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These cheap market scraps? "Did you pocket the rest of the money?"

There was now silence in the room, each of them realizing what I meant. I leaned back into my head again, "I have money," I said. "A lot. But I didn't build what I have by writing cheques for beautiful presentations. I invest in businesses. Not in losses." Raymond straightened. He was working hard to hold his composure, and I could see the effort it took. "Mr. Vaughn…"

Mammon needed to enjoy a little he was wasting his eternal time in that office. He instantly got an idea.He called the best strippers club close to the bank.Sometimes Momo slept in his office,yes he was definitely a work addict.The hottest strippers money could buy would invade that lonely office savage and give him the ride of his life.Asmodeus just hoped he wouldn't sit them down and teach them world statistics.Once Asmodeus got him a hot celebrity who was really crushing on Mammon. He ended up teaching her his ideologies and she left without taking his number.She became a billionaire a year later.The classes helped but she didn't want to date her teacher.Imagine being horny and wanting to

Chapter 162 The accountant brought a new machine and inserted the bank card. It began to read all of sudden all the workers including the accountant and the manager knelt before him to apologize. In no time the overall boss rushed to the scene. And apologized to him for the humiliation he has gone through. His last words were very touching. He said don’t judge a book by its cover but the content of a book determines its worth. The reason was that this young man standing before you is the current wealthiest person in the whole Indo continent. Her card balances were reading in billions and in trillions of dollars. It was the manageress who attended to him.

Before I could even react, he pulled the old phone from his pocket and waved it in front of me. The screen didn't show code. Instead, it was a financial app I'd never seen before. A bunch of complicated charts and numbers filled the screen, none of which I understood. However, I could read the total assets number at the very top. There were more zeros than in my bank account. "W-what is this?" My throat went dry. "Your money," he said simply. "It's making more money on its own." He had taken my 40,000 dollars as seed money and built me a fully automatic money-making system without me knowing.

A toddler is crying somewhere to my left and a man in a suit is arguing into his AirPods. “I don’t know,” I mutter. “It just feels… too fast.” Carrie raises a brow. “Too fast?” “Yes, too fast.” I shift in my seat and lower my voice. “He barely knows me, Carrie. One minute I’m trying not to die of embarrassment in his father’s office, and the next minute he’s offering me a job in New York like it’s normal.” She shrugs. “Maybe it is normal when you’re a billionaire.” “That’s not comforting.”

I explained, “is like blood in the body. If it flows, the body lives. If it stops, parts of the body start dying. Right now, money flows upward from the poor to the rich and rarely comes back down.” I picked up a small stone and tossed it into the lake. Ripples spread outward. “If we put money into the hands of the poor through fair wages, small loans, or work, and they spend it, that money doesn’t disappear,” I said. “It moves. A laborer buys food. The shopkeeper earns. The shopkeeper hires helpers. The helpers earn wages. They spend again. This is how employment grows.” Sora’s eyes widened. “More employment,” I continued, “means more money in the hands of the ninety-five percent. More mone

Money moved before people even realized it was gone. That was Nyxara’s first memory after death—how currency slipped between hands like smoke, indifferent, untethered to conscience or sleep. Money never waited. It didn’t need to. It belonged to whoever could seize it, shape it, and unleash it. Right now, it answered to her. Loyal as a wolf at her heel, and just as hungry.

Afraid he might misunderstand, I hastily waved my hand, "No, nothing excessive. I don't want to ask you for money..." "Doll, anything that can be solved with money is the simplest. Even if you want any amount of money, I can provide it. I've never regretted a few pieces of paper." Nolan's words made me pause. He was the wealthiest man in the city, and even his undisclosed fortune was shocking. So for him, money was just paper, not the sweat, effort, and tears of hardworking people. And I was also bought by him with a huge sum just to satisfy a few moments in his extravagant world.

She looked tensed and angry. "Do you want a rightful answer or reality?" I replied, and she stood there, watching me, then crossed her hands and finally replied. "To what extent does a Holmes think money will cover his ass?" I exhaled and leaned on my desk. "Money is just a tool, a tool to whatever a Holmes desires. Money is the base we were raised in and the comfort we grow in. Its not about the luxury house, vehicles, trips or even hotels. Money is our freedom. It is a right that we obtain. Many people think money can't buy everything and they're right. Money buys sex, not love, friends but not company, marriage but not partnership. Someone like my dad took a lot of time and energy to buil