World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

We ended the call, and I took a deep breath.

Sam hired security for my family? And for our friends too...

The only reason for that that I could come up with is that Sam received some sort of threat.

I need to get back to Gainesville immediately.

I quickly dialed the number for the private flight agency I\'d used a few times before. It was my go-to service whenever I needed to fly between Gainesville and Boston on short notice.

After a couple of rings, a woman answered with a calm, professional tone.

"Good evening. Thank you for calling Elite Air Services. How may I assist you today?"

"Hi, this is Jack Somnus. I\'ve flown with you before, and I need to arrange a private flight out of Hong Kong as soon as possible."

"Mr. Somnus, of course! We\'re familiar with your account. How can we assist you this evening?"

"I need to get from Hong Kong to Gainesville. Are there any private jets available that can make an intercontinental flight like that?"

"Let me check for you, Mr. Somnus," she said. There was a brief pause as I heard her typing in the background. "Yes, we have jets stationed in Hong Kong ready for intercontinental service."

"Great. How quickly can one be prepared to leave?"

"We would need to secure the necessary flight permits, but we can most likely have everything ready within twelve hours, sir."

"Let\'s get that arranged. I need the flight as soon as possible. Cost isn\'t an issue."

"Understood, Mr. Somnus. The estimated cost for this flight will be $94,000. We\'ll do everything we can to expedite the process and have the jet ready for departure as soon as possible."

"Thank you. I appreciate your help."

"Of course, Mr. Somnus. We\'ll call you back as soon as we have the confirmed departure time," she replied smoothly.

"I\'ll be waiting," I said before ending the call.

Just a minute later, the taxi slowed down, pulling into a quiet spot on the street.

The driver, an older Chinese man with a kind face, turned slightly, "Sir… we here."

His heavy Chinese accent made the words sound almost foreign, but I understood. I reached into my pocket, pulled out some cash, and handed it to him.

"Thank you," I said, stepping out of the taxi.

He nodded and gave a small smile, "Thank you, sir."

I looked around.

This was Sheung Wan, a district known for its mix of old and new—traditional markets sitting side by side with modern office buildings.

When I arrived at the building, the agent was already waiting for me in the lobby. He was an older Chinese man, slightly overweight, dressed in a gray suit that looked a bit too tight around the waist. His dark hair was neatly combed back, and he had a friendly smile.

"Mr. Somnus, welcome. My name is Zhang Yimo," he greeted me in perfect English, extending his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Zhang," I replied, shaking his hand firmly. "Shall we take a look at the property?"

"Of course, follow me," Mr. Zhang said, leading me to the elevators. As we ascended to the tenth floor, he began to describe the building. "The property consists of ten floors, from 10th to 19th floor, each floor is 7,922 square feet, totaling 79,220 square feet. It\'s a prime location, Mr. Somnus.

Sheung Wan is rapidly developing, and many international companies are moving their offices here."

We stepped out of the elevator onto the tenth floor. The space was open and modern, with large windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city.

The office floors were in excellent condition, with high ceilings and plenty of natural light.

"The companies around here include Hong Kong\'s main hub for digital finance, and many tech startups are choosing Sheung Wan lately," Mr. Zhang continued as we walked through the space.

"There are some financial giants here too: Dah Sing Bank, Wing Lung Bank. With the way this district is growing, property values are expected to rise significantly in the next few years."

I could see the potential.

I stood by the glass windows and looked down at the huge city below.

The sun has already started to set, and the golden glow engulfed the glittering skyscrapers that towered over older buildings.

It was a city in transition.

\'This view makes me realise how far I have come, but also how far I am from being one of the wealthiest. I could barely buy a few buildings here If I spend everything I have...\' I thought.

"The asking price is $39,700,000. Mr. Somnus."

"I\'ve decided," I said, turning to Mr. Zhang. "I\'m going to purchase these floors."

"Excellent choice, Mr. Somnus," Mr. Zhang replied with a satisfied nod. "Let\'s go through the formalities, and we can finalize everything."

We quickly handled the paperwork, and I transferred the necessary funds.

For now, I planned to rent out the space. If Immortal Investments ever needed more room, they could easily buy it from me, making it a win-win situation.

Or not they actually... more like We could buy it from me...

After everything was finalized, I stepped outside the building.

It was dark outside.

I pulled out my phone and called Raegan. He answered after a couple of rings.

"Hey, Jack. What\'s up?"

"I wanted to talk to you about tomorrow\'s meeting. I might need to join remotely."

"Remotely? Why?" Raegan sounded concerned.

"Something\'s come up, and I need to return to the U.S. immediately. I\'m arranging a private flight out of Hong Kong tonight."

"Is everything alright?"

"There\'s been an accident involving someone close to me," I explained.

"I understand. Do what you need to do. We\'ll manage things here."

With that, I hung up the phone and hailed a cab back to the hotel.

An hour later, I got a call from Elite Air Services. The flight was set for 9 hours from now.

I couldn\'t really sleep so it wasn\'t long before I was on my way to the airport

I took a nap sitting on the airport and a few hours later I was boarding the private jet.

The captain and his crew met me at the jet\'s door.

There were two very cute flight attendants dressed in deep, rich blue uniforms that were slightly more revealing than what you\'d see on a regular flight—tight skirts that hugged their waists and blouses with a hint of cleavage.

The floor of the jet was nicely carpeted.

I sat down on an ultra-cushy leather seat fit for a king.

The jet taxied to the runway, and soon we were airborne, leaving the lights of Hong Kong behind as we headed to the U.S.

One of the flight attendants, a tall brunette, came up to me with a warm smile. "Good evening, Mr. Somnus, can I offer you some food or perhaps a drink to start your flight?"

I glanced at her black thigh-highs and black stiletto pumps and at her perfectly styled hair designed to catch the eye. "I\'m only 19."

She waved her hand dismissively, still smiling. "Don\'t worry, sir. We\'re not under U.S. jurisdiction right now. I can get you whatever you like."

"In that case, I\'d like some semi-sweet wine, please."

"Of course, I\'ll bring that right out for you."

A few minutes later, she returned with a glass of wine.

The flight attendant hovered nearby, ready to assist with anything else I might need.

"Would you like a cozy blanket or maybe some snacks?" the other flight attendant, a slim blonde, asked me.

"Sure, a blanket would be great. I haven\'t slept for quite some time because of this sudden flight."

She quickly brought over a soft blanket and gently draped it over my legs.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" she asked, her eyes meeting mine.

"No, this is perfect."

She nodded and moved back to her station, leaving me to enjoy the wine as I leaned back in the seat, staring out the window at the dark sky.