Gold Digger Artinya Novels & Stories

As for the others, whom he used and then dumped, they still fawned over him. Now that they knew the truth, I wondered if they were disgusted. I picked up my phone and smushed it hard against Jack's face. "You said you'd help me ‘test out’ gold diggers, and this is how you do it?" I turned to Cyndi with a half-smile on my face. "Congratulations on becoming the 21st gold digger he detected for me." With that, my family and I turned and left without hesitation. As expected, Jack would not let it go, stumbling toward me and trying to grab my arm. "Shane, don't do this. Aren't we best friends? Let me explain..."

” Herman exclaimed aiming both of his index fingers to Anggun. “You shoot your nails, right? Shooting nails to me? Do you think your nails are strong enough to destroy a diamond?” Anggun asked arrogantly. “Anyway, why diamond? I thought that we would fight against Dodol man since Garut is famous for the Dodol (a sweet toffee-like sugar palm.... Dang! Just Google it.)” Alfi thought. “Err, wait, that”s it! Probably she is dodol (Dodol can be used for insulting, the meaning is as harsh as "moron").” He added.

Making their own tools from what they had was something she had heard of before. Leo worked on the lock bending the white hair into a delicate loop with a steady hand. Each turn felt like a step closer to freedom despite the quiet nearly undetectable click of the hair against the metal. As she focused and her heart thumped in her ears, sweat trickled down her forehead. She had to move fast.

He's already filthy rich. "What? Are you planning to kill me? Go ahead, do it. I have nothing to gain here. Why am I even here, playing your ridiculous game? You're like a child seeking attention from his parents—" "Where are the Gold?" My forehead creased again. "Gold? What nonsense are you talking about? Why are you looking for gold from me? Do I look like a gold digger to you?" "Where are the gold, Avimayor?" I scoffed. "Why are you asking me about gold? Are you losing your—"

It solidified the words I still couldn't bear saying. A gold digger.

She was suspicious, like she thought I was about to ask for a selfie or try to sell her a pyramid scheme. “I… I saw you in a business journal!” I stuttered. “North Branch’s genius, right? Everybody knows you’re the best.” She did not buy it, but hey, at least she didn’t call security. She glanced back at the “Golden Jade” on display, which—let's be real—even a half-blind raccoon could tell was a scam. I didn't need my system to know it was gravel dyed yellow and weighed down with lead. My Eyes of Insight were screaming, but apparently, nobody else here could see the con.

Baker, who hurriedly went away. "If you are so confident, why are you worried about this insignificant history?" I politely asked her "How dare you? You know what? Name your price." my eyes widened in surprise. "Don't you dare give me that look, we both know that you are a gold digger." I stared at her in confusion, wondering what I had done wrong to deserve the name-calling. "I only dug gold, ma'am, and am proud of that," I replied her with a stern face. "Hey Charm, Mom, can I borrow Charm for a second?" I heard Oliver's voice from behind.

I had my uncle look up her ID info, and as soon as he checked, it turned out that Lillian is a notorious gold digger! Those around us erupted into murmurs, while Clara crossly held up her phone for everyone to see. "I've gone to so much trouble for you, yet you're being completely ungrateful about it, Nicholas!" Nicholas snatched the phone and stared fixedly at the screen, noting the name Lillian Naughton displayed there. Just as Clara claimed, there were only two individuals by that name—one was the prestigious heiress of the Naughton family, and the other was an infamous marriage fraudster and gold digger.

In the end, my grandfather was the one who had led Skymex Group to its current glory in his youth, propelling himself as the richest man of Adonia. That was why everyone in the hall recognized him and knew about his legend. And given everything he did since he arrived, everyone in the hall now understood that I was the real grandson of Miles Langford—and Harold was the gigolo who was being sponsored. That was why they were all looking at him in disgust right then. "What? Harold Langford is really a gigolo! How desperate do those women have to be to get a sugar baby like that?" "Hell, I think Quincy, Ellie, and Jennie are the crazy ones here. Ellie and Jennie actually called their own family

"Candice, robbing a bank might be faster, don't you think?" Someone even made a crude joke. "Or you could come to me. I'll give you ten thousand. Think about it." Elliott raised an eyebrow, but he didn't say a word. Instead, it was Tiffany who gasped in mock horror. "Don't be so crude. She's just asking for money, not selling herself. You'll scare the poor girl." She turned to me with that same triumphant smirk. I felt like a clown in the center of their derision, every mocking word slicing through me. Elliott remained a silent observer, watching it all unfold as though it were a play staged for his amusement.