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She heard it Sneeze. "Y-yes.. at my house." She stuttered. She glared at it. "Thanks! For keeping Alysia in your house." Smiling gratefully to him. "Your welcome." Her plastic smile at the man. "Uhm, I'm just at the library?" Benedick said goodbye to him. Benedick knew the young woman Catherine Ashton and her family, "the great famous and number one Billionaire of Asia they often rival Don Henry in the business world because of its excellence. The Ashton Families are unlikely to be known around the world.

When Finn saw the blank look on her face, he quickly continued, “Yes. It's worth at least two million, the same value as the estate Mr. Langley is giving you as compensation. The location of that estate is a little far away from the city, and the building itself isn’t valued much although it does have a pretty wide space.” Eva was still in a daze about it when Nathan spoke up as well. “I never make a business that would cost me profit. That estate was given to me by a debtor. I don’t have any use for it, which is why it fits that I’m offering it to you as compensation. I'm not incurring any loss at all!” “I…” Eva was still hesitant. When Nathan saw her this way, he suggested, “How about I ta

"Why wouldn't I mention your grandfather? Will his soul find peace after he knows you're using his estate to mistreat your own parents?" After hearing that, Catherine let out a cold laugh. She thought Rachael was so stubborn. "What about you?" Catherine asked as she coldly stared at Rachael. Then she continued, "You collaborate with Pete and willingly give up the Swanns'. Who are you being fair to?" Rachael realized that Catherine knew what she had done. Rachael was also taken aback and joined her husband on the couch. She hadn't expected Catherine to be aware of these things. The biggest real estate project of the top five conglomerates' agent company in Chritie in the second half of the ye

I stopped the car for a moment and only now realized that I had nothing to leave my inheritance because I had no wife nor, a child. I don't have any family members or relatives at all. How can I now leave all the things I have worked for if I have no heir to leave with it? I can't die yet. As long as I can't make my heir, I can't die. I took my cellphone out of my pants pocket and called one of my trusted assistants, Baste, to find me a woman to marry. When I got home to my mansion, Baste immediately approached me and handed me the list of unmarried women.

There’s a roaring in my ears, for I have not had a thing since breakfast, which was just a sandwich. My breath catches in my throat as I gulp, knowing that I have to say something, have to plead with the man in front of me, to help me to pay off my poor Dad’s bills. For Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just are the realtor giants who are buying every property in sight, turning them into fancy housing estates for the elite. Lavish bungalows in gated societies, with pools huge gyms, movie theatres, and restaurants…the works.

Except for Harper. He'd thrown himself into his studies and started creating the plan to take down the man who had driven him away from everything he'd ever known and loved. After graduating with honors, he and Davis had started buying small houses and flipping them. They had been so successful at it, soon they were buying up larger tracts of land, and either holding onto it until a big developer's eye caught it or developing it themselves. Over the last ten years, he had eaten and slept Ward Development Corporation until it was the multi-million-dollar company it was today.

Calla commented sincerely. "Of course! You have no idea how many developers have had their eyes on this place, wanting to build estates here. Grandma bought up the nearby hills just to keep those developers from ruining the scenery," Pierre added suddenly. Calla was shocked to hear this. Winona had always struck her as a simple, down-to-earth person, with none of the airs of a wealthy lady. But now that she thought about it, buying up the surrounding hills must have cost a fortune. Still, it made sense. Truly wealthy people seldom flaunted their wealth—unlike those flashy, nouveau riche types.

Ten years of raising him, and all I got was a mumbled apology. Something twisted in my chest, but I forced it down. Ethan reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a folded paper, holding it out to me. I didn't want to take it, but he just stood there with his arm extended, like he'd wait all day if he had to. I sighed and grabbed it. My eyes skimmed the page—estates, land deeds, bank accounts overflowing. Generational wealth stacked higher than most wolves could imagine in ten lifetimes. For Ethan Brooks, it wasn't generosity. It was leverage.

Then, she glanced at me, eyes wide, and pulled off her glasses in a subtle gesture of surprise. "Boss, you might want to see this," she said, handing over the iPad. I took it without a word, already anticipating the trouble. The headline was exactly what I expected: "Prime Estate Billionaire Accused of Coercing Sellers Into Land Deals." I skimmed through it, my jaw tightening as I saw the accusations about using force and manipulation to acquire land. "This is ridiculous," I muttered under my breath. "First, the De Stefano brothers, and now this."

“But that will be later.” Business ideas? Before I could ask him, I suddenly felt the yacht slow down as I looked toward the large glass windows. That was when I realized we had finally arrived. Ahead of us stood a breathtaking estate. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. A massive black gate stood proudly at the entrance, decorated with silver details. At the center was a large emblem bearing the name: Supreme Alpha Darius Volkov Estate The estate looked luxurious beyond imagination. It wasn’t a place rented out for visitors. It looked personal. Private too