Duke 400 Price Philippines Novels & Stories

“Yeah, the truly wealthy are always low-key. Unlike some kids who think they’re all that just because they’re driving a Valterra.” “That’s right. Maybe that Valterra isn’t even his. And now, he’s wrecked someone’s million-dollar car. Good luck paying for it.” The appraiser finished and reported to me, “Mr. Duke, your car’s been seriously damaged. Repairing it will cost almost as much as a new car, so it’s really not worth fixing.” I nodded and looked at Jason. “Pay up. Ten million. Not a cent less.” Jason’s cocky attitude had waned, but he still tried to argue. He said, “You’re just making stuff up. Did you hire someone to con me?

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

Duke Leon turned the chariot and his entourage into a shabby and shabby chariot before entering the country to avoid the uncomfortable attitude of the people of the country. After Duke Leon's business was over, he and his entourage happened to pass by the slave auction place at the same time that Altair's mother was being auctioned by the auctioneer. “Who wants to buy it? I will open it for 13,000 gold coins. ” shouted the large bald man. “13,000 gold coins? Isn't it too expensive for an ordinary woman? ” asked another buyer. "If you buy it, I guarantee you won't regret it." heard the head of the advanced auctioneer approaching one of the buyers in front of him.

Duke ordered him. "As you wish boss," Said the manager "And don't make any more copies of it," Duke said, and the manager froze. "Boss, some customers want to buy it. We are thinking of making it for them. They are willing to pay 250 million for each necklace price" The Manager said to him. "Do you really want me to repeat my words?" Duke asked him coldly. His aura turned cold. "No, Boss, I understand" The manager shuddered. "Good. Now go and make up a cheap bill for three dresses," Duke ordered him again.

he smirked teasingly. “Wow. You’re so arrogant. How much is one stick then? A thousand?” I sarcastically remarked. “No. This stick is worth $67,” he said, grinning. “Sixt— what?!” My brain turned into an instant calculator after hearing what he said. One stick costs $67, which converts to a whopping 3,691 Philippine pesos! And that’s just for one stick! I’ve been sacrificing over two months’ worth of salary for a pack of these cigarettes, geez!

Lamarre looked at her with an unpleasant face and said, "Lanox, a limited edition car. A hundred of that car is worth ten million dollars. Its reputation, charisma, and advertisements are far beyond the market value. You have to get at least ten million dollars." "The production of Phantasy Dream is still in progress, but it should be on a large scale. As Lanox has made you popular, people are excited for Phantasy Dream. The market value of this car is likely to reach tens of millions. You can make a hundred and fifty million dollars in a blink of an eye. As for Duke, you can make about a hundred million dollars with ease. Now that it's still not on the right track yet, two hundred million d

Ito ay isang limitadong edisyon ng Rolls-Royce. Ang panimulang presyo ay hindi bababa sa 20 milyon. Ngunit wala sa mga ito ang pinakamahalaga. Ang pinakamahalagang punto ay ang numero ng plate ng kotse na iyon ay naging tatlong na "9s", iilan lamang sa mga tao ang kayang bumili ng naturang plate number sa Luzon o sa buong Pilipinas.. Noong una, naisip niya na si Lisora ay nakasama lamang ng isang mayamang lalaki.

Nang tignan ni Mira kung magkano ang isinulat, halos hindi niya mapigilang tumawa. "Fifty Million? Ang cheap naman ng anak mo madam! Why not make it One Billion para worth it? With that Fifty Million, isang Ferrari Purosangue lang ang mabibili ko diyan which is around 45-55million, pagaabonohin ko pa si Aries ng 5million. How about my daily allowance at mga pang shopping ko? Hindi ba mas okay kung steady kami ni Aries para mas malaki pa ang makukuha ko?" nagkunwari siyang pinagiisipan ang ideya.

But this was Jessica—he dared not complain. Dominic's gaze drifted to her Ducati. "Follow you? That's just kids playing games." His voice was faint but steady. Jessica blinked. "What do you mean?" "Ducati V4. Its starting price is over 30,000 dollars." Dominic lit a cigarette. "You come from money, but no one takes you seriously at home. So you run around chasing danger, thinking it's exciting, when really it's pathetic." He smiled cruelly. "To me, you're nothing but a spoiled brat with no discipline. And you think you're worth following? What a joke."

From up there, the entire stretch of Metro Manila sprawled before her—concrete, chaos, and dreams wrapped in smog and sunlight. Her eyes fell on a copy of Forbes Business Magazine sitting on the side table, slightly crumpled from being read too many times. Duke’s face stared back at her from the cover. “The Billionaire’s Heir,” the title read in bold, gleaming letters. She reached for it slowly, tracing his jawline on the glossy page with her fingers as if it were some long-lost relic. According to the article, Duke was now one of the most promising and influential young businessmen in the country, following in the footsteps of his father who apparently owned several enterprises in Zambales.