Wren Langford was just a normal guy. 
He was not the type that turned heads walking into a room but not the type that got ignored either... he was just somewhere comfortably in the middle, which had never really bothered him. 
He got through college, made his friends, and lived his life... It was fine.
Graduation night was supposed to be a sendoff with good food, good company, and the girl he'd liked for longer than he'd admit sitting close enough that he'd finally talked himself into doing something about it then his dad called and dropped the news mid-dinner... he was heading out of the country and Wren needed to go run the resort he owned out in some small town in Mayne. 
Wren said okay, hung up and went back to his food. He would deal with one problem at a time.
The night ended with him at her apartment door saying everything he'd kept to himself for years and she let him finish then she told him plainly that she'd graduated top of her class, had companies already calling her and was thinking about her life in a way that didn't have room for someone like him. 
The door closed and he stood there in the hallway for a moment before walking away and he was on the bus to Harlow the next morning when the interface appeared out of nowhere.
[Congratulations, you have been chosen as the Host for the NTR Business System]
[Steal people's lovers and earn System Points... your path to becoming the richest man alive]
[Main Mission Received: Make Langford Lodge the most popular resort in the world]
Wren stared at it for a while and outside the window, Mayne rolled by then he exhaled slowly.
"So I should make this resort the most popular resort in the whole world, huh?"

Wren's fist connected with the guy's face again.


The guy's head snapped back with each impact with more blood spraying from his already broken nose. His face was rapidly swelling, turning into a mess of purple bruises and split skin.


"Stop! Sir, please stop!" the guard outside the cell shouted with his voice rising with alarm but Wren wasn't stopping. His hands shot out and grabbed the guy's head with both hands, his fingers tangling in his hair then he drove his knee up.


The knee connected with the guy's face dead center and the cartilage gave way once again as blood exploded outward.


'So what if he's a VIP on this ship?' Wren thought as rage continued burning through his veins. 'So what if his parents are some of the richest people in the world? Does that give him the right to try and murder me?'


More damage... More blood... and more pain for the man who'd pushed him off the ship.


Chapter 56 - Friends Kiss Each Other, Right?