Billionaire Art Collector の小説・ストーリー

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

My attention still kin and focused on Mr John and his dates whom he whispered to bad they both smiled occasionally. The lady didn't turn to look back, all her attention focused on the host and Mr John giving ni room for audience. Her dressing and carries spark of luxury and elegant….she was probably the daughter of a business tycoon or a drug baron with how flawless her skin looked. The host auction a rare collection of artwork that I found worth keeping so I raised the bar. “A million dollars?”. He waved it over the place, a man dressed in a plain top stood up and countered.

Bryce asked. "No. I have not yet, but I will shortly." "Okay. Please inform Hendrix which one to choose before I include them in the bidding lineup." "Yes. I will. Not a problem. Thank you for that." I'm not really a big fan of paintings and antiques, but I heard that most millionaires or billionaires invest their money in this type of business. I appreciate that business for them, but not for me because I don't have the money. Hendrix and Bryce giggled as they whispered, their eyes locked on the same topic. I didn't listen to them as I could hardly understand their conversation. So, instead of standing in front of them like a robot, I excused myself to check out the paintings around me.

CEO Collection Book 3 Secret Proposal from a Billionaire "Marriage? Are you kidding me?" The words spilled from my lips before I had the chance to wrap my head around the ludicrous caveat just read aloud in the frosty atmosphere of the conference room at Blackstone Investments. This wasn't just any conference room. It was a testament to wealth and power, a carefully orchestrated symphony of dark mahogany, pristine glass, and cold, unfeeling steel perched high above the hustle of downtown Seattle.

“If I go there, he is going to hit on me. Do you want news, or do you want a scandal?” Kevin's grin only widened, as if I'd just presented him with the most delightful idea. "Emily, my dear, a little flirting from a German billionaire is a small price to pay for access. Use it! Charm him. Get the story. Von Oberhaus's personal life is a black box. His philanthropy, his infamous art collection, the rumors about his... particular tastes. That's the gold. Not another dry quote about market saturation." I stared at him. “I’m going to sue you.”

Holding a majestic looking box, she passed it to the eldest Corden who excitedly opened the box, even the guests were anticipating what the richest young master had brought for the Corden family. Soon, the venue was filled with commotion, it was small cheque worth ten billion! who would gift a ten billion dollars so casually? only Eastwood! The Corden family was overjoyed with the big amount of cash they've received, it alone is enough to shoo away all the gifts summed amount! The guests were mostly jealous, some tried to curry favor to them as it surely will help the family's power skyrocket despite maintaining a second spot, they will naturally be able to hug the chance of skyrocketing if

Anyone can tolerate just about anything for two months. The truth was, the Hamptonites and the Townies disliked each other but they had been using each other for so many generations they became dependent. Like a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship. And it turned out they sometimes had common interests that united them. Like their mutual hatred of The Billionaires Club. The Billionaire’s Club was exclusive and had only two thousand members worldwide. The entry f*e? Be a billionaire. Members of the B-Club had so much wealth it created a gravitational pull and anyone within range was sucked into their Super Nova of alternate realities. A wonderful place where they were entitled to anything the

This marked the beginning of my journey to win over the pilot and evoke deep feelings for me. I had uncovered some very interesting details about Lorenzo through a quick online search, which only heightened my interest in him. As I had suspected, Lorenzo is extremely wealthy. He's Italian and heir to a renowned winery located in the town of Franciacorta, Italy. Furthermore, he's a Formula One champion and enjoys immense success in the most lucrative category of motorsport. In summary, he's a potential candidate for a serious relationship, something I realized from the start, and I need to seize this unique opportunity that has presented itself so perfectly in my life.

However, I didn't have to wait any longer as he started to state what it was. "This business opportunity is being my wife for a year. If you don't end up falling in love with me by the end of the year than I will happily give you a section of the company’s shareholding. This is a business offer that will change your mind either way if you agree to it. So, do you agree to this?" I don't think I have ever been more shocked until now. How can this notorious player in the business world, who is known for using a women's body and leaving her within a couple of hours to never communicate with her again, leaving they are heartbroken, wants to settle down?