CEO Dominador Transmigra para o Livro? O Autor Nunca Gastou Dinheiro?

In the bustling metropolis, there lived a tycoon so wealthy he rivaled entire nations. His fortune had long exceeded all human means of calculation, and his bank card could only be held by a small country. Despite owning such vast empires, he had no heir—simply because this magnate was a phantom.

At this moment, atop a towering skyscraper soaring 20,000 meters high, Ye Xingchen was selecting his twenty-first billionth girlfriend.

“Hmph, this 500-billion contract? Not signing it might be better,” a man remarked leisurely, crossing his legs with an air of indifference as his gaze lingered on the striking woman opposite him.

The woman quickly urged, “Big shot Ye Xingchen, though this 500-billion contract might seem insignificant to you, it’s still a source of income—even if it’s small compared to your wealth.”

Ye Xingchen raised an eyebrow but remained utterly casual, replying without concern, “Fine, signing or not doesn’t really matter to me.”

He smiled faintly, teasing, “I’m only agreeing because of your stunning beauty, so you’d better cherish this opportunity, miss.”

Having settled this matter, Ye Xingchen strode down the stairs with steady steps. His driver had already parked the car below, everything ready for departure.

As Ye Xingchen settled into the car, preparing for the drive to the golf course, his eyes casually scanned the street and caught sight of a woman sitting outside a coffee shop. Her fingers danced rapidly over a keyboard, and before her was only a cup of plain water.

Curious, Ye Xingchen asked the driver,