Urban God of Rebate: Infinite Returns Of Women And Powers

[Author Note: Please read last Chapter again, i made some changes , thank you and also i have created an auxillary Chapter explaining how the rebate system works]

”I have a payment to make,” said Sean to the receptionist inside. ”On an account your company holds. I’m here to close it. In full. Today.”

The receptionist looked at him. Then at his suit. Then back at him.

”Do you have an appointment, sir?”

”I don’t need one,” said Sean. ”I’m here to close an account. In full. Today.”

The receptionist made a call. Five minutes later a man in his forties came out of a back office. He wore an expensive watch and had the kind of face that had never received bad news it didn’t engineer.

”Mr...?” said the man.

”Miller,” said Sean. ”I’m here to pay off an account your company holds. Full balance. Today.”

The man’s expression shifted. Fractionally. ”The account in question has a balance of two hundred and eighty-three thousand, four hundred dollars as of this morning.”

”Fine,” said Sean. ”Let’s call it two hundred and ninety to cover whatever it accumulates today. I want a full release of obligation. Documented. Signed. Delivered to both the original account holder and myself within the hour.”

The man looked at him with the particular expression of someone recalculating a situation they thought they had under control. ”Sir, this account is structured on a thirty-day resolution schedule. The current holder—”

”I’m not the current holder,” said Sean. ”I’m the person standing in front of you offering to pay two hundred and ninety thousand dollars in the next fifteen minutes. Is that something your company accepts or not?”

A pause.

”One moment,” said the man. He went back to his office.

Sean stood at the reception desk and waited. He pulled out his phone and checked his balance.

$723,480

After this payment: $433,480.

Still enough. And the system would double it back the moment the transaction processed.

His phone buzzed. But it wasn’t the usual notification sound. This one was different. Longer. Two tones instead of one.

Sean looked at the screen.

A new interface had appeared. One he hadn’t seen before.

[NEW SYSTEM FEATURE UNLOCKED]

[BIND TARGET MECHANIC ACTIVATED]

[The Supreme Rebate System has detected a qualifying individual in your network.]

[First Bind Target: Makima]

[Beauty Rating: 9.2 ✓ Qualifies for Binding]

[Current Favorability: 34 / 100]

[SYSTEM EXPLANATION: Bind high-beauty targets (rating 8.5 and above) to generate multiplied rebate returns when spending money on or for them.]

[Rebate Multiplier Tiers:]

[0-49 Favorability → 2x Rebate (current)]

[50-99 Favorability → 5x Rebate]

[100 Favorability → 10x Rebate]

[Favorability increases through acts of protection, generosity, and genuine connection.]

[Bind Makima? YES / NO]

Sean stared at the screen for a long moment.

He had been waiting for the system to reveal something like this. He knew from the moment the rebate mechanic started working that there had to be more underneath. The baseline double rebate was powerful on its own but it wasn’t the whole picture.

Now here it was.

He tapped YES.

[Makima — BOUND]

[Bind Target 1 of ??? active]

Sean tucked his phone away. The man came back out with a colleague.

”Mr. Miller,” said the senior man. ”I’m Martin Clarke, operations director. I understand you’re looking to settle an account.”

”Correct,” said Sean.

”That’s certainly an option,” said Clarke. His eyes were careful. Measuring. ”However I should let you know that early settlement of this particular account triggers a penalty clause. The full payoff amount including penalties would be—”

”Whatever the number is,” said Sean, ”I’ll pay it. Give me the final figure and your account details.”

Clarke looked at him for a long moment. ”Three hundred and ten thousand dollars,” he said. ”That covers the balance, interest to date, and early settlement penalties.”

He said it like he expected Sean to flinch.

Sean pulled out his phone. ”Account details.”

Clarke stared at him. Then he produced a business card with the company’s banking information.

Sean opened his banking app. Made the transfer. Three hundred and ten thousand dollars.

Sent.

He turned the phone screen around so Clarke could see the confirmation.

Clarke’s face was completely unreadable now. Like a man who had just watched a chess piece move in a way he hadn’t anticipated.

”I’ll need the full release of obligation documents,” said Sean. ”Both originals. One for the original account holder. One for me. Within the hour. And I want written confirmation that this account is fully closed. No further communication with the account holder or any member of their family. That’s a condition of this payment.”

”That’s... not standard practice,” said Clarke carefully.

”Make it standard today,” said Sean. ”Or I’ll wire the money back and we can discuss why your penalty clause wouldn’t survive a legal challenge by a competent attorney.”

Clarke held his gaze for three seconds. Then: ”Give us thirty minutes.”

His phone buzzed.

[310,000 dollars sent]

[Balance: $413,480]

[620,000 dollars received]

[New Balance: $1,033,480]

Sean looked at the number.

$1,033,480

He had just crossed a million dollars.

By paying off someone else’s debt.

He almost smiled.

Forty minutes later he walked out of Crestline Financial Solutions with two original copies of the full debt release. Signed. Stamped. Legally binding.

He got back in the Rolls Royce.

”Back to the apartment building?” said James.

”Not yet,” said Sean. ”Take me somewhere I can sit and think. Somewhere quiet.”

”There’s a hotel lobby nearby. The Meridian. They have a lounge that’s usually empty mid-afternoon.”

”Perfect,” said Sean.

They drove in silence for a few minutes. Sean looked out the window at the city moving past.

He had paid off the debt. That was the easy part.

But he knew Victor Hale. Not personally. But he knew the type. A man who had spent months engineering this situation wasn’t going to walk away just because the debt was paid. If anything, having a young man show up and eliminate his leverage in one afternoon was going to make Victor Hale angry.

And an angry man with connections to higher-ups who was used to getting what he wanted was a dangerous problem.