Eva Lord Ts の小説・ストーリー

Alex tried to win Evelyn over, but she shook her head like a doll as they stood in the car park, while most of the staff were leaving. "I'm not concerned about your family status. My father is also a billionaire, and I'm the future heiress of A.T. Groups." Evelyn wasted no time expressing her displeasure. Normally, she didn't like guys vying for her attention; she liked men who hardly noticed a radiant beauty like her. One of those men was Derrick Luis. As Evelyn wanted to walk away, Derrick stepped out of the building heading toward the garage, and he noticed Alex standing with the blossoming beauty who seemed to shine like the sun in the car park.

Eleanor said with a hint of helplessness, "Ms. Chloe is the wife of the CEO of ATL Empire." Her words shattered Andrea's arrogant demeanor. I calmly added, "Mrs. Andrea, it's not easy for us to meet today. There are a few things I'd like to say to you. Regardless of your relationship with Liora or what kind of friend you are to her, I can tell you that Avalon Hills has always been Tanum’s project." The atmosphere in the room became incredibly awkward, and Vernon's face had darkened beyond recognition.

EMILIA “Diana Vanderbilt. Twenty-two years old. Stanford graduate at twenty, dual degrees in business management and software development. At fifteen, she pitched the integration of predictive AI algorithms into Vanderbilt Holdings’ financial analytics suite — a move that slashed risk margins by 38% and tripled profits in under two years. Only recognised child of Genevieve and Andrew Vanderbilt. Heir to their billion-dollar empire. Spends her time between golf clubs, tech summits, and black-tie galas. Owns six Range Rovers, vacation homes on every continent, and is allegedly already done with her PhD.”

His tone left no room for doubt—it was final. Seeing his seriousness, Aunt Torres slipped out into the hall and, after a moment’s thought, quietly called Serena. “Ms. Morales,” she whispered into the phone, “Mr. Vanderbilt is here, packing his suits. Looks like… he’s moving out.” On the other end, Serena was curled on the sofa, already changed from work clothes into something casual. Her phone glowed in her hand as she scrolled through the avalanche of toxic comments flooding social media. E.A. Corporation was under fire, her name dragged mercilessly, and even Wes had become collateral damage in the online storm.

Asriel asked, his eyes darkened. " Grandson, I won't allow you to be uncivilized with everyone here. Let me take the pleasure to introduce you to our new CEO. Here is Elvira Gedor, the only daughter and legitimate heir to Gedor family Empire. " Drusilla said happily. " What, you can't be serious grandmother," Asriel said in disbelief as he held his throbbing head. " Here, this will explain everything to you," Elvira said. The air had suddenly changed around her, a serious expression written all over her face.

“Miss Gwen, I know Miss Eva isn't working under BTG Industry. However, it's Miss Eva's younger sister we are talking about here. The two of them are sisters and I understand that Elite Entertainment are the ones the contract was given to but Miss Eva can refuse the contract for her sister.” President Adolf replied.

Kelsey’s eyes darkened several shades upon hearing this. Was Tyler suggesting that she was too skinny for him? Did he like women with more curves? When did he acquire such tastes? While she was still pondering about it, a sultry, feminine voice suddenly rang from behind them. “Tyler, long time no see!” The owner of the voice was none other than Eva. She was the infamous celebrity of Abervale, who was rumored to be involved with Tyler some time ago.

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

She pulled out the chair and sat down. "I am not here for the divorce papers, Julian," Elena said. Her voice was calm, devoid of the soft, hesitant edges Julian was used to. "And I didn't crawl out of a hole. I walked out of the Blackwood estate." Arthur Vance leaned forward, his face reddening. "Look, young lady, I don't care who your grandfather is. This is a private board meeting for shareholders for the Throne-Vance. You have no standing here! No Blackwood was invited."