Novel & Cerita Kreig Teague Price Is Right

“We will buy Cherie for the amount you’ve asked for.” /“What?”/ I direct this as Sage over the mind link and he visibly winces. /“Buying her? What the fuck is wrong with you?!”/ /“Trust me, Creed,”/ three words and the look in his eyes tell me my cousin knows what he’s doing. But why this? Why not warn me? “Fifty mil is a hefty sum,” Luka says with a whistle. “Why is she worth that much? Because she KO’d Creed?”

"Since it's a blissful night today, I'll sing a perfect song for y'all." Aisie tugged me along with her, struggling to get through the crowds while the guitar strums, playing one of Ed Sheeran's songs entitled "Perfect". As we passed the bunch of people, the first thing my eyes saw was the guitar bag on the floor with some money on it. Then next is the speaker and mic stand. I gulped as I heard his subtle voice. It was already night and cold, but it got doubled when words came out of his mouth with a perfect melody.

Then, she laughed. “My husband is a CEO. He’s worth millions of dollars. How could he possibly have such a poor mother? You should think it through before you lie! “Get out before I lose my temper! Otherwise, I’m going to break your legs!” Mary had never been treated so poorly in her life. She held her swollen cheek and was rendered completely speechless. I was stunned by John’s shameless facade. “What did you say? Did you say that John is a CEO? “I’m going to call him right now and see if he still dares to claim that he’s a CEO, and that he’s married to you!”

" After hearing Dr. Mercer's words, Mrs. Whitmore completely broke down. She slid down the counter, covered her face, and her shoulders shook violently. Just then, a television hanging in the pharmacy lobby suddenly cut to financial news. [Breaking news: Medical prodigy Julian Whitmore has completely cured Old Mrs. Westbrook using a long-lost acupuncture technique.] [In gratitude, Westbrook Group has officially gifted Mr. Whitmore ten percent of its shares. Mr. Whitmore's net worth has instantly exceeded ten billion, making him the city's youngest billionaire...] Mrs. Whitmore stared blankly at my face on the screen, then suddenly let out a bitter laugh.

Letting her gaze turn pleading. “Are you toying with me?” She shook her head adamantly. That steel blue gaze bore into her. Searching her face but finding no hint of deception. “I’ll do whatever is necessary to save my son.” “Including offering yourself to me?" He queried haughtily. See how fast she is off her knees in answer to that? She visibly paled. Brows shooting up but said nothing. Her mouth moved and she drew a long breath. She'd do it. He realized in shock. If I said it was the price, she'd pay it.

Her voice alone made me feel physically ill. "Alright… I'm sorry…" I stammered weakly, tears streaming down my face. "I had this coming. Please... just let me go…" My pleading seemed to amuse them even more. They burst into laughter while taking in my miserable state. "That's it? She's already begging for mercy. Weren't you claiming to be Mrs. Ziegler just now? Is this all it takes to break you?" "Celine did the right thing. Didn't she start out so defiant? Now look at her. She has completely given in!"

Ignatius repeated, "or we will." I stood up slowly after a tense moment. "You think I've forgotten how to play this game?” I said, adjusting my cufflinks. “You think I've forgotten the rules. Fine. Let me refresh your memory: I am Elias fucking Montgomery. And I didn’t become what I am by groveling for old men in decaying chairs." No one protested. But no one had to. Because they knew the truth. If I walked out of this room, war was inevitable.

I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms over my chest to keep myself together. "I know," I said. "I'm working on the money." "Miss Whitlock, the total cost is one hundred and eighty thousand dollars. That includes the surgery, the medication, and post-surgery care." I pressed my lips together and breathed. "You also still have an unpaid balance of twenty thousand dollars," he added. I nodded, like I was absorbing each word one at a time. "The hospital will need a full deposit before we can schedule anything," he said. "You have three days."

This is real. “Holy shit,” I whisper. “Holy actual shit.” This is more money than my entire family has seen in years. Enough to pay off a good percentage of the loans, hospital bill, overdue notice that ever made Mom cry in the kitchen. Enough to buy Ethan the biggest Transformers collection in the world and still have change left over for a decent life. I feel tears prick at my eyes and blink them back hard. No crying. Not here. Not when this is exactly what I sold myself for.

"I can't believe this… fuck this, i don't care… I'm gonna buy the technique right now. There is no way I'm letting this opportunity go! It's still available for purchase, right? Or was it a limited time deal?" "No! the creator raised the price by 20 genome-scripts only 5 days ago… but it's still available!" "Just 20? Even after gaining so much popularity? What the fuck… That's still cheaper than a children's book." "I know right! In my this, this is start of era of clanless individuals. I don't care what other say but whoever is behind this have either lost their freaking mind or is true incarnation of Lord Jesus… "