Duke 400 Price Philippines Novels & Stories

Kaze said with a smile, “Congratulations, babe. You acquired the land with just ten billion dollars. “The price is five billion dollars below your anticipated price point too.” What? Darcy won the bid. All she would pay was just ten billion dollars. Everybody was stunned. With the win coming unexpectedly, Darcy asked in a daze, “What? I won the bid with just ten billion dollars?”

It would definitely cost a lot to buy this in B City. “Are you the customer on Stormchase? Hop on,” Monique reached out her small face, blinking her bright eyes, then she went down and opened the door for that young man who had dumbfounded and standing there for a long time. “This is a Maserati! Are you Stormchase’s driver who has been taking requests?” The young man sounded amazed and opened his mouth wide in shock, that it could even fit a huge duck egg.

His pupils dilated with a look of genuine, disturbing hunger flashing in his eyes, craved not for my body, but for the power radiating off it. "I’m here because you look... useful," he whispered, "more than you were an hour ago. Tell me, Sienna, does it hurt to be that valuable?" "Useful." I spat the bitter word right back at him. "God, you’re an idiot. Is that all you see? A battery? A weapon?" "Everyone has a price," Duke replied, abandoning his usual logic as he leaned closer with eyes locked on mine. "Most people are too dull to even realize they’ve been bought, but you... you’re the only human who calls me by my name without a tremor."

The driver started the car and hit the road. “If you don’t mind, I’ll be needing your services all day,” Duke told him. “That is fine by me, Sir.” He replied. “In that case, I will suggest that we do this offline to save cost.” Duke smiled, enthralled with the guy already. He fervently hoped the man was single. “Thank you.” He said. “You’re welcome.” Duke’s thoughts were momentarily distracted by the heat starting to flood his system. He checked the windows and saw that they were open.

I commented. She just laughed at me. “I can immediately tell that you are new. Tell me, would you like one?” “How much is the base exactly? And one upgrade?” I swear I am such an annoying buyer, but I wanted to make sure that I have enough budget to even proceed so we won’t waste any time here. “Roughly about 550 Druils.”

One bluefin tuna, one fortress stilt fisherman indulgence, and one Pierre Zēro Merlot wine". This was said to the waiter who immediately wrote down what my companion said in a small notebook. My eyes quickly searched for the foods Kiel said. It's like my eyes are about to salivate because of the prices of the items mentioned. Fortress Stilt Fisherman Indulgence = ₱743,023.50 Bluefin tuna = ₱10,248.60 Pierre Zēro Merlot = Free Look at that. They cost more than my life. I'm sweating profusely. The prices are ridiculous. "What do you wanna eat? Its my treat". I heard Kiel said. I looked up at it.

pointing to the bunch of numbers. “What? 30,000 dollars! You don't need to think about it. Just sign the contract and you'll be rich forever," Dianne said excitedly. "30,000 dollars. At nandito ka sa Pilipinas? Na-compute mo na ba? Magiging milyonaryo ka sa kaunting oras." "I think it's a prank." "A prank? Bakit? Paano?" tanong ni Dianne.

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

“Possessive, amore mio?” “Always,” I whispered, nipping his ear. “You’re mine.” We hit the next mark, a Colombian cartel rep eyeing the Chevrolet Suburban. “10-speed auto, 420 hp V8, weighs 8,000 pounds armored,” he said, impressed. “How much?” Dante smirked, arm around me. “Bids start high, señor. Eagerness drives the price.” The man laughed. “You two are a team. Dangerous.” “Damn right,” Dante said, pulling me closer as another VIP, a French banker, approached too eagerly, his gaze on my legs.

"My mother…" "She is already safe, in a house in the north," the Duke told him. Ilian could only laugh at the shamelessness of that man. He had made his move even before Ilian had agreed to his request. "However…" the Duke looked at him with grave eyes, "you can't continue in the battle, the tournament." "I understand," Ilian bowed, he knew that the squad the Duke was grouping was of extreme secrecy, there was no need for him to let out all of his power and techniques right there for the recruiters and families to be analyzed. One fight with the Duke was enough.