Novel & Cerita El Yerno Millonario Capitulo 3214 Completo

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

Don Carlo also laughed, nodding his head as he agreed with Angela. Aleah looked at Yohan again. She saw him smiling along with everyone. "Don't worry about me. I came back to tell you about an offer I suddenly got today," Yohan stated. He told his sister about his chance in the military along with their dad's former men. "And your husband here is so capable, along with Don Carlo and Lady Angela. They have the criminal on mom's death already in police custody." Aleah's eyes widened again. Her mouth gaped in so much awe that she had to cover her face with her hands to conceal it.

Yeneth blurted out an excuse and bolted for the front desk. Madeline, feeling uneasy, gave Sherah a heads-up before dashing back to the office. Meanwhile, Yeneth was halfway down the stairs when Carmen's voice cut through the air. "Where's Yeneth? Get her out here! She needs to cough up my son's cash! After four years together, that girl blew through a hundred and fifty grand of my son's cash! Now that she realizes the well's run dry, she's kicked him to the curb!

"Because I sequenced the blood myself. And because she left records. Serena. Not many, but enough. A journal. A few messages hidden in her clinical notes. She never named you, but she mentioned a child. A girl hidden away." My heartbeat sounded like a drum in my ears. I didn’t know if I was shaking or just couldn’t feel my hands. "So what does that mean? That I’m some political pawn?" "It means you’re the first of your kind," Simon said. "And maybe the only one strong enough to survive what’s coming." I took a step back. "I have to go." "Amelia—" But I was already pushing past him, back into the hallway, back into the noise and heat and glass. The music hit me like a slap. I couldn’t see Ric

Maybe one last email could turn things around—show him how dedicated I am, how passionately I believe in this vision. I took out my phone, switched on the internet, and, as if the universe had timed it, a notification flashed on my screen. My pulse quickened. Lorenzo’s name glared at me in bold text, followed by something I caught only in a blur—something about an “investment” in “Valentine’s Conglomerate.” I swiped down to read it clearly, my breath caught in my chest. "Lorenzo Fabrizio invests one million dollars into Valentine’s Conglomerate."

he answered. He frowned. He grabbed the nape of his neck. "Do you have any news on what that damn Serum is doing at Dad's company?" he asked, annoyed. He didn't trust that man, especially since he was only his father's illegitimate son. He also couldn't believe that until now, Carmella is still close to his family, even though it was six years ago when their marriage did not go through because he left at their house. "I'm still searching for his anomaly, Sir, but it looks like Serum has a bad plan because I saw him having a meeting with other shareholders of the company," he confessed.

Their American parent company had just been bought out, and the new owner—some mysterious Spanish billionaire who'd made his fortune abroad—was coming to take over today. The accountant huffed and muttered under her breath, leaning over her desk. "Dios mío, this girl... always asking for money. Does she think we run a charity here? And now with the new boss arriving—a Spaniard, they say, but raised abroad—who knows what will happen to us. And she's calling to ask for an advance on this day? I never asked them to be poor, so she shouldn't involve me. I'm just here to work." A few coworkers chattered along, others unsure whether to join or just keep quiet.

He didn’t reach for her, but the demand in his posture was absolute. “That ends today, Vivian,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. “I lost ten years. I won’t lose another minute. You will tell him the truth, and I will be his father. You may have the land, but you don't own the right to keep my son from me. I will fight you with every resource I have until I get my family back.” Vivian stared into the eyes that mirrored her son’s, recognizing the determined, unyielding man she once loved. This wasn't the fleeting summer lover; this was Elias Thorne, the architect of global deals, and he had just made her his new, non-negotiable objective.