Chloe Price Quotes Novels & Stories

Everyone was looking at me, waiting for my response. A few genuinely concerned ones said, "Michelle, we finally met Chlo. How can you let her foot the bill? Let's stick to the old rule and go Dutch." I was about to speak, but Michelle interrupted, "Forget it! Going Dutch? Chlo is no ordinary person now. She's the renowned Chloe Hartz in the Foswood construction industry. You're going to make her laugh. Go Dutch? What's on this table is nothing to her."

said Claire with a noncaring tone . " Claire , I never knew you were such a coward . You backed away when you heard the punishment . Considering the good amount of money that you are going to get , kissing my feet shouldn't sound too bad for you . " said Chloe with a smirk . " I just think it's not worth it.........But.......if you make it up to a hundred thousand dollars , I will gladly accept . " said Claire with an innocent smile . " Look Edward ! It was the unfortunate fate of our school to have a poor and normal person like her . " said Chloe looking at Claire with a judging look .

"Excuse me?" "You want to talk about insulting the family name?" I countered, taking a slow, deliberate step toward his desk. "Chloe has bankrupted three separate trust accounts in the last twenty four months. She has racked up six figures in credit card debt funding a lifestyle she hasn't earned, while I am currently bleeding capital trying to manage a burnt warehouse, a logistical nightmare in Madrid, and a PR crisis. She doesn't know how to read a basic financial spreadsheet, let alone open a P*F, so no, I am absolutely not handing her a Vice President title."

“Follow me.” And just like that, Chloe was swept into the inner sanctum. They treated her like royalty… offering bottled water with lemon slices, plush seating while racks of clothes were brought to her, private dressing rooms lined with velvet curtains. Shoes, dresses, bags… more beauty than she’d ever seen in one place. But with every price tag she touched, her stomach twisted tighter. $3,200. $8,600. $12,000. A bag could feed a family for a year. A pair of heels cost more than three months of her mother’s medication. She was surrounded by things she was supposed to want, was told to want but her chest ached with the weight of it all.

Her eyes accidentally landed on the astronomical price tag, and her face paled again. After years of scrimping, her habit of checking prices was hard to break. The number on the tag shocked her. The sales associate's smile grew even brighter. "Miss, just try it on! You have such a great figure, and you're so pretty—this outfit will make you look at least twenty years younger." Florence had noticed Chloe's reaction to the price tag, her lips curling into a sneer. "My brother didn't give you any money? Seems like you've still got a long way to go to win his affection. I'll give this to you today!"

She did not respond right away. On the other end, Stella was idling scrolling through her phone at the psychology research institution. She wondered why Chloe had yet to reply. Had she figured out the connection or did she think the price was too steep and was unwilling to pay? '15 thousand should be chump change to her,' Stella thought, wondering whether to offer a discount. Her thoughts were interrupted when her phone buzzed. Chloe had sent an address. The deal was on.

pointing at the necklace on the billboard, named Love in a Fallen City, with the price tag of thirty million dollars. Chloe laughed out loud and said, “Are you daydreaming? If you can afford it, I will kneel down and lick your feet!”

"Clarice, are you resorting to force?" "Don't mistake my patience for weakness," Clarice replied, her tone icy. "Sign the agreement while I'm still willing to offer you anything at all." Ethan loomed over her, his height casting a shadow. "Then name your price." "My price," Khloe said, meeting his gaze without a flicker of fear, "is everything my father left me. Not a single cent less." "Then you leave us no choice," Ethan said, his voice turning cold and hard as the guards closed in.

Chloe asked and soon, she was aware of Gilly's presence, behind her, looking at the magazine too. "The greatest one yet. The hardest and the most iconic." "Prize?" She asked as well as receiving a glare from Gilly. "A seven hundred thousand dollars." Chloe let out a shaky breath, resolute to get involved but unaware of the dangers ahead. As Chloe snapped out of her thoughts, she looked around the temple and yelled. "The night may pass away and the flowers may be withered. But I tell you, Maya, that I will make sure I see the end of you when you least expect it." She ended it with a growl and her face transformed.

Although the dress was sure of its quality since it was from the best fashion designer in Beijing, the price was alarming. “That is too expensive for a dress. Keep in your card, let us negotiate. ” Alexa smiled as she walked to the counter and placed it on the counter. “How much is it?” “30 million dollars, Ma'am. Should I wrap it up for you?” “I will take it. ” Khloe Smith smirked as she pushed her black card to the cashier. “I will take all the colors and styles of the cloth since some people can not afford it ”