Book Review The Millionaire Next Door นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I chose it. Far from the city. Far from distractions. Far from whatever friends you have.” “Jess is not some whatever friend, Mr. Hilton, It wouldn’t take anything from you to be nice to people,” she continued. “Or to say something kind for once in your life.” I let out a low, amused laugh. “I’m a businessman,” I said. “Tell me, where do you think being nice would take me?” She crossed her arms. “I don’t know, maybe human decency?” “All that I have, all that I own—you think I acquired it by being nice?” my voice was sharp, taunting. “No one respects a nice man—”

I sat on the swing chair and had a glass of wine beside me as I began to read. Rich Dad Poor Dad, a book known to have transformed many lives. Though it was not my first time reading this book, I preferred to always read and read it again. As I was reading, the mansion was quiet but the TV was on—with the mute on. I was about to flip the page of the book to another when my eyes suddenly caught Tyler’s face on the news. I squinted my eyes. What has he done this time? I picked the remote from the center table and unmuted the TV, but with a minimal volume.

, Carmilla replies, with a little smile in her face, even if Harrison could not see it. As they continue talking, Carmilla and Harrison delves deeper into the world of business and finance. They discussed everything from market trends to investment strategies. Meanwhile, Mia who had been awake lying beside Carmilla, listening to their conversation felt a little bit pity for the two. “ I mean, who discusses about business deals late in the night with their partner”, she ask herself, staring at Carmilla who is enjoying the conversation with her husband. “ I thought it was only in movies, but now I see that we still have boring couples in this universe”, Mia concludes to herself as she drift ba

Now, surely, she would cave in. Vera looked at my evidence sheets with doubt written across her face. She looked at me. I think I had a face like thunder approaching. 'Sultan, Millicent. What are you thinking?' 'You still can’t see the connection, can you?' 'Not really.' 'That’s because you are so used to rich people being able to buy their privilege at the expense of those with much less that you think it is the norm. Sometimes you manage to get the poor to pay for your privilege, like in the banking crash and farm subsidies.'

chapter FOUR So there I was, lost in a mansion I totally didn’t belong in. I wondered if all millionaires—or was Henry Nash a billionaire?—let broke, unknown guys like me wander through their homes unescorted? It would be too easy for me to pickpocket something and resell it. I mean, a single painting, or clock, or statue could pay for months’ worth of rent or groceries.

The headline occupied the most expensive real estate in the Sunday paper. CITY A'S BOY WONDER: HOW A HOMELESS CHILD BUILT A BILLION-DOLLAR EMPIRE. Margaret bought six copies before breakfast. Chris claimed six was excessive. Margaret calmly informed him that pride was not a condition known for moderation. By lunchtime, one newspaper had found its way to a neighbor, another to Chris's younger sister, another to the woman at church who still remembered Charles as "that quiet little boy with the haunted eyes."

We both looked at her. “Allison’s family has been struggling financially for the past two years,” Fiona said. “Her father’s business collapsed. They lost the house they grew up in. She has been supporting her parents on her own salary which isn’t enough.” She paused. “Natalie Smith has a great deal of money and a great deal of motivation to spend it on people who can get her what she needs.” Kate stared at her mother. “How do you know about Allison’s family?” “Because I pay attention to the people around you,” Fiona said simply. “I always have.”

I said at last, “I will deal with it when it does.” Joe held my gaze for a second, then gave a respectful nod and left the study. When the door closed behind him, I stood alone in the quiet room and looked toward the staircase outside, as if I could somehow see through walls. Upstairs was a woman who had walked into my life by accident and changed its shape in less than two days. And for the first time in years, I found myself thinking not about the bargain I had made, but about the cost of wanting more than the bargain allowed.

“This could change everything for you.” “It’s not just about money,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly. “I won’t lose myself in this… whatever it is you want.” He studied me for a moment, trying to understand why I was so resistant. Did he really believe that taking his offer would mean losing myself? Just then, Sam rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. “Evelyn! You can’t be serious!” I turned to my friend, torn between joy and fear. “Think about it!” Sam urged. “He’s a billionaire! This is dangerous!”