Apocalypse Rebirth: Making Billions With My Fortune-Telling Skill

​There was no problem calling out a massive amount, but she didn’t want to burden him to the point where he wouldn’t be able to afford her future readings. Yet, she couldn’t call an amount that was too small, either. Quality demands a premium.

​Suddenly, she clasped her hands together with a sharp clap, and he flinched out of his worried thoughts.

​”Okay, I’ve decided,” April said. ”Since it’s a first sale, I’ll give you a fifty percent discount. So, five hundred.”

​Alexander’s eyes widened. ”Five hundred... Million?”

​”If it’s five hundred million with a discount, then the initial price is a billion?” Alexander asked, shocked. Even Samuel, standing a few paces away, widened his eyes. That was an astronomical sum of money.

​”Yes, it’s super expensive, but I doubt it’s as expensive as your grandfather’s net worth over there,” she explained smoothly. ”It’s a cure to all diseases and all toxins. It’s meant to be expensive, or else it would look suspicious.”

​Alexander rubbed his hand over his chin. Yes, that makes sense. Everything she says makes sense.

​”Then... Can I pay in installments?” he asked hesitantly.

​April shook her head. ”Denied.”

​Alexander gasped. If she refused installments, how was he going to pay her right now?

​”Please understand, Miss April, I’m not with my other checkbook. This one here doesn’t have a limit up to five hundred million,” he tried to explain, looking increasingly anxious. ”I promise I’ll definitely pay it, I—”

​April dropped a hand on his shoulder, and he instantly went silent.

​”That’s not what I meant,” she said. ”You are going to pay me the amount in full and not in installments, but not right now. First, you have to go fight your battle so you can get whatever checkbook you have that contains that ridiculous amount of money. So, go fight your battle first and then come back. Everyone loves a returning customer.”

​Alexander felt his heart flip for a second. He knew April was a money-grubbing woman and that she always calculated a gain in everything she did, but just now... it almost felt like she was telling him to come back because she didn’t want him to die out there. It deeply touched him.

​Of course, he was reading entirely too much into it. April simply wanted the full payment in one go because she didn’t want to have to visit the bank multiple times. It was incredibly tiring to stop by there and have to deal with that overly eager manager, you know?

​Suddenly, a crisp chime echoed in her mind, and a series of glowing text screens rolled out across her vision.

​[Congratulations, Host, Alexander Greels’ Trust Level Has Crossed 80%]

​—Slot 1: Xavier Reed

—Slot 2: Alexander Greels

—Slot 3: [Locked — Requires 80% Trust]

—Slot 4: [Locked — Requires 80% Trust]

​Reminder:The host will now automatically receive a prior warning if any individual included in the Client Tab is exposed to life-threatening danger within the next 24 hours, including the exact cause of the danger.

​April blinked in surprise as she read the prompt. Wow, what do you know? He trusts me to this extent now, even when I just billed him half a billion? Billionaires really do seem to be happy when they’re spending money. The thought made her do a little happy dance in her mind.

​”Alex boy,” Robert Greels called out, sitting up against the pillows. Alexander immediately turned his attention back to his grandfather. ”Who is that young lady?”

​Alexander cleared his throat, pulling himself together. ”Grandpa, this is Miss April. She’s... she’s a seer. A true master of foresight.”

​Robert raised a skeptical, grey eyebrow. ”A seer?”

As a long-time titan of commerce and a living legend in the business world, he had never believed in things like fortune-telling, shamanic prophecies, or supernatural readings.

His late wife, Alexander’s grandmother, however, did believe in them. She used to drag him along to readings so he had tagged along a few times, but he had always viewed it as mere entertainment.

​”A seer, you say?” Robert murmured, his voice gritty but stable.

​”Grandpa, she’s the real deal,” Alexander assured him earnestly, his voice full of conviction. ”It’s entirely thanks to her that I’ve escaped my uncle’s traps multiple times this week. And she is the one who figured out that you were being poisoned.”

​The mention of his own son made the old man’s expression instantly darken, a bitter, profoundly disappointed shadow crossing his face.

Robert sighed heavily. He had willingly drunk the tea Harvey had brought him for months, never suspecting it was a rare, untraceable poison designed to slowly kill him. The final stroke had been the culmination of it and he didn’t stop there, he poisoned him with more doses and bribed the doctors.

​Though Robert had been paralyzed and unconscious to the outside world, his mind had trapped him in a waking nightmare—he had heard it all.

He had heard the moments his own flesh and blood plotted to seize the company and orchestrate the death of his grandson, all because the mantle of leadership was never passed directly to him.

Harvey was even responsible for the tragic ’accident’ that killed Alexander’s parents, Louis and his wife, Sheila, hoping to take over back then. But Robert had been stubborn, clinging tightly to the empire until Alexander was old enough to take the reins after his father.

Harvey was way too ambitious and that ambition had made him a monster.

​A cold, fierce fire ignited in the old man’s eyes. Harvey will not get away with this.

​Turning his gaze back to April, Robert’s eyes softened considerably. ”What is your name, young lady?” He asked directly, even when Alexander had just introduced her.

​Strangely, April was quite soft when it came to the elderly. Dropping the cool, corporate business facade she usually wore with the billionaires, she felt a sudden warmth and fondness toward the old man who smiled warmly at her.

​”I’m April, Chairman Greels,” she said softly, offering a reassuring smile.

”April, this old man thanks you for your help.” He said, even going as far as bowing his head but she held his shoulder and stopped him.

”Please don’t bow.” She said, ”I took money to help so my conscience won’t let me rest if you bow your head to me.”

He nodded.

”I doubt what you were paid is enough to cover for what you have done for us. You have saved our family,” he said and Alexander proudly rubbed his index finger against his nose. ”We shall forever be indebted to you.”

Being indebted to me is enough. She thought. Don’t make it weird any more than it already is.