A Lady's Guide To Fortune Hunting Novels & Stories

Back then, Cheryl used to say, "Nate, once we make money, we'll buy a place with a view of the Hatton River." My phone buzzed. It was a text from her. "You really think you can stand on your own two feet without me, Nathan? You know better than anyone how ruthless this circle is." The Bentley rolled to a stop in front of Garrison Group's headquarters. David stepped out and opened my door. "Mr. Garrison, we're here." I walked into the lobby. The receptionist spotted me and immediately bowed her head respectfully. "Good morning, Mr. Garrison." It was true that society was ruthless. Here, no one cared what clothing brand a person wore. Only that person's last name mattered.

… At noon on the second day of the New Year, I showed up at their door carrying that case of counterfeit liquor. Before I could even knock, laughter spilled out from inside. "Man, Caden can really hold his liquor! Come on, let me pour you another!" "Zoe, you're so lucky to find someone like Caden. He's thoughtful and successful." I took a deep breath and knocked. The laughter cut off instantly. "Who could that be at this hour?" Linda's booming voice carried through the door. Shuffling footsteps approached. The door swung open. Linda wore her holiday best, and her face still held the fawning smile she hadn't had time to wipe away. When she recognized me, that smile froze solid.

I looked at her, and for the first time, allowed my sorrow to show. “Jane…” I said, pointing to the pile of black powder on the ground. “The bracelet is broken.” Jane froze for a moment. Then, she gave me a hug, whispering into my ear, “My grandmother said this bracelet is meant to ward off misfortune. Now that the disaster is over, it has completed its mission. And…” She let me go and reached into her pocket to pull out a delicate velvet box. Then, she opened it, revealing a ring inside.

Everyone in Riverton knew Serena Prescott, the heiress of the Prescott family, collected boyfriends for the short term and never kept them for long. In five years of marriage, she had gone through ninety-nine new lovers. People in our circle said I had world-class patience, that I was the perfect husband who could endure anything. Then a swimming coach named Mason Clark appeared at Serena's side. Mason came from an ordinary family, yet he made her break her own rule about never bringing new lovers home. Serena gave me two choices. Either calmly accept him moving in, or take the money and leave, ending our marriage. Everyone was waiting to see me swallow my pride for love and keep play

Felicity couldn't help but reflect, 'Despite everything that has transpired, I never seem to learn from my mistakes. On one occasion, a fortune teller predicted that a calamity would befall Felicity at the age of twenty-five, emphasizing the need to find someone with a strong fate to overcome the impending misfortune. According to the fortune teller, only then would she be guaranteed a smooth and luminous future. Felicity's mother held great faith in the fortune teller's words, constantly arranging introductions with men who perfectly matched the specified criteria.

The young woman's face went pale. "Thank you, Master Lewin. I understand what you mean," she said before leaving dejectedly. Soon after that, a young man in a sharp suit placed a stack of bills down beside Dunley before saying respectfully, "Would you please help me read my fortune, Master Lewin?" "What do you want to know?" "I'd like you to help me see when I'll get a girlfriend," the young man said with a troubled expression. "I've got money and a successful career, but I can't seem to find a girlfriend no matter what."

It seemed to contain an unusual power. "Wait a minute, when she shook my hand just now, her fingers lightly traced the lines in my palm. Was she trying to read my fortune?" "Fortune reading is mainly about luck. The fact that she's willing to apologize with hundreds of millions worth of land is suspicious. Husband, you must be careful. People who can read fortunes can steal luck. Be very careful." Benjamin frowned. He would ask his daughter about it tonight. What Cathy said about the home was true. He did find Amanda back then thanks to Hannah's guidance.

HollyOak was good at packaging the image of the celebrity, while Fortune was good at throwing money to make the celebrity famous. Of course, by giving out money, they expected the celebrities to bring back handsome profits. They would arrange many private activities for their celebrities, and rumor had it that some female actresses earned eight figures in a night. Lesser-known rumors included Hubert’s main goal in establishing this company was to pick up girls…

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He beamed, shaking hands with the client as his face glowed with flattery. The client smiled faintly with an expression that was hard to read. "Mr. Knight, you’re quite the polished young man. I’m sure this collaboration will win you a promotion from the chairman." Sure enough, the very next day, Chairman Henry Carter held a company-wide awards ceremony to celebrate the project. Adrian stood proudly on the stage, grinning from ear to ear. From her front-row seat, Rachel Carter locked eyes with Adrian, and in that moment, her gaze sparkled. It wasn’t affection in her eyes. It was the cold gleam of a hunter who had just marked her prey.