《THE BILLIONAIRE'S BARGAIN 》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

TAKING THE SHOOT ***Mia and get manager Laura had successfully arrived at the venue for the shoot.“Alright, Mia, let's get started,” Mario Testino said, his iconic voice echoing through the studio. “We've got a lot to capture today for the new Eternity perfume campaign.”Mia nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. She had been booked by the renowned fashion brand to be the face of their latest fragrance, and she was thrilled to be working with the legendary photographer, Mario Testino.She became so happy, anyone could tell. She knew she owe this one to her manager. Sometimes, Mia always thinks of how Laura pulls every endorsement for her. Was she very successful in her past that she had to bring so much luck to her.All these thoughts ran through her mind.“ You shouldnt be lost at this moment”, he said to Mia.“Head over there for the shoot”, he ushers her towards where the white background was made.Mario, known for his exceptional eye for beauty and style, began to direct Mi

IN-STORE EVENT “Okay, let's get started!" the makeup artist raising her voice for the hearing of the customers who were gathered, her eyes were sharp as that of a kittens eyes, the makeup she wore gave her a professional look as she gazed at the model who was standing next to her on the stage.During this event for the launching of LAN’S newest makeup kits, customers had already filled up the venue for the in-store event. The AV technicians were present to give a smooth video playback to the customers who had come to try out the new products.“We're going to create a stunning look using the new collection from LAN’S”.The model smiled, settling into the chair as the artist began to test each products on her face.“I'm so excited to try one of their newest products especially their bronzer,” one of the customer said to another who was standing close to her in excitment, her voice barely above a whisper.“Me too”, the customer smiled replying an anxiously looking at the screen.The art

A WEEK LATER AT THE HARRINGTON'S MANSION."Good day and welcome to our afternoons news broadcast. I'm your anchor, Karen Brown”, A news anchor, a poised woman with a professional smile appeared on the screen. “Tonight, we have a story of corporate success and controversy. Harrington's Company, a leading construction firm, has announced a significant surge in profits despite a recent incident at one of their construction sites.”The anchor's voice sounded smooth and engaging, drawing the viewer's attention from all over the city. Of course, she is a famous anchor and because of her, her station was always tuned on. People loved listening to her news because it was always known to be legit.“A week ago, five workers were injured in an accident at the site. Despite the severity of the incident, the person who has been leading the company no other than Harrison, made the decision to halt work temporarily to attend to the needs of the injured workers. The company's swift response and comm

THE ANONYMOUS MESSAGE The air in the LAPD conference room was thick with tension, the kind that builds after years of chasing ghosts through dark alleys and backchannels. The long polished mahogany table gleamed under the overhead lights, and seated around it were some of the department’s top-ranking officers. Their uniforms were crisp, badges gleaming, but behind every sharp salute and steely gaze were lines etched by fatigue and frustration.Chief Peterson stood at the head of the table, a towering figure in both presence and authority. His voice was calm but carried the weight of three relentless years of investigation.“We have confirmed potential locations where these drug dealers may be operating,” he announced, scanning the room slowly, his eyes pausing momentarily on each officer. “Each unit will be divided into four-man teams to canvass and secure the designated zones. This is not a sweep—it’s a surgical operation. We cannot afford to make mistakes.”The officers around the

Crystal was jolted from her afternoon nap by the muffled sound of the front door closing and footsteps echoing through the house. Her eyes fluttered open, squinting against the remnants of sleep, and she listened closely. The unmistakable murmur of her father’s voice drifted upstairs. He had returned home—again—without warning, just like always.He came and went like a ghost, slipping in and out of their lives. Sometimes he stayed for dinner, other times he vanished for days with no explanation. Everyone in the house had learned to adapt to his pattern of unpredictability, chalking it up to his way of coping with his own troubles.Crystal sat up, yawning, then reached for her phone resting beside her on the bed. As usual, she wanted to check on her messages and the latest updates from the company. It had become her habit, her way of staying in control amidst the chaos around her. She scrolled quickly, eyes scanning for anything related to work, but instead, a breaking news alert grabb