Chloe Price Quotes Novels & Stories

The blonde announced with excitement in her eyes, "Eighty-five million! Eight-five million from Box Three!" Chloe almost fainted when she heard the price. She really liked the diamond. The first time she saw the diamond on the screen, she told herself that this diamond would be hers! Wearing this diamond could enhance her value, whether it was in an advertisement or a movie. As long as she had this valuable diamond, she would outclass every artist and wealthy lady. With this in mind, Chloe gritted her teeth, stood up from the corner, and carefully walked toward Jared. She then put up what she thought was the most beautiful smile and said, "Jared, this diamond is really beautiful, but I have

"We share everything in the same dormitory. I promised to compensate you, but you said over four hundred!" Chloe took out the bottle, "I bought this foundation to give to my mother as a birthday gift. Madam, please look; this brand costs over four hundred yuan!" Lyra looked at the brand of foundation; indeed, it cost that much.

“Chloe…” “No,” Chloe cut in immediately. “Don’t start with me this morning.” Zara looked at her properly now. “This cost money.” “And so does failing that interview,” Chloe replied without hesitation. “Consider this a strategic investment.” Zara let out a quiet breath, shaking her head as she reached out, her fingers brushing over the fabric. It felt as expensive as it looked. “You didn’t have to do this I've not even paid back for the groceries.” “I know,” Chloe said simply. “I wanted to.”

Not something an average person could afford. “I want this one but make it look better,” he said and Chloe groaned. “How better can it look? Dalvin, it costs a billion that is like a whole billion from the ones you have. It is insane.” she said and Dalvin turned to her. “No, it's not. It is for Aria, she is worth more than a billion,” he replied, and Chloe chuckled and shook her head. “Oh, it is so crazy to see you in love.” she chuckled as the employee picked what Dalvin picked then walked away.

She felt so cold out of nowhere and she didn't know what to do. "Grace Monet is sold for 15,000 dollars to Mr. Stone." The announcer announced and Chloe closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. She was next and after her was Samantha, at the end. "Next participant is Ms. Chloe Jones, twenty four years old business woman and a model. Everyone knows her, right?" The announcer joked but she was not in a situation to smirk at that right now. She was getting cold and nervous. It was harder than walking on the ramp for the first time.

Ideal in this situation. I didn’t need anyone to tell me I looked good; I already knew it. “Goddamn,” Luciano whistled. “Are you trying to charm the entire room or start a war?” I grinned as I tightened the final cufflink. “Can’t I do both?” Elias leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. “Are you sure you’re ready?” “I was born ready.” I looked at him directly. “You don’t want me to back down now, do you?”

28 million dollars he's demanded from you. I couldn't help but be amazed by how much Nicki cared about Joseph. I had once asked Nicki to help me buy a watch at a price of 300 thousand dollars. Yet, she refused to spend that much money on me. On the contrary, she was willing to spend more than one million dollars for Joseph. She must really love him. I tilted my head and looked at her. "Are you sure you want to take full responsibility so that he can get away with everything he's done?"

Claire appears almost immediately, calm and efficient as always. “Miss Vale, good afternoon. Mr. Hale left instructions for lunch whenever you wake. Would you like it served now?” I nod, suddenly shy. “Yes, please. Thank you, Claire.” She sets out a light meal. Scratch that, grilled chicken salad, fresh bread, and some fancy juice that probably costs more per bottle than my weekly groceries used to is no light meal.

Her voice shook with excitement. "This... this is century-old blood vine, the kind that grows only on sheer cliffs deep in the mountains. You can't buy this on the market. It's priceless!" Then she opened the bottle of salve, and her eyes nearly popped out. "Could this be... the black jade bone-mending salve lost for a century? My God, this purification technique, this potency..." Dr. Mercer suddenly looked up and stared at Mrs. Whitmore, asking urgently, "This half bottle of salve, plus these herbs, is worth at least three million!

After ten years studying interior design overseas, I came back to my hometown to do work that mattered to the people who raised me. I offered the full package, from site survey to soft furnishings. The materials were chosen by hand. The price was fair to the bone. The town had just gone through a redevelopment. Everyone was getting new units. With the new family policy, every family wanted a third bedroom too. My business was good. Customers from the next county were driving in. Then a girl just back from a city college kicked open my studio with her phone on a livestream and her neighbors at her shoulder. "This is the dishonest one. Look at her. She has been ripping the village off." "