Before George could finish speaking, Michelle had already covered her mouth in shock. The expressions of those around her mirrored her disbelief.


    It had to be a joke. Rolling two dice could yield a maximum number of 12, which meant potentially buying 12 vis. If that were the case, Michelle would earn so much inmissions that she could kick back and rx.


    Even though the probability of rolling a 12 was exceedingly low, it didn''t matter; the smallest number was two, meaning she would still be making a huge profit. The crowd slowly began to realize that Michelle''s sess was not merely luck. Clearly, someone powerful was supporting her.


    Even the sales manager and several members of the management team rushed out, as themotion was too great to ignore. At that moment, George had already tossed the two dice onto the ground. After rolling around, they came to a stop, prompting everyone to gasp.


    "Wow, it''s 12! Why didn''t I have this luck when I was gambling?" George muttered, then turned his gaze to Michelle.


    "ording to the agreement I made before I came here, I''m not buying any houses if the number shows 12."


    What? George''s statement was music to the ears of Julia''s two friends. They were genuinely relieved.


    If Michelle sold 15 vis in a single day, it would be tantamount to selling off almost all the remaining vis at New Glory, which would have significant repercussions. The two of them would undoubtedly face serious trouble.


    It now seemed that George was merely talking big, possibly teasing Michelle. With friends, there would always be enemies. No one could have infinite luck.


    However, George''s next words left them utterly stunned. "I''m buying yourpany. You''ll be the general manager, and I''ll offer you the highest annual sry. Isn''t that more interesting than selling houses?"


    Felix had spoken up and finally made a request. Hence, George was determined to impress him.


    Just when they thought George was just boasting, a chorus of greetings echoed through the


    room.


    ""Mr. Dawson!"


    "Hello, Mr. Dawson!" Chapter 365


    An overweight man hurried in, making his way to George''s side. From the titles being thrown around, it was clear he was the president of the real estatepany where Michelle worked. Shawn Dawson, the president, had been waiting outside. He could have left immediately if the dice hadn''t rolled a 12. However, since it did, he had toe in.


    "Mr. Zimmerman," the man greeted him.


    George nodded in acknowledgment. "I''m buying yourpany. You don''t have any objections, right?"


    Upon hearing that, Shawn quickly stered on a sycophantic smile. "Mr. Zimmerman, how could I object? You buying mypany would be the greatest blessing to me!"


    George''s generosity was legendary. He was offering three times the market price for the acquisition. It was a deal that felt surreal.


    "Before my team arrives, make sure Michelle takes over as general manager. That''s settled,


    George directed.


    With that, George turned and walked away as if buying a real estatepany was as mundane as purchasing a pack of cigarettes. "Congrattions, Ms. Smith!"


    "Michelle-No, Ms. General Manager, I always knew you were exceptional!"


    In the face of congrattory remarks and ttery, Michelle remained lost in shock, unable to fullyprehend the situation. Meanwhile, Julia''s two colleagues slipped away with pale faces.


    They nned to leave the city. If they stayed any longer, their downfall would be swift and certain with Michelle''s current status and connections.


    As night fell, thergest stadium in Canraville was packed to the brim. Not only was the ground floor full, but even the surrounding stands were overflowing with fans. Various light signs disying Dreamscape''s name illuminated the venue, showcasing the fervor of her fans.