Novel & Cerita I Will Make You Rich Book

Charles watched her pick up the book, and laughed helplessly, "Maria, isn't this book a lone copy? From the looks of it, it's not a hundred years old, but it's decades old." Maria’s face turned slightly red, "No, I hadn't paid attention to this book before. After reading it, I threw it aside. If it wasn't for my father telling me to keep this book, I guess I would have sold it as waste paper." Speaking of this, she stuck out her tongue at Charles, "After all, I was really poor before." Charles' eyes sank, he walked over and held her hand, "Maria, from now on, I'll make you the richest poor person in the world."

Wow with a cherry on top how could I possibly ever say no to that? "Now I want so badly to say yes and go shopping but the thing is I’m like dead broke right now, like you my friend have so much money it'd take you years to count and for me? It'd take 2 minutes mostly just because I can lose focus very very easily so if I did go it’d be you with a ton of shit that they probably think you robbed the store and me who’s just there, broke and penniless.”

Then, Ruth snickered. “Stop joking around. How could the richest man get scammed so easily? Why would he get into a shotgun wedding with me on the first day we met? For the sake of three hundred thousand dollars a month as allowance?” Anyone with a semblance of a brain would know that it was impossible. The boss of Blakewell Corporation had apparently gone off to expand his business abroad a few years ago and made Blakewell Corporation’s market value increase tenfold. Plenty of the mega rich businessmen in the country were either his friends or his students.

“I mean, here you are, acting all shocked at what I’ve done. But what have you done but sit here wringing your hands and checking bank statements? It took me to take action, so don’t you dare look down on me for being willing to marry a stranger for money. Money and lots of it are the only real cure for the problems here!” The louder Mirabella’s angry voice got, the paler Miah became, and she sat down heavily again. “I’m not looking down on you in any way. You’re right. You have pulled off something that I couldn’t have, and, yes, we are desperate for money—but to an alpha? I don't know if—” Her sister clasped her hand in a fierce plea for understanding. “Don’t I deserve to be happy?” Miah s

I stood, already dismissing the conversation. And his voice stopped me. “Four hundred billion dollars.” He leaned forward. “I’ll give you four hundred billion dollars if you find him. And if you do it in two days, I’ll transfer fifty percent of my assets to you.” “I have all the money I need Vladimir. What makes your four hundred billion so different?” Vladimir’s grin widened. “My assets, Hilton. My assets make it all different.” Liam was silent beside me, waiting. “And you have a photo of this man?” I asked, taking over yet another desperate man's company was interesting.

That was too fast to fix a failing company. “Anything else?” Jerome nodded. “There’s another thing.” Kelvin waited. “Wilson himself.” “What about him?” Jerome seemed to think briefly before answering. “He doesn’t feel like new money anymore.” Silence filled the office for several seconds. Then Kelvin suddenly laughed softly. “That quickly?” “Yes.” Jerome still remembered the first reports involving Adam Wilson. Poor background. Debt. Multiple part-time jobs. Nothing remarkable. Then suddenly he started making exensive purchases, had a conflict with Jasper due to his arrogance, rapidly accumulated wealth and bought a struggling business.

A message popped up out of nowhere in the old classmates' group chat. It was from Megan Watson, the class rep. Megan: [Let's get together next week at the Windsor Grand, since that's Rachel's family's place.] Megan: [I'll cover two hundred dollars and treat everyone to dinner, then we can all stay the night after!] Someone replied right away. [The Windsor Grand is Rachel's family's hotel? Then I want the best room there!] I hurried to explain. My family just ran a little diner selling sandwiches and soup. I only worked at the Windsor Grand. Megan sent back a rolling-eyes sticker, dead set on the idea that I was lying. That night, she started a sign-up thread in the chat. Megan: [I'm

Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.

And, honestly, I didn’t want to be suspicious about something so generous, but the rich didn’t do anything without an ulterior motive or massive benefit to them. This was Selene Alexakis and John Caron we were talking about, though—things could be different. Selene had a classic rags-to-riches tale where a rich man had fallen in love with her: a schoolteacher in an orphanage that had also worked night shifts as a bartender to make ends meet. But she was also cunning. As beautiful as Selene was, she knew she was just another exotic sidepiece for him to brag about on his yacht trips with his buddies. It hadn’t been the first time she had been taken home by a rich man for a night, but she’d lea

every morning and hanging out the sign that read "Open" The bookstore was run by Nicolai Greco, a young man who also bore the weight of his past and had come to this place seeking a peaceful life. The day I met him, I had been wandering along the riverbank with my suitcase behind me. As I looked down at the rushing, icy water below, I thought that settling down here to live out my days didn't seem so bad after all. Then, Nicolai appeared. He glanced at me and stared down at the river with a deadpan expression.