Chloe Price Quotes Novels & Stories

“Clean that thing well, and I'll try again.” The sales attendant nodded and did what was asked. Clara swiped the second time, but it still read the same way. Declined. By this time, Clara’s face had paled. “H…How much is it?” The sales attendant kept a straight face, even though she was erupting with laughter inside. “It's ten million dollars, ma'am. It's a premium design from Da’Le Crux. It's the only one of its kind.” Clara's face grew paler. “I asked for the price, not some type of history.”

“This young lady, it’s not your fault you’re ugly, but coming to such an event looking like that and scaring people—that’s your problem. Don’t just stand there, leave quickly!” After speaking, Chloe stepped directly between Esther and Ian, blocking Esther so Ian couldn’t see her scratched-up face. Smiling brightly, Chloe raised her glass to Ian. “Hello, Chairman Yale. I’m Chloe Davenier, current CEO of the Davenier Group—” “Step aside.” Ian’s cold voice sliced through her words. Undeterred, she lifted her glass higher. “Chairman Yale, I toast to your good health and—” “I said, step aside.”

He asked with a raised eyebrow. Chloe motioned for Ollie to hand her the tablet. She handed it over to Alejandro. With a confident smile, she introduced herself as the CEO of Girly Lux. "I'm the CEO of Girly Lux, the largest lingerie house in New York. But I'm not satisfied with just being the biggest. I want to expand globally, and I think you can help me make that happen." Alejandro watched the presentation on the tablet. Chloe had compiled the most captivating presentation a lingerie company could ever gather, making sure to include the online trend that stormed the net a couple of weeks ago. She watched Alejandro's face for clues. He was smiling. She beamed.

another woman said impatiently. Janice stepped toward her, voice cold as ice. “If you were accused of something you didn’t do, would you pay for it just to shut people up?” Silence. No one dared to answer. Even the saleslady looked uneasy now. “Not everyone who wears expensive clothes is a good person,” Chloe said, her gaze flicking to Stelle. “Sometimes their pride costs more than any piece of fabric.” Stelle’s hands curled into fists, her nails digging into her palm. I knew this wasn’t over.

“Her recovery is delicate.” Chloe recovered quickly, smoothing her dress. “Of course. It’s a shame she hasn't taken a liking to me yet. Otherwise, I’d be the one staying behind to watch over her.” She paused, her gaze turning sharp. “Well, Alpha, let’s discuss the price of my services. What is the value you place on your sister’s mind?” This was the reason I had summoned her. I didn’t like owing debts to those outside my inner circle. Chloe looked down, a feigned shadow of modesty crossing her face. “Ethan, the initial gold you sent was more than enough. You don’t owe me another coin.”

I stated while crossing my arms. Chloe smiled that careless smile I had grown to resent and set her bags down on the marble floor. "I can't help it," she replied while pulling tissue paper out of one of the bags. "You know, being a billionaire CEO's wi..." "What billionaire?" I cut her off sharply, stepping toward her. "The same company, Hunt Enterprises, that you and I both know is about to collapse? Have you seen the news? Have you seen that Dorian's company is topping the market while you're here spending the little we have left?"

STERLING ENTERPRISES (STE) - DOWN 62% IN PRE-MARKET TRADING. Chloe stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, a steaming porcelain mug of black coffee held tightly between her hands. She wore a simple charcoal-grey silk blouse with the sleeves rolled up, her dark hair pulled back into a messy bun. "They're calling you a phantom," Chloe said softly, her voice carrying a dry, exhausted rasp. "Half the pundits on Bloomberg think you're a resurrected titan. The other half think you're a bio-engineered distraction created to trigger a short squeeze."

She shouldn't think too much about it. The car soon stopped in front of an elegant boutique. The large glass windows displayed beautiful gowns that looked like they belonged on celebrities. Chloe took a deep breath before stepping inside. Immediately, she was greeted by rows of luxurious dresses. Silk. Velvet. Satin. Every piece looked stunning. She slowly reached out to touch one of them before glancing at the price tag. Her eyes widened. She quietly placed it back. Maybe another one. She picked up another dress. The price was even higher. She swallowed hard. Why were dresses this expensive?

' she thought. “You went off from the position you were asked to stay in and began roaming the entire palace looking for whom would scream your cheap name. Is this all you do? You render yourself so cheap and ready for whatever opportunity you have to take advantage of other people right?” Chloe couldn’t help it anymore as soft tears began rolling slowly down her fat cheek, she wiped them off with the back of her palms and refused to be intimidated. “I am not even surprised, your family is cheap and a sell-out. I'm not surprised you are_______”

"Twelve million to Ms. Sterling! Ms. Frost, do you wish to counter?" Zara slowly set her paddle down on the white tablecloth. She looked directly at Chloe, a slow, wicked, terrifyingly serene smile spreading across her red lips. "No," Zara said clearly, her voice carrying through the silent room. "I think twelve million is a perfectly absurd price to pay for a piece of cloudy, D-grade quartz. Congratulations, Chloe. You just bought the most overpriced paperweight in the city. I hope Ethan’s credit card has a high limit."