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streamer. The job involved lying in specially built scenes and acting as a vegetative patient. The actor would earn money through viewer donations driven by curiosity. The income was projected to be extremely high. “Sam, I know this is unfair to you,” John said at the time while holding my hand. His eyes were reddened. “But for Emma, this is our only option. Don’t worry. I’ll help take good care of Stacy and Emma.”

Seth whispers and I shut him up again with my index finger. Who budgets for an auction? Definitely not Alexander Knight, who gets everything, I mean, ever single thing he wants. "The lady can't be sol..." "57 million." I interrupt him again. I don't mind bidding till he's satisfied with the amount, because he won't get it at the end. I mean, he's definitely not going to live longer than 30 mins from now. "There's nothing you ca..."

I watch him throw something in the burger before handing the waiter our food. I give Andre his phone back as I watch this asshole. Damian watches the footage next; he lets out a low whistle. “Dude you’re so fucked.” He says softly. I get up and walk over to the wall behind the man… “Fazel Amlo, Age 23. As of today, is debt free. Thirty thousand dollars in student loans paid in full, on a server’s salary?” Damian lets out a low whistle. “You doing some work on the side?” Damian asks.

"There's this guy from the U.S. Been downstairs three days. Says he—" "Have security deal with it." "H-He said he'll pay to see you." She dropped her voice. "Board thinks, if the offer's big enough..." I frowned. "How much?" "Two hundred million. USD." I laughed—dry, bitter. Nice try, Alex. In the conference room, I barely recognized him. Alex—once the polished Wall Street golden boy—now looked wrecked. Gaunt, hollow-eyed, barely holding it together. "Emma!" He stood, voice cracked.

Just as they were about to make a move, Graham rushed forward to stop Tiger and his men and told Alexis, “What are you trying to do? You went against the rules by smoking and fighting in the workshop. Those are enough to get you fired!” “Fire me?” Alexis snorted in amusement. “You’re thinking about firing me and threatening me with the rules? Graham, oh Graham, you’re so interesting. Did you think I’d take a threat? “Fire me? I’ll tell you now, I quit! I’m f*cking rich now!” Alexis then accessed his phone and showed his bank account balance to Graham and everyone around them. “See? I’m rich! I have 80 thousand dollars. I won 80 thousand dollars from the lottery.

“She said if he finds out, she’ll just return the little money he’s made over the years. What a loser. Five years and he’s only made six hundred and fifty-three thousand dollars.” Six hundred fifty-three thousand. So that’s how much I’ve earned over these five years. I found it laughable, but when I tried to smile, I couldn’t. Two hours later, Matt posted his expenses for the day. [As for me, my daily income is 1.2 million!] I don’t even know how I got back. By the time I came to, I was already sitting on the sofa. Wren had just walked in, having changed back into her service uniform, her hair messy.

“I’m sorry about what my brothers did to Alex. The whole . . . arrest thing.” She waves it off. “He got what he deserved. Besides, he’s made more money off that stupid video in two days than most people make in a year. The ‘skit’ story is everywhere. He’s trending like crazy.” I smile, remembering the first time I saw one of Alex’s investment reports scroll across his laptop screen. It was millions in daily turnover from all his global portfolios. I hadn’t even flinched at the numbers. My dad’s money works the same way. I grew up watching numbers like that accumulate. Alex had stared at me, stunned, when I didn’t react.

She retrieved the USB Elaine had given her earlier, containing the man’s personal information. She had read everything on it, but confusion lingered, drawing her eyes back to the screen again. Dixal Lehman Amorillo. No status listed. Twenty years old—and already CEO of AMORILLO CONSTRUCTION COMPANY, a business owned by his grandfather. Yet seven years ago, the company had suddenly gone bankrupt. That same year, he had founded FLOWER OF LOVE BUILDERS INC. alongside his grandfather and mother as shareholders. The company quickly gained popularity with clients, and within six months, profits had soared.

' yes, i am the personal secretary and assistant to the CEO of A2 automobile company' I replied smiling. ' Ma, we want to know what you do to Mr A2 for him to want to give scholarship, are you two by the way dating?' A female said smirking wickedly at me. I remain calm. Alex flared up. ' if we are dating,is it any of your dumb business' Alex said. The lady fell ashamed, want to cry and back out. I smiled. The other keep mute. .......................................................... Written by Author brainac or Author emmanuel

Yuna mocked, "What? Are you not able to afford 700 million? I believe you know very well what kind of person Mr. Morgan is and how much his net worth is. "It's just 700 million dollars. You'd be able to earn double that money from him anytime, even more. Am I right?" She was clearly saying that to annoy Maxus. After all, Maxus wanted to collaborate with Stanley because they lost 700 million dollars. "You're pretty merciless to say that, Ms. Surra." "Since I don't see any sincerity on your part, I don't think there's a need for us to have any further discussion." "Wait a second," Maxus said.