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Violet and Talia were both furious. The price was obviously too much! Kayson thought about it and agreed. “Okay.” Luca narrowed his eyes. “I wasn’t finished. It’s $15,000,000 per month!” “You might as well rob someone!” Violet cried out in a fury, unable to take it. Luca scoffed. “Too expensive for you? Don’t rent it then!” “Luca!” Alan admonished him in disgruntlement. “Uncle Alan, don’t yell at me. You don’t scare me.” Luca was disdainful.

Severin nodded, "Yes, Mom. She's fine now. Mister Harvin insisted on paying me 150,000,000 dollars for the treatment. I told him I don't want it but he wasn't happy about it. So I have no choice and accepted it." "W—what? A-hundred-and-fifty-million dollars!" Judith doubted her ears were fooling with her when she heard the amount. After a while, she swallowed her saliva and asked again, "That's impossible. Why won't he pay you a-hundred-and-fifty-million dollars for treating a migraine?"

It bathed the entire dungeon with an ethereal glow and reflected off everything. Mufasa himself stood at the spot the huge heavy table use to stand, looking into a vase without any flowers. His white hair now looked blue with all the lights around them. “I smell something pleasant,” the old man said and gently dropped the blue vase on a shelf with similar blue vases. “And it's definitely not the flowers I'm growing,” he added and he turned around to face them. His eyes quickly caught on Olive's and the smile that appeared on his worn face was more beautiful than the sheen of hundreds of blue lights.

The assistant reported. "How much was her salary at the orphanage?" Jasper asked suspiciously. "I asked about this too. It's 2,500 dollars a month. She got a bonus of 5,000 to 10,000 dollars at the end of the year." Jasper's eyes became darker. "Elvis, if you're living in such conditions and drawing such meager salary, will you stay in a hotel suite that cost 2,000 dollars a night, let alone stay for a week?"

"Miss Green, what do you…" Josephine tugged on Avery's arm and signed, "Let's go back." "Why should we leave?" Avery snorted. Had it been anyone else, she would have gladly let them have the role. But this was Sierra Woods. She would never back off. "How much money has she spent on the game?" Avery asked. "About twenty million," Mr. Colson answered nervously. Avery lifted her chin and declared, "I'll pay thirty million. This role is going to Josephine!"

“In addition, it doesn’t have to be perfect. A masterpiece is always in the eyes of the beholder if it helps.” Well laid proposal. I rubbed my lips. Fair enough. “Rate?” “$1.5M per portrait.” “$10.” I didn’t stutter. “You know what, I’ll let her do her bidding.” He chuckled. We both know Violet is the real shark of the Contis. Not me, nor Elara. “Alright then, looking forward to your call.” The call dropped. I handed Kaid the phone, and a small smile was now on my lips.

“Sit down. Let’s talk properly.” Ivy sank into the chair like she was clutching a lifeline, tears still clinging to her eyelashes. Ava poured her a glass of red wine and slid it across the table. “I know you’re strapped for cash lately.” “I’ll give you three million dollars. Enough to cover your mom’s surgery bills.” “From now on, stay away from my mother. And stay out of my business.”

His reaction was very strong for such a trivial matter, and everyone here was taken aback by it. “I think you are overreacting Ivor,” Lily lightly pinched Ivor’s arm and said. “No I am not overreacting. I got paid a 100,000 gold coins for Mane’s participation as a Predator. And Lam is also a Predator, yet they got to use him for free? That’s another 100,000 gold coins. And it has been given away for free!” Ivor exclaimed miserably, and everyone here could feel their eyebrows twitching in annoyance. So that’s what he was worried about? The money?

Ruz said simply, motioning toward me. Kira immediately turned sweet, her tone dripping with honey. “Yes, Mr. Olis. This one’s rare—fresh, untouched, and very… spirited.” Mr. Olis’s eyes traveled slowly over me, and I felt disgust twist inside me. “She’s worth 50 million,” Mr. Ruz said smoothly. “Thirty-five,” Mr. Olis countered with a grin. “You know I’m your best customer.” Mr. Ruz pretended to think, then shrugged. “Fine. Thirty-five. Sold.”

Ruby pursed her lips. She was miffed by what she had heard, yet she had nothing to use as a rebuttal. Faye, on the other hand, was different. Her eyes were dazzling brilliantly in anticipation as she bit her lip. “700 million dollars? That sounds like an exaggeration, you know?” Zayn piped up, “The way I heard it, the new Chairman bought Violet Vision with just 350 million dollars.”