After Five Years of Flattery, Back to Being a Rich Young Master

"Madeline, he actually showed up."

"Isn't William Jones delusional? He must really think you'd accept his proposal today."

"Look at him in that costume. He looks like a buffoon."

"If you don't have a mirror, at least, you have some urine to check what you look like."

...

In the bustling pub, Madeline Whitman basked in the center of attention.

Her wine glass was swirling elegantly as she shot me a contemptuous glance.

"William, you're so hideous."

I remained silent, pulling the hood of my costume over my head.

I had just sealed a deal when her message arrived tonight.

For five long years, I had shadowed Madeline, nurturing my own strength in the shadows.

I had been her lapdog, but all that was about to change.

I adjusted my doll outfit and began dancing awkwardly in front of them, my movements stiff.

Actually, I was not much of a dancer, but this was Madeline's demand.

I finished the dance under everyone's astonished gaze.

I was nearly suffocating in the heavy costume.

As I removed the hood, a mechanical voice resonated in my mind.

"Your mission is complete.

"Congratulations on completing ninety-nine tasks. One hundred thousand points can be exchanged for a Resurrection Pill.

"Would you like to exchange it?"

Under the system's inquiry, I tossed the hood to the ground.

Nodding resolutely, I answered, "Exchange."

"Points reset to zero. Mission complete. Unbinding.

"Have a pleasant evening."

A sharp pain pierced my head, signaling the end of my five-year humiliation.

Madeline glanced at me sidelong with a chill in her delicate features.

"William, crawl over here."

I furrowed my brow and stood firm.

Her voice turned furiously harsh.

"Are you deaf? I ordered you to crawl over here!"

The room fell silent, all eyes darting between us.

I looked at Madeline coldly, a sneer playing on my lips.

"Madeline, you're quite the shameless one."

Everyone in the room gaped at me in surprise.

For five years, everyone knew Madeline had a lapdog named William Jones.

They all knew me, yet all looked down on me.

Madeline's eyes turned icy, and she hurled her wine glass at me.

I sidestepped, the wine splattering on my trousers.

Countless similar incidents had occurred over the past five years.

But now, I was no longer the obedient William of those days.

I strode forward, glancing at the drinks on the table.

Madeline's taste was always extravagant; a single bottle of wine could cost tens of thousands of dollars.

I grabbed a few of the priciest ones and smashed them at her feet.

The bottles shattered, the crimson wine spilling across the floor.

Everyone was stunned into silence. Their hands were covering their mouths because they were afraid to speak.

Madeline was also startled, but she calmed down quickly.

She glared at her wine-soaked shoes and stained skirt. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

"William, how dare you?

"If you kneel down and lick this all clean, I might forgive you."

Her words eased the tense atmosphere in the room.

She lifted her chin, proud as a swan.

But what I loathed most was her arrogance.

I stepped closer to her with a slight smile.

"Madeline, the five-year game is over."