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The list wasn't unnecessary long as it only continued a few names, names of high ranking aristocrats or greedy ones who were at the bottom of the barrel and tried to eliminate a certain someone in other to rise their financial status. Zacharie had seen his fair share of both type of people and thus, was t surprised one bit and continued to look through the rather short list. Amongst the list, there was only one name that caught his eye, it was written at the bottom of the paper, indicating that the person had been their most recent customer. Audrey Arnaud.... And even the date was backdated to just about a month ago. Zacharie narrowed his eyes. If he wasn't mistaken and still remembered all

I just shook my head and gave myself away to him for another round. Arnold Brooke was a multimillionaire businessman I met at the club in Italy a year ago. Since the first time we laid our eyes on each other, we began dating and always ended up having s*x. He was great in bed. He always satisfied my thirst. We just met again two months ago before my cousin Desmond's wedding. However, our relationship wasn't exactly the same as a normal couple. We were open to each other. I knew that he had another woman beside me, and he was also aware of Martin.

I said and she chuckled. " You Definitely miss Frederico just stop being stubborn,he's a good man ...Ari " she pouted . " That was in the past , the Frederico I met last night was wild ....you had to see him he ....was rude and arrogant and I didn't like the way his eyes trailed my body like I was his personal wh*re ." I said in fear . " Oh c'mon ...you where on your night wear ..that's what every sexually active man would do " she teased .

“That’s not what I remember, Serena. We had quite the history, didn’t we?” “Arlo Madeira, I'd have introduced you to my wife’ but it seems there's no need for that”, Frederick said while dragging the word ‘wife’ His expression had shifted, curiosity piqued. “History? Care to elaborate?” Serena felt her cheeks flush as she tried to steer the conversation away. “Honestly, it was nothing. Just a phase, right, Arlo?” She shot him a pleading glance, but he seemed to revel in her discomfort. “Right, just a phase,” Arlo echoed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “But I must say, you’ve upgraded, Serena. Frederick here is quite the catch.”

Her family owned the largest conglomerate in France and she was the Vice President of LM Group until last year when her father retired and she took over as president. Just like how Lorenzo was regarded and feared as the most powerful man in Argentina, she was the most powerful woman in France. She was in a league of her own. No one came close. I swallowed as I read more news about her. Each news was more impressive than the last. A news article from three years ago captured my attention. Is Mademoiselle Daphne Laurent dating Don Lorenzo Armani? I tapped on it and saw that they had been pictured together a lot of times. One was at a banquet, another at a cafe, another in what looked like the

This is fantastic" he said jovially. His free and jovial spirit made me feel comfortable around him. "It's my pleasure" I answered again, giggling. I faced him and took in his face. I recognize him. Alvize Arnault. The son of Carlos Arnault the famous owner of multiple finance banks in the whole of Europe.

One, Armani was no longer an investor because she sold her shares to someone. Two, that someone was no other than Cael Lautner, the very man she hoped to never see again. Three, Cael Lautner had no intentions of leaving her alone, spending millions of dollars just to be close to her was a good enough indication. Four, she couldn't resist Cael Lautner any more now than she could the night of the event. In simple terms, she was screwed. Actually, she'd been screwed ever since that day she met him.

Any single mistake, they make will end up with them packing their stuffs and leaving any of my companies. "Morning sir," my PA Josh, greeted me as soon as I entered my office. I had fired Sara too. "You have a meeting this morning with Dustinks LTD, a meeting with Bernard Arnault of Louis Vuitton, a meeting with Elite wine gallery and an interview with Forbes. Which should I cancel?" "Cancel all meetings for this morning except for the one with Bernard Arnault. We're discussing our collaboration." "And Forbes? They really won't stop unless you answer all their questions about...um..your past."

She was lying on her stomach. "Don't move," the old woman scolded her. "I put some ointment on your wounds." "Ma! We earned three point four million last night!" Arnault announced excitedly. "The old guys cannot resist fresh meat!" Ma smirked. She was unimpressed. "She won't be fresh meat for long! Look at what they've done to her!" "We won't be attending parties until she's well. We have money!" Arnault laughed cruelly when she winced after he smacked her injured butt.