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asked Madame Claire, “Are you brain dead? You must have gone insane. Why don’t you just tell us that you own Thousand Miles Conglomerate? Get out of our home now before you spread your craziness around here!” Alex glared at Madame Claire. He wanted to tell her that he truly was the owner of Thousand Miles Conglomerate so badly. However, even if he said it, no one would believe him, just as Dorothy thought he was crazy when he told her he had ten billion dollars. It was indeed difficult for anyone, even himself, to believe it was true.

She was in love and that was enough for her. ******** Selena and Chris’s meeting each other was fated, as Selena would always say. Chris was not a popular kid in school. He was more of a bookworm and nerd that minded his business, and hardly mingled with the other students in school. Selena, on the other hand, was popular; not by choice but because of her rich father Mr. Harry Delacroix, a shrewd businessman who owned the biggest bank in New York and had huge investments in agriculture, oil, and gas, and the latest technology, His mind churned with business ideas and after his divorce, he had refused to remarry but only dated and grew his holdings. He was also a well-known philanthropist and

Axel's voice resounded sternly. "I thought you were telling a joke. So..." Daisy took a deep breath, intending to lecture Axel on morality, but he defeated her first. "Furthermore, never teach the wealthy how to spend their money. It's my money, and I have the right to use it as I please." Axel emphasized, "You should be grateful to be the lucky one receiving a large sum of money. An amount that could take many years, perhaps even a lifetime, for you to earn. Anyone would be enticed and willingly throw themselves into my proposition like a moth to a flame. Only fools would reject such an appealing offer. And you truly are a fool, both ignorant and..."

Alice's heart raced, contemplating her bold move to offer herself in marriage without meeting her future spouse, only to find herself in a surprisingly favorable situation. 'Isn't that Andrew Kingston, the famed business tycoon? Word has it that even Richie Rich can't tally up the sheer number of businesses he commands. And, as if that's not enough, he's the singular force behind Royman Productions, consistently delivering box office hits. Is he born into wealth, or is there a lucky charm in play?'

Only one person who has created a business myth can stand up to this sentence in the past five years. That was Kang DENNIS, who was only twenty-eight years old this year and had a very common background history. An orphan, without any family. A young rich man standing at the forefront of the gaming circle, and two more adjectives in front of him, handsome, gold, cold but single. Such an excellent person, but extremely rare, had not had any scandals in the past few years. No wonder he was favored by Prince Ryan Cruz. The hostess guessed who Ryan Cruz liked in an instant, but since Ryan didn't specify who it was, he must have his concerns.

I’m way richer. For a moment, the words didn’t quite register. “You are not serious,” I blurted, though I could tell from the look he was giving me that he was, in fact, dead serious. “Rachael, the Crawfords are well off. They have built their wealth over generations, clutching onto their oil empire. As for me, I have built an empire from nothing. Every dollar I have, every company I’ve acquired, every deal I’ve closed is all mine. The Crawfords play in sandboxes. I own the beach.”

Investors flocked in, and our first round of investment reached fifty million. Surprisingly, by the end of the year, our revenue had reached a staggering one hundred and fifty million. We also caught the peak of the e-commerce era, with all our projects blossoming. At a young age, I became a multimillionaire. My "Helping Farmers Live" team traveled all over the country, not only solving sales problems for countless farmers but also promoting local history and culture. When I had nothing urgent to attend to, I personally joined the team, doing small things behind the scenes.

So many topics were created. #NancyExaggeratedWeddingMoney130KActually1300 #GroomKicksPregnantBrideCausingMiscarriage Some shot to the top of trending lists, racking up millions of discussions within just a few hours. Netizens were furious. [My god, I've really seen it all now. Even monsters can disguise themselves as people these days?] [This is ridiculous. Doesn't he know how much money his own family has? What kind of idiot is he?]

At that moment, the auctioneer's voice rang out. "$300,000 once, $300,000 twice. Any higher bids?" "I'll bid $350,000!" a voice suddenly called. I turned toward it. It was Miss Zabel from West City, a notorious and wealthy socialite. She was scanning me up and down with a blatantly provocative gaze. Jasmine's face darkened further. I knew she was not interested in the watch. She wanted me. If I accepted her money, I would be accepting her. The last shred of hesitation in my heart vanished the moment I saw the glance exchanged between Jasmine and Miss Zabel.

Pete continued. “Dante's practically next in line to run the entire empire! We're talking billions, Annie!” Sherita leaned closer. “And he's notorious! Rich, gorgeous, arrogant, and apparently impossible to intimidate.” I considered that for a moment. Then shrugged. “Yeah, well… rich asshole or not, he was wrong.” Pete stared at me before bursting into laughter. “Dyanna Croft, you are officially the craziest person I know!” I grinned. “Good. Now somebody order pizza. All that billionaire nonsense made me hungry.”