Everyones Trying To Be A Billionaire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Did you buy a lot today?" "Um, I bought some necessary items." I answer. Thinking for a moment, I continued, "I have a pretty expensive pair of heels, too." I think I should be honest with Dominic, hoping he won't blame me for my extravagant spending "Well, when you go try it on, let me see. Next time just buy a few more. Buy a dress too. You have very few clothes." "Thank you. I get it." Turns out, that's what it feels like to be comfortable spending money. Dominic Arnold is truly an admirable billionaire. As for me, I too can become a rich woman once I get the Joan's inheritance.

“But stop trying to change the subject. This is about us. I want you to answer me with a straight face.” I rolled my eyes. “You were always hellbent on not caring about other people’s ideas.” “Oh come on. You already know I love listening to people’s ideas.” I shrugged and waved her on. “What was the question again?” “It wasn’t really a question. It was more about how you’ve become a billionaire.” I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Well, it didn’t happen overnight. A lot of hard work, a lot of sleepless nights. You know how it is.”

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

’’ ‘’Look ,I want someone older , someone who would concentrate on making the company greater instead of trying to make me happy . Tyler now raised his legs off the ground , dropping it on the table before speaking. ‘’You asked for someone different , I had to get to the ends of the earth to get the perfect one for you, You ungrateful cousin!’’ Tyler spoke with a dramatic exaggerated tone. Charles made a confused facial expression which was accompanied with a hand gesture that simply implied the question what? how? what are you talking about? ‘’She is African.’’ Tyler added. Yes Charles had asked for someone different but he sure wasn’t talking about hiring someone all the way from Africa to

He even shook his head when he saw his childhood photo lined up on the table. “This is wonderful! It's like a dream to be a billionaire! Now no one will insult me ​​anymore!” William muttered in his heart and he was still not satisfied to go through every corner of the room because the room was too spacious and complete. Meanwhile, Audrey and Mrs. Hans are still in the disappointment of being left by the gardener who has served for many years and William, who has always been her maid during her husband's time. “Audrey, I would rather not let this golden opportunity go away! We have to enlarge our company by approaching William! Do you know Mr. Joyce's house? Bless. Mrs. Hans said excitedly.