Billionaire Brain Wave Reviews Novels & Stories

he asked as he examined me. “No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up. "BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"

“No isn’t he just a random guy that came for the exhibition “That was Noah knight” I still didn’t get “And what does that mean Sarah just get to the point, so that I can go back to my sad thoughts “That guy you just mistook as the curator is the famous billionaire that just got out of jail a week ago” Then I remembered the new on the t.v earlier, so that’s the guy everybody keeps talking about. well he is really good-looking, I wonder if ias dating anyone. not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single

''I thought you were with Khalid and Galen," I asked while he takes off his suit. I grabbed the towel wrapping it around me and took off my pants quickly. ''Had some urgent meeting with Zach skyping him online to talk with some men about a new company and all. Same old shit, it just never satisfied me.'' ''Or maybe you're just picky.'' He laughs. ''Yeah, maybe I am.' I watched his Adam's apple bob like he was swallowing. Like he was nervous. I made him, this billionaire who dated perfect socialites, nervous? I wasted no more time and shot my gaze to his face. I took his shirt and stretch it out tightly. Slowly, I unbutton his shirt which leads to taking off his pants. ''Come here,'' he pulls

Brian’s image stared back at me, his eyes having this smoldering look in them. He looked all man now, gone was the usual boyish charm I used to see around him. The caption said, “GHANAIAN MILLIONAIRE? BRIAN SMITH HAS MADE IT ON THE FORBES 100 LIST OF YOUNG RICH MALES.” My heart skipped a beat, a I immediately threw the magazine in the trash can near my desk. God, why? I don’t know what the hell that was, but right after I’d gotten my life on track, and could actually say I was happy, I see this.

"Now who's being stupid? You can't shoot a United States senator they'd lock you up and throw away the key." "What do you think Gideon and his guys are gonna do to them, invite them out for a beer?" " I don't wanna think about it." "So don't, you want some ice cream?" "Ice cream, he has ice cream in here?" "Did you look in the refrigerator? Dude was planning for Armageddon." "Yeah, but ice cream wouldn't it go bad?" "Who knows what goes on in the head of the rich and crazy? I'm sure he has it restocked every few months or something."

He had to prove that he could hear people's thoughts, and if he could, then everyone would believe he was the victim, that I had been using him. Just then, his gaze landed on Alice, who was getting people to clean up the mess. Calvin pointed at her and yelled, "I'll prove it right now! Mrs. Fisher, you're thinking the Meyer family is finished, the road project's fallen through, and it's a shame you didn't grab some good wine!" I was taken aback. It turned out Calvin could hear not just my thoughts, but everyone's. How did that not exhaust him? As soon as he finished speaking, Alice's expression darkened.

Thea directly exposed her lie, “Lady Brown, that day I was very sober. I knew clearly that someone had entered my room and placed a probe on my brain, so what my brain received came from the outside..." Lady Brown smiled and said nothing. Thea also looked at her quietly. Lady Brown sighed, "This is absurd. Who can control someone else's dreams?" Thea said, "Ordinary people certainly can't. But the Brown family, pioneers in the field of high intelligence, had the ability to change others' brainwaves up close."

I murmured, trying to walk away. But he cornered me subtly, one hand bracing the table beside me. "Don't worry. I promise no bad intentions," he said with a small smile. I should walk away. But something about him... felt calm. Harmless. "I'm Asad Roy, CEO of Cargil," he said, offering his hand. What? Cargil? The billion-dollar empire? I blinked. "Duaa Qureshi," I replied softly, "Simple Employee at Mercuria Enterprises."

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”