Benefactor 소설 & 이야기

I had a feeling that there would be many such benefit galas like this in my future. “So, please, tomorrow, dig deep and help me give this non-profit organization the funding it so justly deserves,” Bastian concluded. He held up his glass and toasted the crowd. I nearly forgot to raise my own glass and toast. I was blown away. Everything, all of the art, the house, the furniture- all of it- was going to charity. To a charity that Bastian believed in. A charity that would help future Bastians. My heart was already full of love for the man and this act made it ready to explode. I didn't know if he could get more wonderful.

"It is a good sign. I had a hard time believing that Avoidance could think such a thing when he was supposed to become a white dragon months ago." "I do not understand. He could've become stronger and understand his powers. Is it wise for him to go forth into battle unknowingly like this?" Baozi asks. "The Benefactor thinks so but I do not understand their train of thought." "Which does brings up the question. Do you know what deity the Benefactor is? You are their main messenger after all." "You are new to this but you shouldn't question their idenity." Xia-bin says with a serious tone. "As long as our services are complete the

It had been so long since anyone had done anything nice for her, that it was hard to believe what the older woman was offering. "Why the heck would you need to do that? I sure as spit didn't pay a dime for it and those blood sucking relatives of mine can afford it. Now stop fussing and come on in here." "Well if you're sure." Yep definitely down the rabbit hole, her life had never been this easy. What were the odds that she would find a computer that she could take home with her so she could work as long as she wanted, instead of the one hour they allowed you down at the library? At least she thought that's what she'd heard. What the woman was offering was nothing short of a blessing. It wou

His face is now shaved, traces of hairs on his chin and upper lip skin is nowhere to be found. "Are you hungry?" Valeriu's asked. I saw Brigor glanced at us in my peripheral vision that made me wonder what he's conceiving. I shook my head before smiling at him. "What do you think Mr.Agosti?" "Not to be non-objective, but I suggest Benevolent to be the main point of view. Anyone who's not in favor?" I glared at Valerius from what he said "If there is someone who is, for your information Benevolent made a big contribution to the society of the yearly calendars and magazines, so why not to take this opportunity to gratitude her? Other than that she's known to be on top."

Dami lowered his head in dismay. "Yes. But everyone has stopped talking about it. I'm sure he should help you,my dad said he's a good man. I didn't tell him I was trying to help you though" "Thank you very much but how do I get to see this man? " "I don't know about that ooo but he's a well known person. I've also heard about him but then I didn't really pay any attention to who he was .If you ask about him around, people will tell you where he lives. They call him Mr Aguda"

Christina said. Warren looked at the girl and smiled. He helped her previously by donating 100 thousand dollars to her mother's hospital fund. Ever since then, Christina saw Warren as her benefactor. When all hope was lost, Warren came through to save her mother's life. Yet she couldn't even do anything to console him in his time of need.

"I know this is... inconvenient." "Of course, Detective." I folded my hands in my lap. "Anything I can do to help clear up this terrible misunderstanding about the Children's Future Foundation. It breaks my heart to see Aria Campbell's charity dragged through the mud like this." His pen clicked. Once. Twice. "You've been quite generous with your donations. Twenty-five thousand just last month." "Children are our future." I let my voice catch slightly. "I lost a baby once. Years ago. Giving to causes that help children... it helps me heal, you know?"

“I do not know your Fortune, but the hardships are not of his making.” “So honest and innocent,” she said, a hint of laughter in her voice. “You do not know how rare that is. Fortune is not a person, child. It is the whim of chance and fate, not something that can be predicted or guarded against.” Hunter struggled with her words, her compassion. Did she pity him? Make light of him? He was not used to such attention and wondered what direction it took. It made him fretful, like an itch he could not scratch.

she coldly said. Damon unknowingly clenched his fist, and his gaze darkened as he looked at Jeanette. He was staring at her so deeply that it seemed as if he could pierce right through her. Seeing this, Jeanette took a step back, but he suddenly stood up and strode toward her. “Wha… What are you doing?” “Are you still going to treat me so coldly, Jeanette? I’m your and your mom’s benefactor after all.” It was common sense to always remember and repay the kindness of others. Moreover, she now owed him the whopping amount of $750,000, so she had no choice but to soften her tone. “Anyway, thank you for your help.”

I hoped that he would approve of the details I had gathered and not demand any last-minute changes, which would leave me with insufficient time for revisions. "Here is the list, along with the items we need to procure," I responded, presenting the comprehensive document. Although this event might appear as a straightforward charity affair to outsiders, it functioned as a power display among the wealthy elite. The optics of philanthropy benefited both the donors and indirect beneficiaries. The donors could position themselves favourably in the media, while the beneficiaries reaped substantial advantages. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement, characteristic of the interactions within these