Novel & Cerita Amy Griffin Billionaire

I ask stuffing French fries in my mouth. "Well, the clients called and postponed the meeting for tomorrow. So technically I could have taken a day off but I decided to stay and do some inventory." She says and I nod. "Nina do you know about Mr. Karter Allan?" I ask out of the blue. She's worked here for three years now, she probably knows about him. "Well duh! Who doesn't? He's the owner of our company and not just that he's the youngest billionaire in America! Everyone knows him Marie" She says.

His gaze was cold, yet his charismatic aura silenced the crowd. Kimmy’s eyes widened. That man was not the fifty-five-year-old she had been told about. Kimmy’s heart pounded harder. She truly couldn’t understand. When she finally reached the altar, the man’s name rang clearly as the pastor introduced him. “Mr. Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood.” Kimmy froze, her eyes growing wide. Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood. The name was not unfamiliar. The richest young man in the capital, a billionaire known for his coldness, cruelty, and constant presence in business magazines and on television. Rumors even said he often changed partners.

Most girls dream of marrying a billionaire. Me? I'd rather make fun of one. Especially if the billionaire in question is Alexander Grant. Excuse me - Xander Grant. That's right - the "mega-hot" entrepreneur who's appeared on both Modern Startup Monthly's "Richest Innovators Under 35" list and Celebrity Spark Magazine's "Hottest Eligible Bachelors" list in the last year.

says Griffin, "who single-handedly sent a simple memo which got the said account frozen, had he a charmer's bangle?" Ethan sighed tiredly. Could this man at least let this slide? "I've tried to make up for it," Ethan mumbled. "Wow!" Griffin exclaimed. "Just wow. Listen to yourself, young man. The cents you send, you call that a make-up? I actually thought you were a thing at first. You just allowed twelve million dollars to slip through your fingers. You may call it a little money. Do you know how much that'll yield me if put in the gold mine business for a start?"

“He doesn’t have what it takes to make this game even remotely interesting.” “What?” I say, not sure if I heard him right—or understood him at all. Instead of explaining, he bids again. “Five billion.” “WHAT?” That, my friends, comes from—not me, not any other sane bidder—but Damon himself. Before I know what’s happening, he comes stomping down the aisle and points a finger at Griffin. “You fucking kidding me?” he snarls. “No way in hell a measly doctor can come up with that kind of money. Who are you trying to fool?”

Pastor Solomon replied. Mr. Robert Griffin is a known philanthropist in the state. He is a wealthy man, a multimillionaire to be precise. He donates money to schools, nongovernmental organizations, and other government and private sectors. He also helps the poor people, needy, and orphans. He is loved by the people and has received lots of state awards. Many private sectors have given him various awards as well. He has shares in almost all the government and private companies in the state. And, through his influence, his first son became the current Mayor of the state.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

“Are you sure Ruby is going to be fine? She is alone.” “Grace, there are some perks to being a rich man. And that includes being able to employ the services of very professional security men. So yes,” he shifted closer, a little lift on his lips, some intensity in his eyes, “she is very safe.” “Huh.” I nodded. “Sometimes, I forget that you are a billionaire. You don’t act like one.” “And how does a billionaire act?”

She looked up, panic rising and when she squinted her eyes to make his face out, her heart barely calming, she gasped. “Ash?” He looked worse than she remembered. Bloodshot eyes, stubble, clothes wrinkled and damp at the collar. “Fancy seeing you here,” he said with a twisted grin. His voice was low, gravelly. She pressed a hand to his chest. “Let me go.” He leaned in, breath sour. “I heard you’re a fancy billionaire slut now. That true?” She pushed again. “Ash, stop.” He scoffed. “You used to throw me money to help with debt. Remember that? When you had some decency?”

MADISON'S POV My brother "Carson" had guarded him for three years. Three years of danger averted, threats silenced, and silent warnings given. And yet tonight, he didn’t want my brother there. “You won’t be needed,” the billionaire had said in that calm, precise voice that brooked no argument. My brother had come to my house later that day to tell me that he had a mission that would earn me some money.Eyes serious,“Wear something elegant,” he whispered. “Be discreet and follow him but stay out of sight.”