Novel & Cerita El Contraataque Del Multimillonario Disfrazado

Just when he did, another young man came close to him, taking the cloth away from him. "I picked this cloth first before you." He said loudly. Joseph scanned around and noticed that people were already staring at them. "Excuse me. I picked it before you did." He said as calmly as he could. He didn't want people to know that he came to the mall. It was surely going to spread through the media that the super-rich Billionaire came to the mall. He adjusted his black shade which he was using to disguise. "I said I got the dress before you did." The young man said again. He was proving stubborn and Joseph wasn't liking it.

He looked at the towering glass ceiling, his silver strand of hair glowing with a sickly, artificial violet light. ​"Mommy," he whispered, sitting up. "Why are you wearing a mask?" ​"It’s not a mask, Leo," Nora said, kneeling beside him. "It's... it's a uniform." ​"It looks like a mask," Leo said, his voice sounding older, filled with the "Silver Heir" wisdom that Nora had tried to bury. "The Pretty Lady across the hall said that when people become Billionaires, they stop having faces. They just have 'Portfolios'."

Our target: Jessica’s highly esteemed charity gala—an event she had carefully planned and was set to host in a week. The night before the gala, I put on my most perfect disguise: a sophisticated masquerade mask and an elegant gown that would blend seamlessly with the high-society crowd. My team and I had worked tirelessly to infiltrate the event, ensuring every detail was perfectly executed. We were about to deliver the most significant blow yet.

Jason didn’t look at her, instead he focused on Antonio as his father mumbled, "Is everything ready?" "Yes." He replied quietly. “Good.” Antonio smile was faint. “Tonight changes the air.” The ballroom was almost impossibly full now... business moguls, foreign dignitaries, media magnates, and the kind of investors who didn’t speak unless a Million was involved. Dispite the romuors about Rene and Layla, words had spread faster than fire in a dry field that Mr. Gunnar might come, which is the result for the turn out. As the second turned into minutes, people started to gossip about it not happen, but then it happened.

Chapter 45: A Dance with Shadows The gala sparkled with glamour, a testament to the wealth and influence of those in attendance. The air buzzed with the soft hum of conversation, laughter, and the occasional clink of champagne glasses. Melissa, now disguised as Allison Roman, moved through the crowd with practiced grace. She wore a sleek black gown, her hair styled in an elegant updo, and her demeanor calm yet alert. Every step she took felt like a calculated move in a high stakes game of chess.

The moment he buried his hands in his pockets, I knew just what he was about to do next. "You know I don't need your charity" I stepped back. He hefted out a wad of cash with a chuckle. "This isn't charity. It's so you can fuck off. You think I don't know your type?" He accused. "You hear of Nicolas, the richest billionaire and you flock around him, stalking his every move. You want in" He said. His words riled me up. I could feel my hands fold into his fist. How dare he?

"Because if you step out of line, I won't be able to protect you from what comes next." The door to the office clicked open, breaking the heavy moment. Gideon walked in, his face serious as he held up his glowing tablet. "Mr. Ford, we have a situation. The brokers just reported a massive block of retail shares being bought up by an anonymous offshore entity. It’s not one of our groups." Levi’s entire demeanor shifted in an instant. The quiet, protective partner vanished, replaced immediately by the ruthless corporate predator. He strode over to Gideon, snatching the tablet from his hands. "Show me the routing numbers."

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Her phone buzzed again. Luca: Then come somewhere private. Sienna: That sounds like the beginning of a documentary about rich serial killers. Luca: You've really committed to this murderer narrative. Sienna: Because you keep acting suspicious. Another typing bubble. Luca: There's a charity masquerade tomorrow night. Sienna: A masquerade? Luca: Very dramatic. Monaco loves costumes. Sienna: You're already wearing a billionaire disguise every day. Luca: That was rude.