there was a polite knock at the door. Noah stood and opened it, revealing the same worker from before.

"We’re ready to order," Noah said with an easy smile, having already discussed what they wanted.

"I’ll have one carbonara buldakk ramen and one rose buldakk ramen, along with two large cheesy tokboki. And two large ice-cold colas."

As he handed the menu back to the worker, Noah winked and added, "Make sure it’s good."

The worker smiled, recognizing Noah’s earlier generosity. "Don’t worry, sir, I’ll make sure everything is perfect."

Noah nodded in approval before closing the door and returning to his seat.

Amelia watched him silently, her mind swirling with thoughts she couldn’t quite shake.

Noah’s ease, his way of speaking—everything about him had a way of making her heart race. Yet, she felt comfortable too.

It was a strange mix of emotions, and she wasn’t entirely sure how to handle it.

It wasn’t long before the food arrived. The worker knocked again, this time with two trays laden with steaming bowls of noodles and side dishes.

There was something extra too, a small flower placed next to the dishes.

Noah stood and opened the door again, thanking the worker as he placed the trays on the table.

The presentation was smooth, and the flower added a personal touch, something small yet thoughtful.

Noah chuckled and whispered to the worker, "You deserve another tip."

The worker grinned. "I’ve got you, sir. Enjoy."

As the door closed behind him, Noah took the flower from the tray and casually handed it to Amelia.

"Here you go, your little twin."

Amelia blinked, confused for a moment, before realizing what he meant. The delicate beauty of the flower, its soft petals... Did he mean she was like the flower? Her face burned red as the thought crossed her mind.

"

Does he mean... me?"

Her thoughts ran wild, and her blush deepened even further.

Noah noticed her reaction but didn’t press further. Instead, he smiled warmly.

"Let’s eat."

He picked up his chopsticks and dug into the food, the aroma of the spicy noodles filling the air.

Amelia, still flustered, picked up her own chopsticks, trying to distract herself with the meal in front of her.

As they ate, the warm food paired with the cold drinks brought a sense of simplicity and enjoyment to the room.

The flavours were rich, the spice just enough to tingle on their tongues without overwhelming.

The cheesy tokboki melted perfectly with each bite, and the noodles had just the right texture—chewy, yet soft enough to savour.

Noah seemed at ease as if this was the most natural thing in the world—sitting here, sharing a meal with her in the quiet comfort of the lounge.

His calm demeanour made Amelia feel more relaxed, despite her mood changing after letting him know about how she felt.

Every now and then, Amelia would glance at Noah, wondering how he always seemed so effortlessly charming.

"How’s the rose buldak?" Noah asked, looking at her over the rim of his glass as he took a sip of his cold cola.

Amelia paused, her cheeks still tinged with pink. "It’s good! Spicy, but not too much. I like it," she said, smiling shyly. "How’s the carbonara one?"

He gave a thumbs up, finishing his bite. "Delicious. The cheese mellows the heat a bit, but it’s still got that kick."

They continued eating, the warmth of the food matching the comfortable silence between them.

As they neared the end of their meal, Noah leaned back in his chair, satisfied. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, his eyes resting on Amelia for a moment longer than usual.

"You’ve got good taste," he said, his voice soft but genuine. "This was a great idea."

Amelia smiled a mix of happiness and lingering embarrassment on her face. "I’m glad you liked it."

Noah watched her for a moment, his eyes thoughtful.

In that moment, Noah felt something stir within him.

But he kept it to himself, letting the moment pass without thinking about it.

Instead, he smiled and said, "Ready for dessert? Or do you want to keep talking?"

Amelia blushed again, laughing softly. "Maybe both?"

"Both it is," Noah agreed, leaning back with a satisfied grin.

He pressed the bell once more, and soon the worker arrived at the door, this time familiar with the VIP service Noah had been getting.

"Can I get one slice of cheesecake and one slice of velvet cake, please?" Noah asked. "Make them small but filling. And, of course, two more colas."

The worker nodded with a smile. "Coming right up, sir."

As the door closed behind the worker, Amelia gave Noah a curious look. "Cheesecake and velvet cake? Interesting combo."

Noah chuckled. "Figured we could balance out the spiciness of the meal with something smooth and rich. Trust me, you’ll like it."

Amelia smiled, leaning back in her chair. "I do like cheesecake... And velvet cake isn’t bad either."

"See? Perfect choice." Noah grinned.

It didn’t take long before the dessert arrived. Two elegant slices—one creamy cheesecake and the other a rich velvet cake—were placed in front of them, alongside two fresh, ice-cold colas.

Noah handed Amelia the cheesecake slice with a wink. "For you, since you mentioned you liked cheesecake."

Amelia’s face softened with appreciation as she took the small plate. "Thank you."