World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 133: Officially A Member Of Bel Air Country Club

As James drove through the winding roads of Beverly Hills, the soft sound of the Lexus LS500’s engine created a calming ambiance in the otherwise quiet night.

The streetlamps cast gentle halos on the pavement, painting golden arcs on the hood of his car.

The digital dashboard glowed softly, displaying the numbers smooth and clean.

James felt good — tired, yes, but satisfied. The week has been very productive. After he came back from Cook Islands, everything was moving according to plan.

The following moment, his phone began to ring.

A quick glance at the center console screen showed an unknown number lighting up the screen.

His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. With a flick of his finger, he answered the call through the car’s hands-free system.

"Hello, Mr. Zolomon?" a female voice asked, clear and professional.

"Speaking. Who might this be?" James asked calmly, keeping his eyes on the road.

"This is Amanda Hensley," she replied. "I’m the manager of the Bel-Air Country Club. I’m calling to officially welcome you to the club, Mr. Zolomon."

James’ eyes flicked toward the rearview mirror, with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

"Thank you," he replied, his tone cool but appreciative.

"It’s our pleasure," Amanda continued. "Mr. Donovan spoke very highly of you. We’re honored to have you join us."

"I appreciate that," James said.

"To proceed, I’ll need your email address. I’ll be sending you the club’s monthly schedule, our internal guidelines, and a list of events you’re eligible to attend — including some reserved for first-time members," she explained.

"Sure, I’ll send it as soon as I get home," James replied.

"Perfect. And once again, welcome to the Bel-Air Country Club, Mr. Zolomon," Amanda said, her tone bright but crisp.

The call ended.

James’ lips spread into a satisfied grin, as he leaned back in his seat and let the vehicle cruise effortlessly down the road. frёewebηovel.cѳm

This was it. He was in. Officially. No longer an outsider peering through the glass — now he had a seat at the table. A toe dipped into the deep waters of American high society.

By the time he arrived home, the lights inside the estate were warm and inviting.

The massive automated gates swung open slowly at his approach, revealing the calm, clean driveway that stretched to the front of the mansion.

He parked the Lexus beside the other gleaming cars — his collection still looked like a dream — and stepped out, laptop bag slung over his shoulder.

Once he was in the foyer, he pulled out his phone and quickly typed out a message to Amanda, sending his primary email address without delay.

{[email protected] — Looking forward to the schedule.}

With that done, he placed his phone back into his pocket and climbed the short steps to the main door.

As he opened the front door and stepped inside, the scent of freshly cooked food immediately greeted him.

He could hear soft clinking sounds from the dining area and gentle voices exchanging laughter.

Patty and Leslie looked up from the dining table, smiling when they saw him.

"There you are," Patty said warmly. "Perfect timing, honey. We were just about to start dinner."

"You’re eating again?" James teased, setting his laptop bag aside as he walked over.

"Don’t act like we didn’t cook enough for you too," Leslie said, smirking.

Patty stood, grabbed an extra plate, and began dishing out food for him without waiting for a reply.

"Take a seat, sweetheart," she said. "You need to keep your strength up."

James obeyed with a grateful smile and lowered himself into his usual seat.

As Patty placed his food in front of him — a plate of grilled salmon, mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli — James gave her a soft peck on the cheek.

"Thanks for the meal," he murmured.

They ate together in peaceful silence, occasionally breaking into light conversation about their day.

James didn’t speak much about the meeting with Ralph or his new project, as there was no need to, but he did mention about the country club and that he had received a call from them.

Patty and Leslie were quietly pleased, though they didn’t press for details.

Once dinner was finished, James thanked Patty again and excused himself. He grabbed his laptop and walked upstairs to his room.

Inside, he shut the door behind him and immediately went to take a hot shower.

The water hit his skin like a warm wave, washing away the hours of concentration and tension from earlier.

He took his time, letting the heat soak into his muscles, his mind drifting lazily between thoughts of Natasha, Ralph’s crypto operation, and the club.

When he was done, he toweled off, dressed in a clean black T-shirt and cotton joggers, and collapsed onto his bed. The cool sheets welcomed him like an old friend.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

He reached over lazily and picked it up.

New email received: Bel-Air Country Club Welcome Packet

He opened it immediately and began scrolling through the contents.

{Subject: Welcome to Bel-Air Country Club

Dear Mr. Zolomon,

On behalf of the Bel-Air Country Club Board and Membership Committee, I would like to formally welcome you as our newest member. Enclosed in this message is an overview of the club’s regulations, your member ID, and the upcoming event calendar for the next quarter.

Please find below the summarized club rules:

Bel-Air Country Club General Rules:

Dress code is strictly enforced at all times. Polo shirts, tailored slacks, golf attire, or blazers are required in all public areas. No jeans, sandals, or shorts above the knee are allowed outside sporting facilities.

Members must RSVP for events at least 48 hours in advance. Walk-ins are not permitted for private or limited-seat events.

No photography or video recording on club premises, unless cleared by management.

All mobile phones must be on silent while within common areas. Loud calls must be taken outside.

Gossip, solicitation, and business pitching are forbidden on club grounds.

Discretion is paramount. Violations of member privacy will result in suspension.

Guests are permitted, but must be pre-registered with your member account at least 24 hours before entry.

Caddies are available upon request for golf sessions. Tipping is encouraged but not required.

Late arrivals to scheduled tee times or booked events may result in blacklisting from select member-only events.

....

Upcoming Events You Are Eligible For:

Wednesday Night Wine Tasting – 7:00 PM, Garden Terrace (Limited to 50 members)

Philanthropy Gala – Saturday Evening, West Ballroom (Black Tie Required)

Sunday Brunch Meet & Greet – 10:30 AM, Member Lounge (Recommended for new members)

Historical Art Tour & Lunch – Next Tuesday, Private Museum Wing (Strict RSVP)

Monthly Poker Night – Last Friday of every month, Member Basement Lounge (Invite-Only)}

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James read the list slowly, digesting each point and each upcoming event.

The rules didn’t surprise him — they matched the silent codes he’d already seen playing out during his visit. But seeing them in writing made it all real.

These weren’t just dinners or weekend pastimes. These were how he make his moves and get into the power play.

Events like the Sunday Brunch and the Philanthropy Gala weren’t just for fun — they were where alliances were forged, where silent nods translated into multimillion-dollar decisions.

James sighed as he dropped the phone back onto the nightstand and lay flat on his back.

He knew that the road ahead will be rough and things won’t be easy sailing as it is now, but no matter what, he’s determined to achieve his goal.

He was in now. And that meant no excuses. Every event on that calendar was a stone in the path. He needed to be seen. To be recognized. To let people wonder who he was, where he came from, and why Mr. Donovan chose to back him.

This was no longer about showing up in luxury. He had already done that.

Now it was about creating presence — one that commanded space without shouting, that earned invitations without asking. And James was more than ready to do that.

He smiled as he pulled the sheets over his chest, eyes half-lidded as the room dimmed in silence.