A Business Proposal Manhwa Novels & Stories

“ Now that it has gotten to this, would you like to help me? Let's settle old scores with Jazz and help you avenge your past” Kahuna clenched her fist tightly under the table. “ Just think of it as ice cream. Be a good girl, Kahuna” She gasped releasing her hands with sweat dripping over her forehead. She began panting softly as she stared at Quinn. Noticing her discomfort, he smiled slightly. “ You don't have to give me a reply. Think about the benefits it will do you if you choose to work with me.”

She set the tablet down and slid a manila folder across the desk instead, the motion unhurried, deliberate, the same way she'd handed me contracts before that ended up changing the entire shape of my life. I opened it. A business proposal, glossy and professionally bound, Olivia's name printed across the header in elegant serif. Olivia Noir — Series A Funding Proposal. Fifty million dollars in requested startup capital, projected growth charts, a launch strategy clearly built by people who knew exactly how to make numbers look inevitable on paper.

He loves to sit next to me, reading and analyzing documents. - Help is always welcome. - I answered him. He gives me a big smile, which I love, and sits down across from me, hands outstretched. I always have to laugh at his eagerness to read and review documents. - These documents are from a business proposal. I don't know if the proposal is very advantageous for us. Can you review and give me your opinion? - I told him, passing a folder into his hands. I'm not closing this deal, but I want to hear Dominic's opinion.

Chapter Two: The Proposal Simeon leaned back in his chair, tapping a pen idly on his desk, a small, amused smile playing on his lips as he replayed the events of earlier that day. It was hard to believe it had actually happened. He had been the recipient of a proposal—but not just any proposal. A proposal from a complete stranger. He couldn't help but have a chuckle to himself as he picked up the card Elizabeth had handed him. It had been ages since he'd had one of these days.

As Max and Emily's love story continued to inspire the art world, their gallery became a hub for art enthusiasts and collectors. The gallery's reputation grew, and investors began to take notice. A group of savvy investors, led by a wealthy art collector named Mrs smith,because of what she. Has been seeing about the gallery decided to approach Emily with a proposal. They wanted to invest in the gallery, providing the necessary funds to expand and take the business to the next level.Emily gave ears to what they had to say but before she say anything to them, Emily said she has to talk with her husband about it before she can get back to them, that evening Emily talked with max and told him ev

~Raemon~ “I hope you don’t have issues having me on very short notice?” I asked looking at the fucker eyeball to eyeball. He smiled, “No issues at all.” He responded dryly, relaxing into his chair. “We went through your business proposals and they are not bad at all. I’m hoping we can do good business together.” I said forcing out a smile, as all I could think of, were my hands on his neck choking him to his death.

he asked. "It's not too challenging because there are still many shareholders to help me out. So far, it hasn't been too demanding," Yuna replied. She didn't mention that she would be going abroad soon. At this moment, Ashton pulled out a project proposal and handed it to her. "Take a look. If you like it, we can collaborate on its development." Yuna was surprised as she read the contents. She asked, "This isn't what your company usually deals with. Is it a new business you're trying to develop?"

Where else is a slave supposed to be when the master demands its presence? Bitter sigh! "May I know what is making you smile like that? No offense. It's the first time I am seeing you smiling." I ask. Putting my purse on the table "I have a business proposal." Business proposal, huh? If it were some other person sharing this kind of news with me, I would be happy. But this is Ejay. He is filthy and dirty. He makes dirty deals. He only deals with criminals like him. There is nothing to be happy about about this deal or anything that has to do with Ejay.

Jessica seemed to be in a good mood and said, "He came to me to talk about cooperation." Otherwise, she wouldn't have personally sent him out. He was the God of Fortune. Blake frowned and said unhappily, "What kind of cooperation can you have?" The three major businesses of Jessica Workshop, skincare products, handmade products, and the group of youths, had nothing to do with the Jiangs.

I'd been by his side when he had nothing, but even now, my existence still carried no weight. He wouldn't notice in the slightest if I were gone. Julian suddenly appeared behind me just as I was about to type the last line in my letter. Unfazed, I met his gaze and casually switched the tabs as though nothing had happened. He fixed his gaze on me as he spoke with an icy tone. "What are you doing?" "It's nothing important. I'm just writing up a few contracts for some business deals," I replied nonchalantly. A frown crossed Julian's face at my words, but it didn't seem like he'd discovered anything unusual. "Come with me, Isabella," he said before striding back to the office.