Semua Bab Billionaire King's Heiress : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Michael walked behind Diane as they circled to their table. He had undeniably caught her checking him out earlier that morning, and a part of him did seem pleased at that, a bit more pleased than he cared to admit. After all, apart from the privacy and exclusivity Montclair offered, another reason he had moved there was simply because she was there. And he had made sure to move into the building right next to hers and not that of Mr Martins. Moving into Montclair, however, had been a piece of cake. To him, exclusivity mattered, and it was only then did he deem whatever place comfortable enough to suit his taste. If it didn't meet his standards, it wasn't worth his presence. So he had simply made a phone call to Martins. But the crazy thing was, Martins hadn't accepted his cash or donations and had simply told him to appear in the cook-off to even things out. And when he had asked Martins why, Martins had told him his reputation would be good for the promo shots since he was pr

"Smile wider for the camera! Haha!" The MC called out from beside where the media were taking the shots, as he put his two fingers at the corner of his lips and tugged them up in a smile. Diane forced out a wider smile, adjusting the sash draped across her body, the word 'WINNERS' boldly written on it. She stood beside Michael, the stiff air of discomfort surrounding them. The cook-off had ended, and they had won. After Michael's little apology, they had barely spoken to each other and had just concentrated on making the food. Or rather she had concentrated on staying out of Michael's way as he made the food. In other words, avoiding him. She noticed he didn't try to invade her space from then on or speak to her, which she convinced herself was a huge relief. And even as they stood side by side now, the space in between them was pretty distinct, Michael had a blank expression, and his body just looked rigid. Like he couldn't wait for the whole thing to be over. After a couple mor

Michael slammed the door hard enough that it echoed throughout the quiet, dimly lit house, almost like a gunshot. He made his way downstairs, taking long strides as he headed back to the kitchen. Blood from his cut welled up in his hand, and it began to drop as he walked, leaving dotted dark trails behind him. While he held no care in the world about it. He got to the fridge and opened it, grabbing the whiskey bottle by the neck with his injured hand, staining it with the blood. He didn't bother with a glass cup this time and instead just put the bottle to his mouth and drank directly from it, allowing the scorch to burn through his throat harshly. But that didn't help as much as he thought it would do. He could picture her as he shut his eyes. Her head thrown back at the edge of the pool, her open mouth moaning loudly like she was deliberating aiming it at him, pink panties floating on the surface of the pool, the water surging around her large beautiful breasts as Nathan fucked

Diane spun around in her chair twice before stopping to look at Ryan. "The official statement for the media is ready now. But the activists haven't stopped camping outside in front of the building.""Yeah, I can hear their protest loud and clear, Ryan. Tell me something that actually matters which I don't know yet." She sighed tiredly, bringing her mug to her mouth and taking a sip. "Have you looked into Estelle's current sponsors? Both for her NGOs and my late father's company?" "Yes, Ma'am," Ryan answered. "They're five in total. And they're not particularly wealthy companies, but they're valuable enough to be acquired. We can absorb them into Deveraux, restructure them to meet our standards and sell them off later."Diane placed a finger on her upper lip and nodded, "Then let's start purchasing them. With each one we purchase, we will terminate their sponsorship agreements with her. When we're done, she'd be crawling in here, begging for forgiveness.""Do.. do you think it would w

Diane smiled as she leaned against the elevator wall, folding her arms and closing her eyes. She hummed a song in a low tone, swinging her head from side to side while tapping her foot gently against the floor. It was just the two of them in the elevator. And Ryan stole glances at her from time to time, nibbling on his lower lip to try and shake off the subtle anxiety creeping through him. He was beginning to wonder if she had some new revenge plans up her sleeve, if she was planning something threatening or if she was just simply happy. With Diane, he could never tell. He could only hope whatever she had in mind to do was still on the safe side. Because if there was one thing his boss was exceptionally good at, it was keeping him on his toes. She stopped humming immediately and turned to him, grinning from ear to ear, which made him swallow hard. He cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away, avoiding her gaze. "Ryan.""Y-yes Ma'am." He replied, tightening his grip on the bag