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After that, she tossed them straight into the trash. Gabriel had truly lost his mind—he was offering her 10,000,000 dollars as compensation for the divorce. He had worked at a game company under the Wilkie Group for years, earning only a few thousand each month. Where could he possibly get 10,000,000 dollars? Jane picked up her phone and called her assistant. "Find out where Gabriel is now!" She expected a quick response, but after an entire day, the assistant still hadn't located him. Jane lost her temper. "What kind of job do you do? You can't even find a man who doesn’t have a job?"

The host said and chuckled. “1 million for my wife. Anyone who will try to win her will be having a death wish,” Gabe said, wearing his blank eyes to everyone, which made the entire place silent. “Goodness, you scared them.” Estevan uttered and gritted his teeth. “Sold to her husband for 1 million pesos, Gabe Clyborne!” “And now, let us have Amara Gabriel-Clyborne!” “Oh, sh*t.” She mumbled and shut her eyes emphatically.

Dakota lowered his cards and said, “Leave it alone. Gabe has never had to work for anything in his life, and he always gets what he wants. It’s about time he had to earn something.” “Hold up,” Gabe interrupted, but Ian interjected at the same time. “I can vouch for him as a business partner,” Ian said. “He might not have had to work for the money he started the business with, but he’s sure made up for it.” “Thank you!” Gabe made a dramatic show of his fake hurt. “Just because my grandparents had money doesn’t mean I never worked for anything.” Dakota’s eyes narrowed. “You know I meant with people. You’ve got some kind of magic powers, and people fall over their feet to do your bidding. Espec

We went to the lobby of the building, and Allen was already parked in the driveway waiting for us. I settled in the back seat while Jack occupied the front seat, and we quickly left the building. "Do you know anything about Mr. Garcia, Jack? " "I only know that he is the CEO of Garcia's Hub. They have a few software stores here in New York, and Garcia's is one of the wealthiest families in New York. Gracia's Hub has branched out of the country as well. "Do they have any dirty records like police records? " "I don't know, Sir. I only know those also known by most citizens here in New York." I nodded and didn't ask more.

"But Miss Georgia, I didn't—" "You’re going to better sell the act, Gaby," I cut her off, leaning into her space until she hits the wall. "If you do exceptionally well and you make him believe every syllable, I’ll make sure there’s ten thousand dollars waiting for you in a private account. Think of what that could do for your family. Or think of what I can do to you if you grow a conscience now." She nods frantically, the greed finally winning out over her fear. Good girl.

Ace POV. Ghost did a wonderful job finding my baby sister, took him a full seven hours to find her. She's being kept in a house owned by Damien Garcia, a well-known drug dealer. I know him personally, we did some job together before although it didn't end well for him. I could try and call demand that he hand me my sister, but knowing she's blood related to me would probably put her in more danger. So I did what my temper told me to do, the reason I became the family leader is that I'm not someone to be messed with. I did the only logical option, in my eyes anyway, I did a full-on raid on his house.

Saying that, Gareth walked away, and Henry quickly followed him and closed the main gate while smiling at Gabe. Gabe sighed. He looked at the car and rubbed at the back of his head. “What will Mia say if I tell her I received a car after helping someone?” Gabe opened the door, and he saw a bag in the second seat. “What’s this?” He opened it, and there were gold biscuits inside. 250 gm each. A hundred of them. The total would be worth over four million dollars, much more than the green lambo he received.

"Wow! I didn't know Ms. Garrett was so amazing." "She has a net worth of hundreds of millions of dollars! No wonder she can afford to buy a Porsche." Surprised gasps rippled through the crowd once again. They looked at Amelia with eyes that were full of respect and admiration. "Oh? The president of Elysium Group, huh?" I barked out a laugh as I looked at Amelia, who had turned as white as a sheet. "Is that how you introduced yourself to your new beau?"

Who knew I could make out something with my life at such an early stage? The pressure from the company was a lot but my pay was pushing me to do more. He pays Six million dollars per month now. Why would an excuse be worth that amount of money? I went out and hugged Gabriel in the kitchen. "Good morning Gabby," I said and went to help him with washing the dish. "You are getting too used to calling me Gabby sweetheart, Where did Gabe go?" I chuckled. "Who knows? Gabby, the kids are still sleeping, I'm wondering, should I wake them up for breakfast? They are supposed to be on their way to school in an hour."

I had an urge that pushed me to do something: search about him online, if the information about him was correct. I opened my phone's browser and searched his name, Andre Gerald Garcia, and was bombarded with results. Age, net worth, family, relationships, and chains of businesses. He had been featured three times on the front cover of 'Styles,' one of the biggest magazine companies ever. He was a thirty-year-old successful billionaire who had managed to raise the success of the DGG group to an unbelievable level in the last five years.