100 Million Yen Novels & Stories

My breath caught slightly. I looked away first, suddenly unable to hold his gaze for too long. “That still doesn’t explain the ten million,” I muttered softly. This time, he actually gave a quiet hum, almost amused. “You’re very focused on the amount.” “Because it’s ten million,” I shot back immediately. “People don’t just throw around that kind of money.” His eyes held mine again. “Some people do.” “So did you?” “Did I what?” “Throw around ten million?”

Only to find him staring at me. I got lost in his gray blue eyes; no, they were gray with a tint of blue. His eyes were really confusing, as I could see he cares but also there was a hard-edge to them. Like he has seen too much or been around longer than I can image. Given Ericson and Crispin, yes, I bet he has been around a long time, but how long. I don’t know how long we looked at each other, but then he suddenly spoke. “ONE million yen!” Those simple words left the room in silence in seconds. “Well, that get your signature on those documents?” I was floored he was going to give my dad that much. *WHY?*

Come on, what else? Perhaps feel no danger, Chen Wei also don't the suspense, 'my girl, you really smart. You're right, it's only 3 billion. How can I spend the rest of my life? I sent a message to Ethan Wharton and Jorden before I got on the bus. I want 10 billion. ' 'Ten billion?' Kristen Oliver's voice rose in shock. 'You're crazy.' Ten billion yuan is enough to make the two companies fall into a financial crisis or even go bankrupt.

logo, also in golden. "It's a special card you can use to buy anything up to One Hundred Million Pesos," Heath explained calmly. "W-what?!" Gale exclaimed, trying to return the card. "I... I can't accept this." "Please, Gale. I won't be able to sleep if you don't accept it," Abi said with tears welling in her eyes. "But I don't know what to do with this. I'm just a poor guy who has never held even Ten Thousand Pesos. This card is too much for me," Gale admitted. A Million Pesos was a huge amount for him; a hundred million was unfathomable.

The machine beeped its rejection like a death knell. "I'm very sorry, sir, but the transaction cannot be processed due to insufficient funds." Salesperson's professional mask was impressive, but I could see the discomfort in her eyes. "The total for Ms. Huntington's purchase is ten million dollars." The number hung in the air like a bomb. Pierce's mouth fell open. "Ten million?" "Yes, sir. The limited collection set alone is valued at eight million. With the additional pieces Ms. Chen selected, the total comes to just over ten million."

But no one could. Bella clutched my arm. “Jesse, this is getting out of hand—” “$10 million,” I said calmly, eyes locked ahead. There was a pause. Then—“$10,001,000.” I stood up, lifting my paddle higher. “$50 million.” Silence. Even the announcer faltered. “Uh… $5-0 million from Mr. Styles.” The room was frozen. And then, almost mockingly—“$50,001,000.”

The crease on the older woman’s face deepened. “I have been calling out your name, yet your ears remained adamant as though I was a fool.” “I am sorry. It wasn’t intentional.” Ejima curtsied, trying to remain neutral. “Please keep that to yourself. I just want to remind you that I am coming to collect my money first thing tomorrow morning,” “But…” Ejima stammered as she shifted her posture to the other foot. It was hard to divulge if the discomfort was from the weight of the yam or the sudden realization that she was in debt. “My…my husband said he would clear the debt,”

"$600,000,000!" "$800,000,000!" Cullen raised his placard. "$1,000,000,000!" The new businessman yelled. Everyone stayed silent for a long time before CEO Mika proclaimed; "$12,000,000,000!" Cullen wanted to bid but stopped and looked at CEO Mika. He balled his fist because he knew he couldn't go further. The amount his company had for the bid was $10,000,000,000. The new businessman coughed and also withdrew.

Not waiting for her to answer, Lisa immediately replied, “1,000,000$!” One million?! Yuna’s eyes were filled with anger and shame. Did she not just tell her that she needed 500,000!? Why was she asking for 1,000,000$ now? “A million? Didn’t you just say that it’s 500,000$? Why is it a million now?” She was worked up. Her adoptive mother replied awkwardly, “Oh, you heard it wrongly.”

Or acknowledgment. Either way, he doesn’t insist. “₱100 million,” Lucas states plainly, like he’s mentioning something routine, something insignificant in the grand scheme of things. “That’s what I’m offering you.” The number hangs in the air. Massive. Absurd. Insulting. My brows lift just slightly—not in shock, but in quiet disbelief—as I let out a soft breath, shaking my head faintly. “For what?” I ask, though I already know. Lucas doesn’t hesitate.