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Olivia replied, chuckling at her self-made joke. That's how it is, Olivia is the only child of the owner of a company in the chocolate food industry in Switzerland. From childhood he was always spoiled, he even had more than five maids to serve himself. But now the number of services is reduced, but the housekeeper has more than ten people with each task.

Christian's head lifted, his jaw tightening as his gaze swept the people, catching curious stares like a laser sight. "They think you don't eat," I whispered, leaning forward, my voice shaking with laughter. Christian's eyes narrowed. "That's absurd. Of course l eat." "I know," I teased. "But to them, you're this mysterious billionaire who probably survives on fine wine and intimidation alone." He grunted, clearly unimpressed. "Don't get offended," I said, unable to resist poking further, "but I bet someone out there thinks you eat human hearts... maybe lungs... with caviar."

she was excited to see the city and experience the fast-paced lifestyle of a billionaire. As they arrived in New York, Max took Her to his luxurious penthouse apartment overlooking Central Park. The apartment was stunning, with sleek modern decor and breathtaking views of the city. Max showed Her around the city, taking her to fancy restaurants, exclusive clubs, and high-end boutiques.she was amazed by the luxury and opulence that surrounded her. As they walked through the streets of Manhattan, Max pointed out his various business ventures, from high-rise buildings to trendy startups. She was impressed by his entrepreneurial spirit and his ability to succeed in such a competitive environment

5 years later "I'm Grace reporting here live at the Grand Silverman mansion. Anyone who is anyone in the show business, Wall Street, the richest and most famous are all here to attend a celebration party event that is being done to honour the late Lauren Silverman. From famous celebs, directors, rich businessman to billionaires from all over the world, they are all here at this grand luxurious mansion. And it is even being rumored that the president might be one of the honored guests attending. Apparently millions of dollars have been spent in hosting this party as you can expect nothing less from a party of this magnitude. From the tightened security of many man in black everywhere to the w

It was my way of controlling the narrative, that just because we were in public it didn’t mean that she was safe from me. I ordered another pot of coffee and some more of those almond croissants. As I bit into the frangipane-filled pastry my mind went back to the day that I met that billionaire in this spot. Something about him showed he wasn’t one of these trust fund Mens who had inherited money. Yes I had read up on him though there wasn’t much but I gleaned that he built the wealth himself.

Ally opened her laptop excitedly, “Since this search engine you only need to enter his name and all news about it will come out. If he was a billionaire, he would definitely be on the news." Ally deftly typed the name "Jeff" with the additional keyword "Moon Cafe." And a series of news immediately came out when the 'search' button was pressed. The news is mostly from the business and finance columns, which cover the resorts and five-star hotels that are scattered throughout the country. All of which belonged to a young billionaire named "Jeff Alexander" Deen and Ally gasped at all the information. Then looked at each other in amazement. "Deen." Ally was finally the one who could mutter, "If

" I see this guy can jump from here to there. I’m sure he must have been a monkey in his past life. I shake my head, thinking. "I like butterscotch," I said. "Oh, what is that? I did not know something like that even existed." He spoke with full interest. I looked up a little, gave him a duh look, and again looked down, and he was looking at me. His neck was a little out from his body towards my side to hear properly my answer, and he was looking like a kid who was waiting for his mommy to buy candy for him. Lol. Mad man. "You do not know what butterscotch is?" I asked. I mean, who knows? These billionaires have many things to eat. For them, something like butterscotch exists in the world an

Grace led her colleagues to the meeting hall and didn’t bother much after that, but kept her distance instead. “Oh my, this piece of pastry, which is not even the size of a palm, costs three grand!” “Look at this chocolate. It’s the latest from DeLafée. You can’t buy it even if you have the money.” “It feels like I’m eating gold. Being rich is so great.” Several colleagues who overheard this quickly grabbed more, hurriedly stuffing their mouths, and revealing their ungraceful eating manners. Grace moved even further away. “Where’s Grace? Let’s go take a picture with her later. I wonder if she’ll remember us after she becomes president.”

I reply, moving out of the way so the waitstaff can set my plate down. “It still shocks me that you’re dating Seymore Lewis,” she says, eyeballing her own plate. “Me too,” Ellie says, backing up our new friend. “What’s so unbelievable about it?” I gush, trying to pick up my oversized BLT. “Well, he’s a billionaire, for starters,” Sophia says. “You guys don’t even run in the same circles. The man is used to buying anything he wants. Anything,” she stresses, mixing up her salad with a fork.