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“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.

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

Half of his properties and money is worth several billions. At first, Tann and I wanted to will it all to charity because we wanted nothing that belongs to that man, but in the end we didn't because it's not our decision to make. It's Jaimie's. We began a trust fund for him with it which he'll have when he turns twenty five. My son is a billionaire, when he's just five years old. The knowledge made me laugh and cry at the same time. I never thought my life will ever turn out this way.

“I haven’t held a golf club in my life.” “Tennis?” “Nope.” “But you can swim?” “Yes.” “So why didn’t you buy a house that has a swimming pool? You’re a billionaire, you can do it?” “Am I a billionaire? Well, I have a few hundred millions in different banks here and abroad. And I have some businesses and properties which if you liquidate would run to a few hundred millions, too. Yes, my net worth is more than a billion pesos, so yes, I am a billionaire. But not all billionaires want a mansion or a palace or a castle. Or a swimming pool. I don’t even have a bath tub.” He chuckled. “Besides, those money, my mother just gave it to me.”

His expression was careful, almost hesitant. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he said. I set the laundry aside and waited. He sat beside me on the window seat, the documents resting on his knee. “The foundation we talked about—the one for children from orphanages—is ready to launch. The paperwork is complete. The first scholarships can go out next month. I wanted you to see the final proposal before anything becomes public.” I read through the pages slowly. The foundation would carry my name. Full scholarships, medical support, housing assistance. A chance for children who had started the way I had. Emotion rose in my throat so sharply that I had to look away for a moment.

I would contact reporters and tell them about the billionaire who was pretending to be a working-class man to seduce his girlfriend's ex-wife. "This is going to be huge," I said to Bernard. "When this story gets out, it's going to ruin both of them. Richmond will lose his reputation and his business relationships. Vanya will be humiliated for being so stupid and naive." Bernard was looking at the papers with a mixture of disbelief and calculation. "Tracy," he said slowly, "if this guy really is a billionaire, maybe we should be more careful about how we handle this. Rich people have lawyers and resources that can make our lives very difficult."

We are more free now than before. “Let’s go now to my humble abode,” he said. “Humble abode sounds better. I think I’ll like it better than I liked your guesthouse,” I said. “So, you really don’t want to live with a billionaire?” he asked. “I’m a regular girl. It’s overwhelming to live with a billionaire,” I said. “Then, I won’t strive to become a billionaire again,” he said. “You could become a billionaire again and I will still want to live with you,” I said.

he answered. “The TV host?” “Yes,” he said and nodded. “And you and Layla are good friends?” “Yes,” he confirmed without hesitation. “Wow!” he quipped with seemingly genuine fascination on his face. “Of course, we won’t be talking here if she’s not close to you.” He paused and exhaled and stared at him with a bit widened eyes, like he couldn’t believe that Ambert was in front of him and they were about to talk. “I am in awe of billionaires,” he confessed. “I do, I really do. Rich people are my idols, and my goal is to be one.” He chuckled. “Billionaires are powerful people, I know that for sure.”

Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.