Neurolink System in the Modern World

"We're dining in Park Hyatt Hotel?" she asked, her gaze falling on the tall building in the distance.

"Yeah, I heard that the food is great there," I chuckled.

"You haven't eaten there yet?" she asked, curiosity lacing her voice. It seemed she found it surprising that someone as  wealthy as me hadn't dined at such a place.

I made a quick recovery to save face.

"I'm what you call a self-made businessman," I replied.

"Oh, so you didn't come from an affluent family? I thought you did, given how you carry yourself," she remarked.

"What do you mean ?" I asked .

"Don't be offended, but my first impression of you was that of a rich brat," she giggled, attempting to lighten the mood.

"No offense taken," I replied with a forced laugh.

As I drove my car toward the hotel restaurant, a valet was already waiting. He greeted us and asked for my key.

"Don't scratch it," I used suggestion to ensure that he would take the utmost care in handling my car.

I might not be a car enthusiast, but I had already fallen in love with this vehicle. I named it "White Fang" because of my deep affection for it. Just hearing the name "White Fang" demonstrated the effort I put into selecting a name for it.

I also plan to buy another sports car in the future and name it "Dark Knight"

After ensuring that "White Fang" is safe, I did what any gentleman would do: I opened the car door for her and offered my assistance. I noticed the smoothness of her hands. Girls like her certainly took good care of their appearance, right down to their hands.

I couldn't deny that her smooth hands were a great bonus, and I really liked it. Just the thought of her hands stroking my dick excited me.

"Welcome to Park Hyatt," greeted the bellboys as they bowed their heads. They seemed accustomed to serving wealthy patrons and wore calm expressions.

We simply nodded and continued to walk inside.

The restaurant I had chosen was the The Timber house . There were other luxurious restaurants in the hotel, but I selected this one because it was surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, offering splendid views of the city and creating an amazing romantic setting.

As we entered, a warm, dimly lit ambiance enveloped us, creating an intimate atmosphere.

A talented pianist played beautiful melodies, adding to the enchanting ambiance. The restaurant featured a well-stocked bar, perfect for those seeking a drink to complement their meal. The overall setting exuded a romantic aura, making it an ideal choice for our evening.

The sight of the pianist playing sparked an idea in my mind - I should learn to play a musical instrument. While my focus was currently on gaining strength and abilities, I realized that acquiring a musical skill could prove valuable in the future. Plus, it would serve as a much-needed hobby to help maintain my sanity .

"Your table is this way, sir," a waitress greeted us with a warm smile, having confirmed my identity.

Having made prior reservations, we were sure to secure a table positioned near the large windows. From there, we could enjoy a breathtaking view of the city while we engaged in conversation, adding to the charm of the evening.

With a gentlemanly gesture, I pulled out a chair for Elaine, allowing her to sit down gracefully. As we settled in, the menus were handed to us.

Elaine opted for some light meals, showing a conscious effort to watch her food intake. In contrast, I couldn't resist the temptation and ordered a mouthwatering Wagyu beef steak. My taste buds were yearning for it.

"So, Elaine, tell me more about yourself. What do you do when you're not selling luxury cars?"  I decided to strike up a conversation.

She smiled politely but didn't seem too eager to share. "I lead a fairly simple life, nothing too exciting. I enjoy reading and spending time with my family."

"Sounds nice," I replied, trying to keep the conversation going. "Any hobbies or interests you're particularly passionate about?"

She hesitated for a moment, her gaze drifting away. "Well, I do have a few interests, but they're not something I discuss openly."

I could sense that something was bothering her. It couldn't be me, as she wouldn't have agreed to meet if she had a dislike for me.

I took a sip of my wine and pondered ways to make her open up more about herself.

RING ! RING ! RING

However, before I could even start the conversation, her phone rang. She retrieved it from her bag, and her expression shifted after seeing the caller's name.

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"I'm sorry, I have to take this call," she apologized, hastily rising from her seat.

"What the hell," I couldn't help but curse inwardly. I thought I was quite the charmer, but it seems I'm quite not there yet when I can't use my suggestion. Mature men are really different compared to innocent high school girls like Ayumi.

"Waitress ," I raised my hand and called the attention of one of the female staff members. She promptly approached me with a respectful smile.

"What is it, sir?" she inquired.

"You're mine now," I declared, activating my suggestion, and then I utilized Mind Link to take control over her body.

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"Why are you still bothering me?" Elaine's hushed voice couldn't hide her frustration. I used the waitress body to eavesdrop on her conversation.

I needed to understand what had been bothering her all this time. The system had given me this mission for a reason, and I was determined to uncover the truth behind it.

"What? No, I don't want to tell you where I am," she started protesting.

"I don't care if you'll make my life miserable. I've had enough of you. I'm not afraid of you," she continued, her voice growing more frustrated.

I think she was talking to her ex. It seemed like the most likely explanation for this dramatic conversation.

"What do you mean you would beat him too? You don't have the right to do that. We broke up already, so I'm free to meet whoever I want," she insisted.

'Hey, can't you save the drama for later? I'm here for attribute points, not to be a part of your soap opera.' I sighed to myself .

"I hate you! Don't call me ever again!" she cursed out loud and drop the call.