Out of My Way, I'm Becoming a Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Pfft!Harmonia nearly spat out her beer in surprise. Her eyes, gleaming like dewdrops, blinked in astonishment as she contemplated the meaning of his action.“Miss Marsh, I peeled a plate of lobsters for you as a token of my gratitude in light of your graciousness in treating me to supper.”Coincidentally, Harmonia had prepared a gift for him as well. She simply thanked him and accepted his token of gratitude. After they had finished their supper, Harmonia handed the envelope with the hotel logo to Dimas as she said, “Mr. Martinez, you peeled a plate of lobster for me as a token of your gratitude. This is a token of gratitude from me. Goodnight, Mr. Martinez.”Harmonia went to settle the bill immediately, and Dimas put the envelope in the inner pocket of his suit and left with Harmonia. The entrance of the revolving restaurant was designed with tall glass walls and a giant fountain maze. After the lighting ceremony, the lights around the thousand-year-old banyan tree would go out

She pursed her lips and made a phone call immediately, arranging for the hotel dry cleaning service. She noted down Dimas’s room number as well and arranged for the hotel staff to deliver the suit directly to him. All matters in Sea Hill were now resolved in Sea Hill.As for Seadale Museum, with Ben imprisoned, the reconstruction of the museum would have to wait for the appointment of a new director and would likely be put on hold for a considerable period. Harmonia took a painkiller late into the night and soon fell asleep. Early the next morning, Harmonia checked out and took an early flight back to Nilus City. When Dimas received news of Harmonia’s checkout, he smirked subtly—his suit was still with her. Another reason to interact with her had presented itself. The doorbell suddenly rang. “Sir, your suit has been dry-cleaned.” A hotel staff member, who was outside the door, spoke respectfully. Dimas furrowed his brows. This was the suit that he had wrapped around her wais

The embryonic tissue sent to the appraisal institution, Finding Daddy, was not Luna’s! Instead, it had been substituted! However, the embryonic tissue that had been substituted was related to Luna. Therefore, these two sets of data showed no anomalies at first glance, but subtle differences emerged upon closer examination. It turned out that on the night that Absalom had been intoxicated, the person he had intimate relations with was not Luna but someone related to her! Harmonia could not help but laugh. It was truly absurd—beyond belief!Absalom probably had no idea who the person he had intimate relations with that night was. After all, for Trashy-Ab, everyone looked the same in the dark.Harmonia could not help but chuckle when she looked at the two data reports in her hands. Who was the true mother of Absalom’s child?After returning to Heron Bay Villa, Harmonia printed out these two data reports with the official seals and signatures and then locked them in the safe. She wa

They were vehement in their attitude and even resorted to harsh language! They not only demanded a ten-minute break for Luna to regain her composure, but they even strongly insisted on getting rid of unnecessary onlookers. The team then deleted the cross-eyed photo of Luna promptly. Luna crossed her arms and promptly raised her chin as she gazed at Harmonia, exhibiting no trace of her awkwardness from earlier. “This is a shooting set, so how can just anyone come in as they please? They have utterly affected my performance! Why aren’t they being escorted out? Is Viviane so nonchalant that anyone can stroll in as they please? If the magazine shoot is delayed, who among you can bear the responsibility?” Luna declared with a bossy, domineering, and arrogant attitude. “I can,” Harmonia responded in a calm and composed manner as she walked up to Luna. Luna sneered, “What makes you qualified? Is it based on your ambiguous relationships with so many different men? Or could it be becaus

The chief editor hesitated to speak. After all, it was the seasoned chief editor’s first time encountering such a predicament after being in the fashion industry for more than a decade. Despite sifting through the visual tapestry captured throughout the entire photoshoot, they could not find a single photo worthy of consideration.Luna went directly to the makeup room to get her makeup removed the moment her arduous day’s toll concluded. In her opinion, the shoot was over as soon as she got off work. Should the captured images lack the sought-after satisfaction, it was, undoubtedly, the photographer’s problem.She had faced similar situations in the past, but several usable photos would usually emerge under those circumstances. However, many A-list celebrities would be very dedicated and professional, and they would stay back to continue with the shoot or even rearrange their schedules to arrange for a reshoot. Someone who was as indifferent and unconcerned as Luna was a first. As