Chapter 333: Chapter 331: To Her, Money Is Just a String of Numbers
Back on Earth, where she was born and raised.
Celeste Grant’s plan had been to take a little "vacation" and keep a low profile. She hadn’t wanted to reveal her status as a Cultivator so soon.
’Oh well. It makes no difference whether they find out sooner or later.’
Celeste’s home in this world was in Myriadsea Cloudscape. She owned a villa there on a sizable plot of land. It had gardens in the front and back, as well as a rooftop terrace.
Celeste had lived here before. While she couldn’t compare to the truly old-money, powerful families, as the city’s biggest rent collector, she wasn’t doing badly for herself.
She wasn’t a president or a CEO; in fact, she had the rather unflattering nickname of "the Landlady."
But the numbers in her bank account and the properties under her name were indeed immense.
The kind you couldn’t spend through in several lifetimes.
「That evening.」
Celeste Grant, dressed in red silk pajamas, leaned against her headboard.
She was looking at the phone in her hand.
Bored, she logged into WeChat and saw her notifications flashing nonstop.
She tapped it open and glanced through. Her inbox was flooded with well-wishes from all sorts of presidents, CEOs, and young entrepreneurs. Not only had they sent regards, but they had also sent red envelopes to congratulate her on being discharged from the hospital. Some even mentioned they had prepared gifts and would have them delivered another day.
This didn’t surprise Celeste in the slightest. After all, she held all sorts of connections in her hands, and there was no shortage of people who wanted to get on her good side.
Alright, to be honest, aside from a few like President Warren and President Lawson, most of them barely registered on her radar.
President Warren #1: "Miss Grant, I heard you were discharged. Congratulations!"
President Lawson #2: "I ran into Lawyer Warren today and heard you’ve woken up, Miss Grant. Congratulations! We must get together when you have time."
President Jacobs #3: "Congratulations on your recovery, Miss Grant."
President Hughes #4: "Miss Landlady, congratulations! Wishing you peace and good health from now on..."
Below these were a ton of other well-wishes.
To make sure she didn’t mix them up, she had assigned a number to each of these presidents and CEOs.
She tapped open the messages from the ones she’d met and remembered, looking through them one by one.
’Looks like their sources are pretty good.’
These were all people of status and standing—presidents that many people would never even get a chance to meet.
Celeste’s WeChat was full of the kind of presidents and CEOs you only read about in novels. So, if a domineering president worth over a hundred million were to fall for her, just like in a story, Celeste would be completely unfazed. She had simply seen far too many of them.
They ranged from men decades older than her to young guys just starting their own businesses.
Celeste felt that novels were full of lies.
In the books, they were all ridiculously handsome—tall, long-legged, and sporting eight-pack abs. In reality, eight out of ten of the presidents and CEOs she knew were plain-looking, if not overweight. Only a few of the younger ones were easy on the eyes.
Not that she felt anything for them. Maybe she was just jaded.
They were all clients who rented space in her commercial buildings. Those who could afford an entire floor were worth at least tens of millions, and those who could afford two were worth over a hundred million. Many of them were formidable entrepreneurs in her city.
Most were in the online gaming and internet industries.
She remembered that President Lawson was quite a big shot. He had once wanted to buy one of her buildings, but Celeste had refused. After all, she wasn’t short on cash. In the end, he chose another location.
Too many people were sending her greetings. Among them were a few messages from successful, talented young men, whose words hinted at wanting to ask her out.
Celeste knew that welcoming her home was just a pretense. Their intentions lay elsewhere. She understood what they were after, but unfortunately for them, she was destined to never give them a chance.
Before, she hadn’t been interested because she was afraid of predators marrying her just to inherit her wealth. As for now, it was even more out of the question. Regardless of how sincere they might be, Celeste had already found the best one during her trip to the Cultivation World.
The abs on her Archfiend were much better to touch. And that face of his... Celeste had to admit, after seeing Javier Sinclair’s face, every other man looked utterly unremarkable.
Looking at all these messages, she couldn’t be bothered to reply to them one by one.
So, she posted a message directly in the group chat she had created.
@Everyone "Thank you for your concern, bosses! I’ve fully recovered. To celebrate cheating death and returning from the hospital, rent for the second half of the year will be halved."
The moment her message went out,
it blew up the chat.
"Whoa... that’s amazing! I’m in the startup phase and strapped for cash. Sis, you’re my savior!"
"Thank you, Miss Grant."
"Miss Grant, you’re too generous!"
"Boss Lady, are you looking for a lackey? Pick me, pick me!"
Celeste smiled.
’These people are actually pretty funny.’
But she couldn’t blame them for being so excited.
@Everyone: "That’s all for now. I wish all you bosses booming business."
"Thank you, Miss Grant."
"So generous of you, Miss Landlady!"
"Thanks, Miss Grant! Let’s all get rich together."
"Thank you, Boss Lady!"
To Celeste, money was just a string of numbers. In this world, she had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth and had never once worried about finances. She even donated over a hundred million every year to various charities.
The poorest she had ever been was when she first crossed over to the Cultivation World, back when she had no Spirit Root and couldn’t practice Cultivation.
She was truly destitute back then, with no more than twenty Spirit Stones to her name—the modern equivalent of having only a few hundred dollars. Fortunately, she later embarked on the path of Cultivation and even led the Demonic Sects to amass enough Cultivation Resources to last several hundred years.
And so, she became the richest woman in the Cultivation World.
Just as she was about to put her phone down and go to sleep, a message came in from Nana.
"Boss Lady, you wanna devour some crayfish? SLURP."
"Just say the word, and this old servant will bring them to you without a moment’s rest."
In truth, Celeste wasn’t hungry. As a Cultivator, she had long since achieved a state of Fasting. But... crayfish? Who could possibly resist?
She immediately replied.
"Extra numbing and extra spicy, braised in soy sauce. And don’t forget the scallions."
Nana: "You got it! I knew you’d be craving it, Boss Lady. Just wait a bit. This old servant is on her way to that restaurant you always used to go to."
Celeste replied: "Okay."
Celeste had been ready for bed, but now the thought of crayfish had her mouth watering.
She leaned against the headboard, idly scrolling through videos on her phone.
「About ten minutes later.」
Nana arrived.
There was a knock on her bedroom door.
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Boss Lady, are you asleep? Time to get up and devour some crayfish! They’re piping hot, just how you like them—extra numbing and extra spicy. They’re perfect!"
Celeste looked up toward the door. "Coming," she said.
She casually placed her phone on the pillow, got up, slipped on her slippers, and went to open the door.
Standing there at her bedroom door was Nana Warren.
"Boss Lady, please."
The corner of Celeste’s mouth twitched.
’But I have to say,’ she thought, ’Nana really knows me best.’
’Maybe I should just have her work for me for the next few thousand years?’
