Is Drake A Billionare Novels & Stories

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

CHAPTER 400 Drake was really furious this time. Jaelyn was gone right under his nose. “Richard, you really have guts. I paid you $50 million to protect me, not only did you refuse me but you’re also protecting this wimp now?” Drake shouted angrily. “You’re shameless! it’s 10,000 times better to protect him than to protect you!” Richards shot back. Drake offered him $50 million dollars to protect him but yet, Richard refused his offer.

"Mr. Brown, it is said that you are young but possess billions of assets. Is the rumor true?" Theo thought for a moment, and Thea's words echoed in his ears. "I wanted a lot of money, and I wanted a lot of love." He corrected the journalist's statement very seriously, saying, "No, it's not billions, it's trillions." Frank and Drake were shocked by the sudden and ostentatious display of wealth by the president. "What stimulated him? Why did he suddenly become so high-profile?" Someone asked Theo, "You are so young, yet you earn so much money. Can you tell us what the driving force behind your success was?"

I'm trying to know how she is doing. Drake starred at me, a little smile escaping from his lips. He brought out a lot of money from his pocket. “I have lots of money now. Come to me. I will make you happy.“ He was so excited, but where did he get all this money from? It got me worried. “Where did you get all of this money from? Are they stolen?” I blurted out of shock., Why did I think of an innocent guy like him as a thief? “That's my savings." I have been working hard to give you more beautiful dreams than this because I have been admiring you and hoping for the day I can have you as mine,” he said, drawing closer to me.

It was really high and full of paintings, like the famous library I visited after my old college hockey team played a game. This mansion was so big and large. And it confirmed how rich Drake was. He might even be influential in this area. I had to find out. "Do you live here alone with your mother?" I asked. Drake stopped. A few seconds later, he turned around. "Me, my mother, and a few maids and guards." Then he walked again. I walked faster to catch up with him. "You seem very rich. Are you actually the son of a mafia boss who has businesses everywhere? Or could you actually be the young heir to a family business whose wealth will last for seven generations?"

he said “Continue your shopping spree. I would even thank you for being too lavish.” He said and let out a chuckle. Did I just hear him right? He's not angry. He even looked please to what I did. Is he really that rich for him to see two billion as a penny? With two billion, I can already pay my rent for several centuries. “Let's see if your spending can surpass my ability to earn money. I earn almost a hundred billion a day, can you also spend a hundred billion for today?” I almost gasp to what he said

How could things be the same? In the end, I simply murmured, “Sure.” The world went quiet. The silence was only broken by the noise from the street and my beating heart in my tiny rental. That night, I didn’t sleep a wink. I wondered if poverty restricted my imagination. Terry could be some undercover billionaire, for all I knew. No way was he some modest billionaire that existed only in the world of literature, right? It was the most absurd thing ever. I bet he worked at a high-end club or art gallery. The backdrop was just a set.

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

He was so sure of himself. I thought for a bit and then asked, "Could you invest some money in me? I want to start my own business." Draven did not hesitate and put a generous amount into my account right away. "Take a look. Is that enough? If not, I can send more." I stared at my bank account balance and almost cried. I had never seen so much money before in my life! Draven was one of the country's richest men and the heir to the Gibson family for a reason—he was so generous.

"What do you mean?" "I'm well aware of Edgar's situation," Drake said casually, as if he had already planned several steps. "He owes Tracy ten billion in high-interest loans. If I give him the 30 billion, he'll use it to scramble and pay her off. But even if he does, the Odom family will still be buried under mountains of debt. It'll take them years to recover, if ever. I'm not foolish enough to lend money to a sinking ship." Debra froze. "You never intended to lend him the money?"