Novel & Cerita Gold Digger

I let out a short laugh and dropped the brooch onto the table with a sharp click. “Mr. Collins, why don’t you explain? The real ‘Heart of the Ocean’ should have a laser-engraved serial number inside the clasp. And at the base of the gemstone, there’s a microchip so small you’d need at least a twenty-times magnifier to see it.” With every word, his face grew paler. Lily’s expression cracked, panic creeping through the carefully maintained innocence. She turned toward Victoria, but even Victoria looked uncertain now. I straightened slowly.

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..."

But Skye didn't even spare him a glance. Gerald's hand hung awkwardly midair before he forced a laugh and pulled it back. "Ms. Webster, you don't know the full story. Jeremy is no good. We're not ganging up on him for no reason. He crossed a line. He stole gold from our mine." He pointed at the sack beside me, gesturing for Skye to look. "Jeremy stole all that gold, and he's bold enough to flaunt it in public. Who knows how much more he's taken behind the scenes? A crook like that needs to be taught a lesson!"

Broad shoulders, an average suit, and shoes that try to look expensive but aren't. Middle-class, I decide. Not worth my time. Some would call me a gold digger. They wouldn't be wrong. I prefer to call myself an opportunist, though. I see an opportunity, and I take it. The opportunity is for rich and stupid men who just want a pretty woman in their hands. That's survival. A quick scan of the room tells me there's no one here worth my effort. My stomach churns with frustration as I massage my temples, willing the coming headache away.

At the company's annual design awards, my wife, Susie Miller, gives the grand prize to her male assistant, John Walker, who has only worked there for three months. My coworkers gasp in disbelief. "Mr. Lloyd, how could your design not even make the cut? I could've sworn you had the most votes." I look at Susie, who looks perfectly composed. She calmly looks up. "I'm the chief judge, and I have veto power. I have to appear impartial. Otherwise, people would accuse me of favoritism. Besides, John's design has a lot of potential. He just needs more experience." I stare at her in disappointment. "So, you'd rather sacrifice me? I stayed up night after night working on that design!" Susie fro

At the university awards ceremony, the campus belle, Vanessa Byer, puts the bank transfers I've received from the four Sterling brothers on full display, totaling eight million dollars in just one year. The entire auditorium erupts. She hangs a sign reading "Campus Gold Digger of the Year" around my neck, then has her friends scatter fake money across the floor and throw a dog leash at me. "You love money so much, don't you? Get on your knees and crawl like a dog. Whatever you manage to pick up, I'll have the Sterlings pay you that much." I don't budge. Vanessa clips the leash to the collar around my neck and kicks me in the back of the knee. "Who are you

Lia spoke, and I couldn’t hold my chuckle. “Why the hell are you giggling?” She asked angrily. “Actually, I am hearing this word gold digger quite a lot these days. Grandpa always calls you gold digger and now you are calling Miashka gold digger. Isn’t it weird? Every girl in my life is a gold digger?” I giggled. “What the hell, Chris? You are calling me a gold digger?” Lia stood up, trudging her foot. “No, of course not, baby. That’s what grandpa calls you. I was just stating to you.” I said and stood up as well. She took out some pa

Now I understand the reason why Geffrey always having insisted in Maggie selling the land to him, because of the gold mine in the Cherokee land, that he’s extracting clandestinely, possibly for years. When we are about to leave, near the river banks a car and two men get near one of the gold diggers, one of the man tidy up his gray suit and remove the dark sunglasses, even a little distante, I would recognize him in hell: it’s Maggie’s father. He talks to a gold digger and receives a small bag, analyzes the content and then asks a mean looking man by his side to hand the gold digger an envelope. T

"Oh so you're after my money?" "Nahh, dont you think calling me a gold-digger is a bit harsh? I mean, I'm just making an innocent suggestion. Think of it as you pay, I try my luck and then pay you back with interest. In fact, judging by all you wear, your car, your house, you see loaded so it shouldn't be a problem." "Yeah you definitely a gold-digger, look how you talking!" "No! I just know how to grab an opportunity. In fact, I do remember on the first night we met, you said if I wanted money, you could arrange it," she stated with that challenge in her voice.

The fact that she played hard to get was funny and annoying and so I called her a two-timing beggar, cheat, liar, a big whore and a scheming gold digger because that was what she truly was. When I went to her house I could barely hold back my laughter. She was really funny, she needed the money but was just being stupid. I presented the diamond ring to her and I noticed how she looked at it proving her to be a gold digger or maybe in this context a diamond digger and isn't diamonds a ladies best friend?