Blind Millionaire 소설 & 이야기

Of all the devastating, world-altering revelations of the day, that was her takeaway? "Chloe! Focus! The man I'm fake-dating was publicly cuckolded by his own brother, his life was destroyed, and his former friend is now his sworn enemy, who is apparently feeding information to the press and threatening me! This isn't a romantic comedy!" "Okay, okay, fine," she said, holding up her hands in surrender, though a mischievous glint remained in her eyes. "It's a dark romantic thriller. My point still stands. You have two billionaires in a tug-of-war over you. That's objectively hot."

Right there above her eyebrow, she had a mole the size of a small grape. I almost started laughing at how ridiculous she looked. "I'm not into plain and ugly," I told her flatly. Her jaw actually dropped open. "Wow. And here I was genuinely worried I might've hurt you. My bad." "You think I'm buying this accident story?" I shot back. "You definitely saw me leaving that club and thought..." "Oh yes," she interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's exactly what happened. I ride my beat-up bicycle around town every single night, just hoping to crash into random rich guys in expensive suits. Congratulations, you're tonight's lucky victim."

It was Adrian Bishop, a billionaire known for his cutthroat business tactics and an unwavering obsession with Ethan's success. "Amelia, Ethan, how lovely to see you," Adrian greeted us, his voice dripping with false charm. "I have a proposition for you. Care to join me for a little game of chance?" Ethan and I exchanged a glance, a mix of curiosity and caution flickering in our eyes. We had heard tales of Adrian's high-stakes gambling ventures, where fortunes were won and lost in the blink of an eye. We knew better than to underestimate his cunning and the lengths he would go to in order to achieve his goals.

"But if this is a double-cross..." "If it were a double-cross, I'd have sold you to the Hounds an hour ago," Blind Eye muttered. "Go. Take the service chute. It dumps into the sewers. It smells, but it's bulletproof." As Jack and Finch ran for the chute, Blind Eye sat alone in the belfry, listening to the wind. He reached into his pocket and touched a small, cold device. "I'm sorry, Jack," he whispered to the empty room. "But ten billion is a lot of leverage."

I covered my forehead with my palm waiting for the goddamned music being played to fvcking end! The car moves forward a bit and stopped again. It is really going to be a long night. "Well, damnit,my speaker developed a cold feet but we got a new one in! How about we flip the pages now? Winslow Miguel! Yea,yea,we can hear your screams,our dear listeners. Who is WM? He's the first billionaire on the list which has been updated thrice in this week,but guess what?! He is still topping it! He is really like the toppings on cake that never changes!

"The man in the suitcase? His brother. Looking for answers. Same as me." "Then who—" "Is pretending to be him?" He smiled. Wet teeth. "Your sister's new project. She doesn't cure people. She becomes them." He dropped over the rail. Gone. The buzzer rang again. Longer. Impatient. I walked to the door. Blind again. Slow. Counting steps I didn't need to count. Peeked through the fisheye. Lin. Alone. Sunglasses. White cane. Perfect victim. *Perfect predator.*

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.

He didn't even ask the price of the rings! He is a billionaire, Angela. He doesn't care about money. The price doesn't matter to him, Angela. Yeah right, I shouldn't be so much surprised. He is a billionaire and he can buy anything he wants. Whatever. I rolled my eyes at his cocky, arrogant attitude. I started looking around the showroom till Noah pays the bill. Suddenly something caught my eyes. Beautiful! It was a very beautiful diamond necklace, that caught my eyes. It was actually breath-taking!

Philip glanced at the bald man and said grimly, “I want to see how my mother-in-law lost the 100 million to you.” This was obviously a set-up. The bald man chuckled. “Brat, you’re not thinking of gambling too, are you?” Philip smiled faintly and said, “I won’t know until I try. Since this is caused by gambling, let’s solve it by gambling too.” When the bald man heard Philip say this, he immediately became interested and asked, “We have rules here. How much money do you have?” He had been in charge of this place for several years. He refused to believe someone could win him in a game. Originally, this scam was designed to lure Philip in and to blackmail a fortune out of him.

I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add.