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Not to mention that Alard's figure often appears on social media as well as national news because of the man's good looks and success at a young age. Coming from a noble family, Alard Gem Lodewijk often becomes a hot topic of discussion on social media. Many women idolize Alard, the paparazzi smile with pride. It was his biggest success being a freelance cameraman to get this kind of work material on Faye and Alard. The news about the beautiful model's date with the CEO of GLW Company is sure to be hot news to discuss. "This will be the most expensive project in my career as a paparazzi," said the man who had captured Faye's time together with Alard Gem Lodewijk in front of Faye's hotel room

Yeah, this is totally #theworld’sworstplanever. “Absolutely not.” I stand up so fast that even I’m shocked. I don’t know where my sudden blasé attitude is coming from or the shrug of my shoulders that says I don’t really give a crap. “Well, I guess you’re screwed then.” “If I’m screwed, then so is this whole place.” “That’s not true. You’ll be able to rule your kingdom from anywhere with an internet connection. Ireland, or wherever it is.” Leon is up and out of his chair, breathing like he just completed a triathlon with some extra intense running and swimming and crap. He jerks open the top buttons of his shirt, revealing his scar, and his eyes are absolutely wild. My heart skitters in my c

Two million dollars was more than necessary, and four million dollars was simply too much! Not wanting to become the laughing stock, Brie lifted her paddle in the air again and said, "Five million dollars!" A smile made its way to Caroline's face as she calmly raised her paddle and said, "Ten million dollars." The crowd inhaled sharply. Ten million dollars … Was she out of her mind? Or was the rumor true that she'd gotten herself a rich man and was now capable of squandering so much money?

Strong enemies. I sighed, and walked back to my seat. *** The wide, happy, and welcoming smile beamed on my lips, only because I was going to see my cupcake. We hadn't seen each other yesterday, which was the reason I decided to pay him a visit. Of course, as a billionaire, his house was, so, so, enormous. Bigger than mine, I thought. Well, I wouldn't say it was finer than mine, since I had a better knowledge in interior designs.

When in fact my whole world was spinning in front of me threatening to crash. My mind leapt to Zane Cross, the billionaire whose signature could change the fortunes of cities. I shoved the thought away. I would not go begging, to a man who thought kindness was a power play. We helped Dad dress, his jokes brittle at the edges. “Guess I’m too stubborn for my own liver,” he said, patting my shoulder. “I’ll be fine. Just a tune-up.” I was a bit relieved he wasn't broken down by the news, at least not yet. It wouldn't do him or us any good.

Lena stepped closer, holding her phone out, “there’s an article. It just dropped a few minutes ago, someone took photos at the boutique, it's spreading fast.” Isabel sat up straighter, “photos?” Lena scrolled to the headline. “'Is Isaac Dun Using Women as Baby Factories? Mystery Woman Spotted with Billionaire Outside Private Boutique.'” The blood drained from Isabel’s face and her fingers tightened around her fork. “What? What does that even mean? We didn’t do anything wrong-” Lena looked to Isaac, “I can talk to our team, we can try to delete the photos and get the headline taken down before it spreads any further.”

Scarlett hesitated “ I mean, I trust him to a fault.” Cassian Blackwell had walked into their lives when Roxy and Scarlett took a one way ticket to restart their lives in California. He had held Scarlett’s calloused palms with a baby about to be born inside her and invested in her dreams. He always told her he saw potential in her. He was her first investor in Monroe Luxe. Co, now among the top selling venture firms on the West Coast. He was also an enigma with his own empires. Ruthless in business, one of his Industries in Manhattan- Blackwell Industries was always a threat to the Ashbourne Empire .

The memory of that night in Hawaii—the taste of her, the sound of her laugh, the way she looked at me not with sycophantic awe, but with a fiery, defiant challenge—it’s branded into me. It has never happened before. No woman has ever lingered like this, a ghost in my boardrooms and a phantom in my penthouse. “Sir, I think you should watch this.” My secretary’s voice cut through the turmoil. His tone was carefully neutral, but I caught the underlying tension. He handed me a tablet. On the screen, a headline blazed in bold, black type, accompanied by a crystal-clear photo of Emily and me during one of our dates. “FROM ONE BILLIONAIRE TO ANOTHER: THE MYSTERIOUS MS. CARTER, THE ONLY ONE WHO CONQ

She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add. "But I hope he's staying long as our professor and not just here for a project or something."