Chloe Price Quotes の小説・ストーリー

"And Chloe? What lie are you telling her?" "Ah, Chloe," Ivan murmured, a subtle, predatory amusement touching his lips. "She is the real threat. She is independent, smart, and driven by protective instinct. She knows you too well. If she thought you were truly missing, she would start looking for the truth, not the lie." He pulled out his phone, tapping the screen a few times. "So, I preempted her. I had Dmitri’s PR team plant a very quiet, specific narrative among your closest professional contacts and artists. The rumor is perfectly tailored to your established personality."

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." "

Then I created an anonymous email address and posted the message on a business forum where wealthy people sometimes posted for private arrangements and personal assistants. My finger hovered over the mouse. "If this works, Lily lives," I whispered. I clicked post. Nothing happened for a long time. I sat there watching the screen, feeling more foolish by the minute. Then a notification sound came from the computer. One new email. I clicked it. The message inside was short. It was just two lines that read: I am interested in your offer. Name your price. It was signed: L. K.

Or worse, she’d kill herself in my body, and we’d both be gone. “Chloe,” we're back. Come down, we brought Squishy. That was Chloe’s mother, Evelyn. Squishy? I whispered to myself. What? Who's squishy. I rushed downstairs immediately as the calls didn't end. Chloe's parents looked exhausted. "The vet says he’s fine, Chloe. Just a bit of a stomach bug," she said, not even looking at me as she set the carrier down. "Come say hello to your precious Prince. I'm going to get a glass of wine."

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Caroline?” Caroline looks up. Her smile is small and perfect and cold. “Stunning as always, Serena. That coat is divine.” “Thank you.” My voice is polite the way Liam likes. Chloe finally lifts her eyes. She is twenty-four, three years younger than me, but sometimes she looks fifteen with that baby face and huge blue eyes. Today her blonde hair is in two low braids, innocent schoolgirl style, but the dress she’s wearing costs five thousand dollars and shows half her chest. She stands up and hugs me, arms tight around my neck, perfume sweet and heavy.

"Was it pricey?" Chloe looks up and down the empty hallway, then she leans in and whispers, "I got it for a song, honestly. But my entire staff thinks it's worth a million dollars because of the sheer quality of the brushwork." A small smile tugs at my lips. We finally reach Chloe's private office, a spacious room overlooking the LA skyline, and take our respective seats across a glass desk. Chloe drops the casual banter, her expression turns serious.

Royal Park was located in the middle of the rave city, and due to complete infrastructure around it, the prices of its houses had soared high in recent years. The two-story villa under Chloe's name had a yard of its own, and its thee has already had risen to about 100 million. After closing the door, Chloe turns around to gaze at the villa in front of her before pressing the doorbell right away. Soon after, an older woman in her early fifties came to open the door. she sized up Chloe with a puzzled expression .“May I ask who you are looking for?”.

"Twenty million dollars." I laughed. I laughed so hard that tears nearly came out. Chloe glared at me, her expression darkening. "Miss White, is that not enough? That’s the price I’m offering for you sticking by Julian while he rebuilt his career. If you weren’t the White family’s heiress, you wouldn’t even get a cent." She stepped closer, her arrogance unmistakable. "I have a hundred ways to make sure you walk away not only with nothing but in debt." I was so amused I actually laughed.

The doctors immediately sprang into action, bringing out various equipment to begin emergency treatment. Meanwhile, a young nurse, though frightened of Jaclyn's fury, still stammered, "B-But Ms. Prescott, you personally ordered us not to treat Mr. Shaw's parents unless he waited in line and paid the fees first. You said you needed to 'avoid any conflict of interest.' "The fee was only 2000 dollars, but Mr. Shaw, as your husband, had to request it from Mr. Williams, and Mr. Williams only gave him 20 dollars. That's what led to Mrs. Prescott's death."