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Then, Thaddeus' phone rang. It was a call from Jordan. "Mr. Holt, the CEO of Heliseum Gold Company wants to invite you for dinner. He wants to work with our company." Although Holt Jewelry was in the jewelry-making business, they didn't use gold in their products. Normally, Thaddeus wouldn't even consider working with such companies. But now that Jessamine was in Hajera, he believed it was necessary to develop the jewelry-making industry in this city.

"Now that publicly, you have cut all ties with him, no one can call you a gold digger anymore." "I am sure all the news blew over by now." Willow took out her phone to see if she was still trending as the gold digger. As she typed in the keywords, Susan gave her a flat look. "There is no need to look up all those shit. You need to stop worrying about what people who don't know you think about you." "But still-" As the page loaded, Willow's eyes welled up with tears. And for entirely different reasons. No, she was not trending as the gold digger. And thank god, no one was comparing her ordinary self to the perfection named Mia Thompson.

“Then you should know who the majority shareholder of Grand Arcadia Mall is.” His expression shifted. Subtly, but unmistakably. Victoria snapped, impatient. “Stop stalling. Saying random things won’t save you.” I ignored her. “This brooch,” I continued, “is an imitation of Cartier’s limited-edition ‘Heart of the Ocean’ from last fall. Only three were made worldwide. Each one has its own anti-counterfeit marker, and a unique microchip code.” A bead of sweat slid down Mr. Collins’s temple. “As the manager of the most exclusive mall in Silverbrook, I’m sure you’re far more familiar with luxury authentication than I am.”

"Good evening, Miss Rios." Chloe smirked arrogantly seeing my calm and composed behavior. She stepped forward confidently, detaching herself slightly from Lucas’s hold, walking slowly and gracefully toward me, swaying her hips deliberately and proudly. She was wearing a stunning emerald green dress, sparkling diamond earrings, and around her neck hung a very familiar and expensive necklace — a jewelry set Lucas had bought and gifted me exactly on our fourth wedding anniversary, a piece which I hadn't worn in months and had kept safely inside my jewelry box. Seeing it adorning her neck, sparkling brightly against her skin, openly displayed as her precious possession, was clearly done delibera

The private express elevator ascended into the heavens of Manhattan with a breathless, silent velocity. When the polished obsidian doors finally glided back, they revealed a sprawling, multi-million-dollar sanctuary of high-fashion digital luxury. The penthouse sky-lounge was a masterpiece of metallic brocade fabrics, deep burgundy velvet textures, and towering glass panels that looked out over a sea of shimmering city lights. A soft, ambient golden luminescence cast long, sultry shadows across the room, catching the pristine crystal decanters and the sleek, dark marble surfaces. It was a space designed for absolute power and exquisite vice.

Kaze paid seven billion dollars for the Golden Toad, and now he was selling it to Aiden for an extra billion dollars. It was daylight robbery. “Eight billion dollars? I can’t believe you, Lee.” Joan approached and helped Aiden up while persuading him, “The bastard’s trying to trick you, Mr. Krad. Don’t fall for it. “If you love gems, Marlboro in Gem City has everything you need. I’ll go with you to pick out one. “He can break the Golden Toad for all we care. He’s just wasting his own money.” Assuming Aiden was getting carried away by the rivalry, Joan urged him not to let Kaze manipulate him.

I then picked up the sapphire brooch on the table and fiddled with it between my fingers, looking at him with a half-smile. "Then, you must know who the largest shareholder of Chevy International Mall is, don't you?" Jeff's expression changed slightly, his eyes twinkling in response. Sophia urged impatiently, "What's the point of you trying to drag things out like this? Don't you dare think that saying a bunch of weird things like that will get you off the hook. I'm telling you, nobody can save you now. Nobody!" I ignored Sophia's screams and fixed my gaze on Jeff.

he told her. "Yes Sir," she replied, obeying him. "Your name is Todd, is that correct?" he asked the young man. "Yes Sir," he replied breathlessly. He was staring at Sarah, his cock growing hard in his pants. "Sarah here is my sex slave. She will do whatever I command her to do. Do you think she's sexy?" he asked. "Hot damn, yes, she's sexy," Todd replied. "Would you like to fuck her?" the voice from the phone asked.

I didn't come from money, so everyone around my rich girlfriend decided I had to be a gold digger. Nobody more than Tristan Reed, her male best friend. He told them he'd been kept by rich women himself, so he understood men like me better than anyone. To prove I wasn't that kind of man, I never accepted a single expensive gift from Vivian Ford during the three years I spent with her. Tristan had an explanation for that too. "He says no out loud, but he's waiting for her to offer something better on her own. It's called playing hard-to-get." Then came Vivian's birthday. I'd saved six months of my salary and bought her a necklace. I was almost at the door of the private room when I hear

That single statement opened a flood of a dozen questions but I bit my lips slightly, preventing myself from interrupting him now that he was talking. “I wanted to approach you but you fainted, then I asked my bodyguard to keep an eye on you, to make sure you were fine, you left for your friends place and then I was informed you were at the bar so I came there,” My jaw dropped in complete awe, I struggled to find the word to describe him, to express how I had interpreted all he had just said, “What in the fucking name of Joe Goldberg is wrong with you,” Joe Goldberg is the name of an actor in one of my favorite books about a stalker.