Forty Thousand の小説・ストーリー

I said his name and asked, "You're sure you want that 40 thousand back?" "Yes! Wire it back now!"

"Oh, I almost forgot. I should wire you the money." "Okay." Kiki gave him a bank account number, and Frank wired a hundred million over—since it was a huge sum, it would only be released the next day. At the same time, Kiki was counting in excitement. "One zero, two zeroes, three zeros… eight zeroes? Woah, you were all saying that Mr. Frankton is rich, but I didn't think that he's so rich he can wire an eight figure sum just like that!" Ida Cahn, who had been making small talk with Kiki earlier, smacked her on the head. "Ten million? Were you so busy counting the zeros you forget that there's a 1 in front of the rest? That's a hundred million, dummy!"

He pushes open the drawer and takes out a checkbook. I watch him scribble something on a page and then he looks up at me. His eyes are twinkling with lust. "Is forty million dollars enough cash to show you how damn serious I am about you?" He asks. My ears tingle at the amount he just said. For – forty million dollars? That's like…My God. I can't even imagine how huge the money is. Why the hell is he giving me forty million dollars just to fuck me? Is he that serious or is he just flaunting his money in my face? Is he trying to prove that he can buy me, just like he buys everything he craves for?

Two million three hundred and fifty-six thousand one hundred and twenty-one. ... One million, three hundred thousand and ninety. ... Gradually, she lost count. "Snap." Another cut, and this one amounted to nine hundred and eighty thousand. Oliver stood expressionless a short distance behind her, observing her every move. Natalie tightly closed her eyes, overwhelmed by surging emotions that gradually engulfed her rationality.

Another person said, and at the same time, Elena's knees threatened to buckle, but she held her dress tightly, forcing herself to stand still. "Thirty." The voice spoke again, and silence returned to the hall the second time. "Thirty million, going once... going twice..." The electric voice said, but no one said a word again. Just when she's about to be handed over, another voice echoed in the hall, loud enough that everyone froze on their seats. "Forty million." For ten minutes, no one uttered a word. And when it was finally clear that that was the last person, the electric voice returned sharply.

"Forty million." Thompson glanced at Freya, who nodded decisively. Without hesitation, he called out, "Forty-five million!" His rapid response seemed to surprise Freya. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it again, studying Thompson with newfound calculation in her eyes. In the VIP section, Caroline Redwood couldn't contain her satisfaction as she placed her initial bid. She glanced sideways at Aaron, hoping to see approval or at least interest in her actions. Instead, Aaron remained impassive, his golden eyes distant, his wolf Logan completely detached from the proceedings. Caroline felt both relief and disappointment. At least he wasn't objecting to her participation.

“I’m forty-four.” “I would not have guessed that.” “Is that a good thing?”

I stared at him trying to read his expression to get a hang of what was going on. “What is this, Si?” I asked, taking it from him. My fingers trembled as I opened the envelope and pulled out its contents. It was a cheque. I gasped as I read the numbers written in words—four hundred million dollars. Just to be sure, I double-checked the zeros after the four. It was real.

Cole murmured with a smirk. "A forty-trillion-dollar rock, which, let's be honest, we couldn't even haul out of here if it did exist." "Wait, how much? Miss King, did you say forty billion or forty trillion?" "It's all make-believe, but if it were real, we're talking forty trillion." Elijah started counting on his fingers, lost in thought. They drove back to Sandy Town. After freshening up in the hotel, they were all set to head out again.

Hearing fifty thousand is wild. “With your body, you can go for 150k; a hundred will be yours, and I’ll keep the fifty.” She said, eyeing me up and down, and I wasn’t a little girl; I knew exactly what she was saying, and I wasn’t a prostitute. I was never into selling my body, but right now, here, a hundred thousand – no, dare to tell me you would reject it, that you would save your dignity. “100k? Just like that?”