I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 180

“Lady Liu, here are the final M&A contract documents.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem. Have it handle it with number four.”

“We urgently received a request for an increase in investment from Shanghai Logistics. It seems like they’re being pressured by rival factions.”

“Useless bunch. Pull out all the investments; they’ll have to grovel back to the CEO and the board after I get rid of them.”

“Yes.”

“We’ve received another request for support regarding the domestic fighter jet development from the Indian government…”

“Damn it. Are they bringing this to me knowing it’s the fourth time? Which idiot is in charge here?”

“That would be me. I will rectify it immediately!”

“Number four, was it? The M&A documents will be handled by number five, and you better keep your head down. That clueless fool too.”

“Got it!”

Romance Academy, the base of the Rich Tycoon, Liu Yan.

The size of this office is small and the capacity for staff is limited compared to what was previously used, but it was still packed with dozens of people working non-stop.

Having the largest cash reserves in the world and astronomical wealth surpassing that of minor countries when combining liquid and non-liquid assets, the Rich Tycoon isn’t sitting at the helm of a company or as the chairman of a corporate board.

Although they own a few subsidiaries, they’re just ghost companies for mergers and acquisitions, and Liu Yan holds the official title of “Professional Investor.”

And yet, she was the number one tycoon in the world.

Holding stocks in countless companies, determining their rise and fall, intervening in state-level projects, and profiting from efforts beyond simple expenditure, her influence spreads far and wide.

Barely in her early twenties. This self-made billionaire, so young, maintained a stoic expression while handling a multitude of tasks.

“…Tsk.”

Even now, investment requests from around the globe inundate her, with countless allies and adversaries alike trying to catch her attention.

And all matters must go through Liu Yan.

This is a sign of her severe paranoia, pride in her own abilities, and at the same time, arrogance.

With a mountain of documents and endless calls piling up, Liu clicked her tongue as she efficiently processed everything using her job skill, Eye for Wealth.

It’s not hard at all to sort through the tasks. With the Eye for Wealth skill, she simply selects and approves only those that shine golden.

The shady scammers with their dark allure are dealt with adequately, while mundane matters are completely ignored.

While surveying the aides waiting for her approval, the moment she sees even a hint of darkness in the Eye for Wealth, she immediately gives orders to take care of it.

In a way, it’s quite abnormal—everything is left entirely to Liu Yan.

Kim Woo-sung, standing by her side, found it all quite exasperating.

“This is… unexpected.”

“I’m already displeased, so you better keep your mouth shut.”

“Well, unfortunately, this comes from the fortune teller that our junior really admires.”

“…Tsk.”

Clicking her tongue again, Liu finalized the documents and shot a sidelong glance.

To her side was a man wearing a smile that seemed all too familiar, standing like a secretary.

Kim Woo-sung, a second-year student at Romance Academy and a member of the collateral royal family.

He was practically ruling over the second-year class and, while relatively competent among the collateral royals, he certainly had his fair share of connections.

However, Liu found Woo-sung detestable, primarily for having hurt Namgoong Min.

‘…Damn it.’

Even realizing it was acting, the sight of Namgoong Min collapsing from an arrow wound almost resurfaced a trauma.

The image of the kidnapped Namgoong Min, her helplessness, the betrayed aides, the swirling sword, and Namgoong Min bleeding out…

Clenching her lips hard enough to draw blood, Liu scowled.

“So, what is it? Spit it out and get lost.”

Personally, she found Kim Woo-sung incredibly unappealing… but as long as he was a boon to Namgoong Min, she couldn’t just dismiss him outright.

Unless Woo-sung outlived his usefulness or foolishly betrayed her…

Glaring at Woo-sung with eyes filled with malignant hatred, he flinched momentarily before gathering his composure to speak.

“Ahem, anyway, Namgoong Min wanted to convey his message… ‘Help discreetly.’ That’s all.”

“…Help discreetly?”

“I don’t exactly know what it means either. But…”

“But?”

“He wanted the same message relayed to everyone in the Special Class.”

“……Is that so?”

For a moment, she felt a tinge of disappointment realizing it wasn’t just meant for her.

But it didn’t change the fact that Namgoong Min had left those words believing in her.

‘Help discreetly…’

While mulling over Namgoong Min’s request, Liu waved her hand casually, issuing an order.

After all, despite her tender age, humble origins, and lack of combat prowess, isn’t it expected to heed the words of a billionaire with immense wealth capable of influencing the Daehan Empire?

Even if Kim Woo-sung had once built a faction as a representative of the collateral royal family before he faced punishment from Kim Sung-il and Kim Eun-ha, in the present context, the hierarchy was decidedly clear.

Quickly bowing at a 90-degree angle, Kim Woo-sung hurriedly exited the base.

And immediately after.

“Uh, Lady Liu.”

“…You interrupted my contemplation, so you better have a worthwhile report.”

“Of course! Here are the funds your lover used in the Vatican—”

“Hand it over now.”

Swoosh!

Roughly snatching the documents from her aide, Liu began to read intensely, one letter at a time.

Finally, upon reaching the transaction of 1 billion dollars originally meant for that pig McLaren, she couldn’t help but burst out.

“Ha, haha.”

“…? Lady Liu?”

“Hahahahahaha! So that’s what you were thinking…! Naturally, I should help! Then, who’s your boyfriend? Hah… everyone, assemble.”

“”””Assemble!!!””””

“How much cash is currently available? No, forget that. Just prepare everything. All investments go back to blank.”

“Understood. Where should we send the cash?”

“That’s obvious.”

Wearing a fortune-teller’s smile, the tycoon’s face lit up.

“All to my boyfriend.”

“”””Hell yeah!””””