Daddy's Best Friend Made Me A Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I came to visit you quite alright but I also came to deliver the invitation letter to the opening party of my latest nightclub to you.” With that, he brought out an intricately-designed card and placed it on my desk. “So soon?” I asked, perusing the card. “Didn't you just start building the club? Nine months ago?” “When you have money, things are very easy,” Damon winked. “They sure are,” “You really are something, Niccolo. I still can't believe you managed to turn our parents' bankrupt company into a multi billion company.” He said. “At a young age at that. You truly inspire me.”

There was the usual mockery in his voice, as if reminding me how, for the past five years, I'd clung to him in debasing humiliation, using my money to buy his time and keep him happy. Sherry Tate stood a little behind him, her fingers curling against the hem of her clothes. Her red-rimmed eyes only made her seem even more fragile and pitiful. And there it was again. I heard that crisp, childlike voice coming from her belly. "Take the card already, Daddy! Invest those two million dollars into Burkcoin, and in ten years, its value will shoot up by three thousand times! You can become the richest man in the country eight years earlier than before.

How will we ever thank you for this? He laughed. I guess you really don’t know his worth? What do you mean? Dad, stop, she doesn’t care. You’re taking this too far. But she should know. He turns to me, Adira, and Magnus is a billionaire. I looked at him. Then back to his dad. It doesn’t mean anything to me, Mr. Unds. I grew up in a royal pack, never needed anything fancy, and I won’t need it now. If you really are serious about investing in building, I will definitely make it my project.

“I convinced my father to be one of his first investors when his own father disowned him.” “Wait – so he’s not a criminal?” I ask, surprised. “No,” he says, offended. “Why would I go get help from a criminal?” “Because we’re… never mind. Did that help him a lot?” “Helped make him a billionaire.” “Oh…” “Plus I dropped some other clients and designed a building for him back in LA, too, a while back.” “I would lead with the whole ‘helped make you a billionaire’ thing rather than the ‘I designed a building for you.’”

“But Dad, he's a billionaire. What do I have that a billionaire would want?” He hugged me tighter. “Everything. “What?” I sniffled. “Everything.” Dad smiled at me, his green eyes full of love. “You are smart and beautiful. Even as a billionaire, he's still just a man. A man who obviously wants you to be happy.” I looked at the letter. Bastian had gone above and beyond, giving me my heart's desire. And without asking for anything in return. Even far away, he was still making my world better.

he patted my head and complimented. “ Nah, I rather stick to luxury life,” I declined. Counting money, making major monetary decisions and earning in billions was a lot more fun. “ I couldn't expect anything less from my son,” dad was proud. “ Oh right, I nearly forgot my leg is itchy. Could you help me out, daddy?” I went back to my toddler self. * * * *

I appreciate her for that but I stopped her from doing that already. I suddenly smile, remembering the congratulations from Richard and the trouble I went through just to achieve that. I feel I need to appreciate my innovative team for a job well done. I need to increase their salary so they can be motivated to work more for me. As for the Japanese deal, Chloe and I will handle it. I smile broadly as I find my way to my bedroom. I am gradually achieving all I have planned for and my heart glows with joy when it dawns on me that I am doing all of this without my father's help. I am doing this all alone. I am doing this without consulting my father for any reason and I am doing this in a great

He was scared to contact his best friend, Timothy Anthony, because previously he had given him billions of rand, but he failed to pay him back. He woke up and kissed his wife and went to the living room. His lovely daughter Macy Michael was going to the living room as well. “Happy birthday daddy, may the Lord bless you with many more years.” said Macy, smiling brightly at her father. Her father kissed her on both cheeks and said, “Thank you my lovely daughter, much appreciated. Why did you wake up so early today?” Macy smiled and replied, “I wanted to give you breakfast in bed daddy. I know that the company is facing difficulties. I wanted to cheer you up and put a smile in your face.”

Daren fumed, expecting to see her cower in fear after he introduced himself, but he was disappointed as she only snickered, walking away. Everyone knows how big his father's company was in and outside the USA. His father was literally a billionaire, and that had actually earned him fear and extreme respect. He got everything he wanted with the snap of his fingers, including every female he wished to have. Now that his father was about to give him the largest share of his company, it could mean his life was about to go smoother. He was actually very popular for his perfect cuteness, which was like a charm to all girls.

I shook her hand, my eye noticing the large diamond rock on her finger, "How's your dad doing? He must be pleased that you're finally settling down?" Caleb came from money, lots of it. His father was a well-known businessman, and one of the most notorious billionaire players. He always had a different woman on his arm. "He is, but Gramps is pretty pissed with him. Mind if we join you?" "Not at all," I offered a smile to Selma. Caleb and I had been inseparable since we met at school, I had been fourteen and he was fifteen. We had dated from the ages of fifteen and sixteen to twenty and twenty-one.