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“Just make sure you turn up early for work. And no hang-over.” She was fixing his tie, “You have to shave this beard at some point. It growing really big and bushy. You’re barely recognizable! And you bet, I’ll avoid the hang-over the whole day! Where is this Ms Gladys? She must be in here by now,” the secretary went to check on her and she found her behind the door. She managed to get her in. The woman saw Bowman and Bowman saw the woman. They were both as shocked. She knew he was familiar. The man was familiar to Bowman, the world known billionaire. The one owner of the International Transport Unit services. The one owner of a company that every person wanted to work for.

Definitely a dream come true! The taxi made a stop at one of the diverse looking skyscraper , it was enormous , blown away , in awe of where she was likely to be working from now on .Not that she expected anything less! Ofcourse it was the Blazzer .The almighty Blazzer Tech company that manufactured all typoes of electronics. We are here. She heard the driver who seemed rather impatientsay.

, and I told Pauline to return to check the serum again. Tyler and Donovan followed me, as well as one of the black cars parked along the courtyard of the house. I didn't have to say out loud where I intended to go, because my entire team was aware that Finley "my personal hacker" had given me the location of Becca's father, who at the time was not hospitalized or arrested, but living in a house in the suburb of New Jersey.

"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."

Good, so good. Donna thought she needed a break, a vacation on an island. Blake didn't take vacations. She needed to work, just push past the block and write. She didn't need the money, she was rich, filthy rich, really. Her gran's inheritance was enough to have her retire on a private island, and her five books had done extremely well. Blake loved writing, getting words on a page, taking her readers on a journey through exotic lands and monster-filled forests. That was what she loved to do. This block was an irritation she didn't need now. And Donna's idea of a vacation was bad, it would just take her away from her work and doing what she loved. Blake cocked her head as she heard her phone

He could play outside without Scott worrying that someone was going to take his picture or kidnap him. During the drive to the mansion, Scott’s cell phone rang like he was at a call center. The first call was from his VP, the second was from the public relations department, and the third was from his secretary. There was a fourth call from his foreman of Jenkins Construction, but Scott let that go to voicemail. He couldn’t deal with the foreman’s questions at the moment. The guys he employed at Jenkins didn’t know he was really Scott Kelly, the billionaire CEO of the biggest construction company in Florida. Apparently, Kelscot had been overrun with phone calls from reporters, gold-diggers, a

Janella asked in disappointment at how Evelyn looked so happy with Adrian like they were really dating each other. "Janella, what are you doing? Don't make it affect you. You can find better than Adrian. He's just handsome, but not as rich as the man you will marry soon," her mother reassures her, and she nodded with a grin. Later that night, Adrian and Evelyn found themselves in Adrian's cozy apartment. It was here that Evelyn discovered a truth about Adrian's financial standing. "I'm sorry about this, but my family isn't really well-off. In short, we're not really rich," Adrian confessed with honesty.

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

He smiled, "My grandmother's grandmother was among the first ones who raised their voice for a free nation." "It's good to hear. Before we go off track, let me tell you that back then, the owners of such vast estates weren't just rich, they were filthy rich! They didn’t keep their gold and silver in safes hidden behind portraits or in locked chests like we see in movies and cartoons. Those were old-fashioned places to hide wealth in. That's why they built bunkers, vaults, and chambers beneath their houses to stash away treasure, weapons, sometimes even prisoners." The others listened to him with wide eyes. "The old Bloomcrest royals didn’t trust anyone, not even each other. Every mansion aro

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.