Chapter 252 Shameless Scoundrel
Jaxon was a real piece of work, a lowlife who got a kick out of his own sleaziness. He even made a fake WhatsApp profile, using some girl's picture to lure in suckers.
His phone pinged – five billion in-game coins, transferred. Jaxon grinned, thinking, 'What a sucker! If only they were all this easy, I'd be rolling in dough.'
A message popped up, dripping with desperation. [Fuck! Why did you scam me?]
Jaxon could almost feel the rage in those words, the helpless anger of someone who knew they'd been had. If they ever met in person, he'd probably get his face rearranged. But online, he was untouchable, and he felt nothing but twisted amusement.
Guilt? Never heard of it. He typed back, sarcasm oozing from his fingers.[I'm begging you, I worked hard for a month to save up those five billion. I need it to make money. Please give it back!] The poor sap actually thought begging would work. Jaxon had no plans to delete the contact just yet. This was too much fun.
[Five billion game coins. That's, what, like, $1,500? Your life must be pretty sad.] Jaxon typed back, pretending to care.
The sucker, sensing a chance, launched into a sob story, hoping to tug at Jaxon's nonexistent heartstrings. Jaxon read his messages, barely hiding his amusement, before dropping a final, humiliating comment and deleting the contact. He was scum, a shameless predator, and yet, in this messed-up game of life, it was often the scum who floated to the top.
"Hey Jaxon," a sultry voice purred behind him. It was one of the café attendants, a pretty girl with eyes full of admiration. "How much did you rake in this time?"
"Not much today," he said with a shrug, loving the attention. "Just a quick $1,500. Took about ten minutes."
"Ten minutes!" she gasped. "That's half my monthly salary!" The attendants at ByteBlast Lounge were paid pretty well, their $3,000 wage including room and board. But even that seemed like peanuts compared to Jaxon's dirty money.
"Seriously," Jaxon drawled, leaning back in his chair. "Working for a living is for suckers. Why don't you ditch this place and come work for me? I'll show you how to make some real money."
"You flatter me." she giggled, flustered, and went back to her station.
Jaxon watched her go, his eyes lingering on her swaying hips. Easy, but not his type. 'Café girls, factory girls, waitresses...' he thought to himself. 'They're all the same. Too easy. Where's the challenge?'
His phone buzzed. One of eight, each one a tool in his elaborate web of scams. He used them to churn through online loan applications, exploiting every loophole and playing the system like a pro. He frowned at the unfamiliar number.
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