World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 122: Meeting With Alina

James made his way downstairs with Leslie clinging lazily to his arm.

When they got halfway, she stopped him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Remember, we can’t let my mom know yet," she said, before going back upstairs.

Janes smiled, shaking his head. He feels that he understands the reason why Leslie doesn’t want to let Patty know of their relationship yet, which is because she’s probably not yet used to the changes. But he feels that shouldn’t be enough to keep it a secret.

"I will give her a little some time to get used to everything," he muttered, as he continued walking downstairs.

When he reached the dining area, he saw Patty already setting down a few light dishes on the table — a bowl of creamy chicken soup, a plate of golden-brown toasted sandwiches, a small side of crispy fries, and a large pitcher of cold, fresh orange juice.

It was simple, but the sight alone made James’ stomach growl.

"Come sit, sweetheart," Patty said warmly, smiling at him.

James smiled back and took his usual seat at the head of the table.

Patty placed a bowl of soup in front of him, along with a sandwich cut neatly into halves.

"Eat up. You need to recover your strength," she teased lightly, winking at him.

James chuckled under his breath, picking up his spoon and diving in. And Patty took her seat beside him, watching him eat with a warm expression on her face

As expected, just like everything Patty makes, the soup was rich, creamy, and comforting.

James ate quietly, enjoying the meal and the warm atmosphere.

After he was done eating, James stood up, stretching slightly.

He picked up his empty plate and was about to take care of the dishes himself when Patty waved him off, stepping in his way.

"I’ll handle it, sweetheart," she said warmly, reaching for the plate in his hand.

James hesitated, frowning slightly. He hated leaving work for her when he could easily do it himself.

"But—" he started, only for Patty to give him that look — a firm but motherly smile that left no room for argument.

"Go rest, James," she said, with a final pat on his chest. "You’ve had a busy day."

James smiled helplessly and nodded. He leaned down and pressed a quick, grateful kiss to her cheek.

"Thanks, Patty," he murmured.

"You’re welcome, honey. Now go," she laughed softly, turning back to the dishes.

James left the dining area and quickly made his way upstairs.

As he climbed the stairs, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, tapping on Alina’s number.

The call went through immediately.

After the second ring, a bright, confident voice answered.

"Hello. This is Alina speaking. Who’s this?"

James smiled at the sound of her voice, already vibrant and energetic.

"Hello, Alina. It’s James," he replied smoothly.

There was a small pause, then a peal of laughter rang through the speaker.

"Ohh... My ticket to stardom! I thought you weren’t going to call," she teased, with a light and playful voice.

James chuckled.

"Oh, yeah. About what we talked about, I’ve gotten everything ready on my end," Alina said excitedly.

"I’ve been working nonstop. Got everything you asked for. Why don’t we meet at the same café?"

"Sure," James agreed. "I’ll be there in about twenty minutes."

"I’ll be waiting," Alina said, her voice brimming with energy.

"Trust me, James, you’re going to love what I’ve prepared. I poured my whole soul into this."

James smiled at the confidence in her tone.

"I’m sure you won’t disappoint," he said.

"You know it," Alina laughed lightly, and then the line went dead.

James ended the call and stepped into his room, and he couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to the plan.

He knew that the method he was using to bring down the McCullens was slow, inefficient even. But it was the best option available.

He had originally considered a more direct, aggressive method — like crashing Cullen Corp’s stock prices and buying them out quietly. But after some quick research, he realized Cullen Corp wasn’t a publicly traded company.

Which meant no stocks. No available backdoor buyouts and no available quick power plays for him.

To purchase the company’s shares, he would need the board and the shareholders’ approval. And James was aware that there was no chance in hell they would ever let an outsider like him in.

Especially with the shit going on in the company. They can’t afford to give an outsider the perfect opportunity to ruin them.

"Fucking McCullen family," James muttered to himself darkly.

"No wonder they didn’t go public. They had to keep all that drug money hidden from the feds."

Their whole family was rotten — from the tip of the iceberg down to the seafloor. And James wasn’t going to let them continue for long.

And Alina was going to be his key to starting that.

James grabbed the Chevrolet Trax key fob from the nightstand, slid his phone into his pocket, and made his way downstairs.

He stepped into the garage, unlocked the Trax with a soft beep, and slid behind the wheel.

As he drove toward the exit of the estate, the massive automated gate began to open smoothly.

But James slowed to a stop almost immediately when he saw a large enclosed truck idling just outside the gate.

A man in a familiar, sharp black-and-silver Mercedes-Benz uniform was standing nearby, glancing down at a clipboard.

James frowned slightly and put the car in park. He stepped out, curious.

The man straightened as James approached.

"Good morning, Mr. James," he said politely, offering a slight bow. "I’m Clinton, from Mercedes-Benz Beverly Hills. We’re here to deliver your cars."

James blinked, then nodded slowly as realization hit.

Right. The cars. He had almost forgotten about them with everything else going on.

Clinton smiled professionally, gesturing toward the large truck.

"We have all six vehicles ready. The paperwork and plates are inside each respective car. Would you like to review them now?"

James shook his head lightly.

"No, not right now," he said. "I’m heading somewhere urgent."

He glanced toward the house, where he knew Patty and Leslie would handle everything just fine.

"There are people inside who will attend to you," he said. "They’ll take care of the paperwork."

Clinton nodded crisply.

"Understood, sir."

James smiled faintly and clapped Clinton lightly on the shoulder before heading back to the Trax.

He pulled smoothly out of the driveway, giving the enclosed truck a wide berth, and drove down the clean, sunlit street.

***

The drive to the café was short and calm, with James’ mind was focused sharply on the meeting ahead.

He knew that if everything went well today, they would officially be stepping onto the first stone that would eventually lead to the complete fall of the McCullens.

James’ hand tightened slightly around the steering wheel.

He wasn’t nervous. No, he was hungry. Hungry for revenge. Hungry to see Brian completely lose everything he has.

Hungry to crush every single person who had wronged him, wronged his family, wronged those he cared about.

It might sound even and hypocritical of him, considering how their positions are switching, but James has already made up mind to become a devil if need be. Because there’s no way that he will forgive Brian for that insult against Patty and Leslie.

As he turned into the familiar street near the café, he spotted the establishment immediately— a small, cozy corner café with white brick walls and blooming flowerpots hanging from the windows.

James parked the car neatly along the curb, cut the engine, and stepped out of the car, and made his way toward the entrance.

As he pushed open the door, the soft chime of the bell above the door announced his arrival.

The inside was exactly the same — cozy wooden tables, warm yellow lights, the faint scent of fresh pastries and brewing coffee.

And sitting at one of the back tables, waving at him enthusiastically, was Alina.

She was dressed casually — skinny jeans, a white crop top, a dark leather jacket thrown loosely over her shoulders, with a laptop on the table.

James smiled faintly as he made his way toward her, feeling a quiet sense of anticipation of what’s to come.