Billions And Billions Book Novels & Stories

Anne suggested. As soon as she finished her words, the whole crowd burst into an uproar. “What? Fifty billion dollars! Oh my God! Really?” “Did she actually say fifty billion? Who was this woman? How could she utter out such an amount so care freely?” everyone was dumbfounded. Joshua on the other hand was scared out of his wits. Was his mother for real? Fifty billion dollars?! Ysabelle was also astonished. Meanwhile , Richard was the only one who felt that this was normal. Anne had gambled several times and Richard was usually next to her whenever she did. He remembered that there was a time when Anne had even won a hundred billion dollars in a game.

On a table by the window, there were two cups of tea prepared. The bodyguards around Grandma Bailey pulled the chair for her. Charmine walked over and sat down opposite Grandma Bailey. She remained calm. With a wave of Grandma Bailey’s hand, the bodyguards understood and backed away. The vast space only housed Charmine and Grandma Bailey left. She said nothing. She took out a check and placed it on the table. “Charmine, here’s two hundred billion. Leave Anthony.” Two hundred billion? What concept was two hundred billion?! The Jordan Group had just gotten back up on their feet, though their worth was less than two hundred billion. To be fair, many of the well-reputed moguls had never seen the

“Bill, please. What is the total?” By then, the store assistant had printed the long, long bill and said with a smile, “Miss, we’ve already completed the calculation. There are ninety-eight items in total, and that will be 2.18 million!” “How much?” In an instant, Benjamin quivered. “2.18 million.” “This…” Benjamin gasped as his expression faltered while Claire was dumbstruck. Tyr walked over and said with a bright smile, “It’s just a little over two million. Can’t you pay this bit of money?”

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"It's not that simple." I let the story flow from the lips of the elder. Occasionally, he sighed and closed his eyes. I could feel that this Jackson William, too, was burdened. Like a leech that clings on, sucking all the benefits from the host's body. Once satisfied, it leaves the weakened starting point. With any gust of wind, collapse is inevitable. That's Annomali Enterprise now. "Debt of gratitude is really hard to erase, Krystal. Every time Papi takes a step forward, Phillip reminds with his cunning, a thousand times."

As an elementary school principal, Gwen Stanton was used to having few surprises in her everyday life. She couldn't even dream that, on that fateful morning, she would come face to face with a young billionaire, a vision from her past. And bound forever, however unwittingly, to the most important part of her life.

“The temperature is too hot for pregnant women.” “Usually true, but with this one you can control the temperature.” Mei offered. “Would you look at that? Control…over something. How nice.” I stated. “Let’s go look at it, shall we?” I was so annoyed with the boys. Did they have to be on the opposite side of everything? Elevator, no elevator. Pool, no pool. And why on earth did they think they got to dictate everything? Right. They were spoiled billionaires who grew up as only children. They didn’t have to share or negotiate or probably ever been told no when they wanted something. I was now grateful I was having twins. They would at least learn that the world doesn’t revolve around them.

She found herself unable to quit laughing for some reason. "I'm serious." "And who says you aren't?" She stood to her feet sharply, startling him. "You are a fucking billionaire, how can you not have any investments, you mean to say your acting career and your father's work automatically made you a billionaire, who the hell do you think you're kidding?" She challenged him.

It was way beyond what a cub could understand. Tyler cleared his throat and started counting the digits with his finger. Charles pointed at the first digit. “That’s a one.” Tyler groaned. “Buddy, you broke my count! Now I have to start over!” “You’re slow, Uncle Tyler! Just take a picture and show Collins! He’ll know what it is in a second! He doesn't have to count like a pup!” Charles smirked. “Or ask your boyfriend Brandon! He’s way smarter than you!” Tyler’s face turned red. “Charles, I know exactly what this is. It’s one billion, fifty million.”

Ingrid messaged me at last, feeling completely distraught as she begged me to lend her 800,000 dollars for the surgery. I had been attending a banquet with my dad at that time and didn't see her message until very much later. However, as soon as I saw it, I immediately transferred the money to her. Yet, her second message popped up almost at the same time. She sounded absolutely in despair. "I'll do anything you want as long as you'll lend me the money!"