Lola And The Millionaires 소설 & 이야기

A week passed but Chloe was yet to make any discovery that could serve as a lead. Instead, the week was filled with chores and chores and a quiet house as the men were hardly around. But then, taking care of a huge house was more than she had anticipated. After her second day, Chloe just had to appreciate the fact that Lucille was employed as her partner. With tiredness coursing through her system as that particular day happened to be more tedious considering that she helped Madam Lugi, the head domestic help (she is mainly the cook) with the laundry. There were so many clothes enough for a community of fifty people to wear repeatedly for three years.

I whispered. Lola’s frown deepened. “Adrianna Torres.” Even the name sounded expensive. “She’s a model,” Lola added, waving her glass vaguely. “Big family. Big ego. Big everything. And please don’t ask me for details because I’ll get hives.” The room reacted like she’d walked in glowing. Men turned openly. Women watched carefully. Even the waitstaff paused. And then—of course—her eyes found the Castillos. A slow smile curved her lips.

She looked so f*cking beautiful! After a while, we went to the dining to eat, with my parents asking some questions on how we met and some questions about our relationship, and Lola answered them expertly like a pro, making up answers that almost felt real to me. My parents sat opposite us as we ate happily, discussing as one big family. Lola stared at me lovingly when we were asked how we first met. "We met on a rainy night when Andrea's car broke down, and I helped him fix it. I had no idea he was a very powerful man in the country." she said very smoothly, and my parents 'awwwwed' happily.

Lola retorted, "Okay fine" he said, "do you need anything?" MacJoe asked, "Yes, I will like to visit my mom, It's has been a long time I haven't seen her" Lola said, "No problems" he said, "do you remember your bank details?" MacJoe asked, "Yes" Lola said, "Let me have the bank details" MacJoe said, Lola gave MacJoe her bank details, and he forwarded two million dollars Into her bank account, and he asked,

“Whatever. A romantic dinner with Mr. Money sounds like a date to me. How often do women get to have dinner with a handsome billionaire? In case you were wondering, the answer for me is never.” It was no secret that Lorie thought Salvatore Bradford was the hottest bachelor in the Pacific Northwest, and she often forgot her professional demeanor when the man’s name was brought up in conversation. Lorie was intelligent and career-driven enough to impress Alexaa’s father, despite her young age. She was fresh out of college with her bachelor’s degree in computer science, and Martin Black hadn’t been able to let her leave her first interview without a job offer. Alexa adored Lorie and Irene, her

Lola woke up it was Thursday just 10 days after she started working here on Sunday. It was also her day off. she still wasn't used to waking up in such a beautiful room it was totally different from any one she had seen and it was just a maid room!! She stood up from the bed and went to wash up. She had decide to go to the bank to discuss the loan. She had to finish up her job of cleaning the Young master room and private study. She intended meet Selena at home when she came back from the bank so they could get their mother admitted. But first she had to tell Omar and make him cover up for her. She had some friends among the servants but her relationship with Omar was the closest.They w

Let me introduce myself; I'm Lola," she said kindly. Lola, Leon's private designer, welcomed them with a friendly smile. “Good morning, Lola. "I'm Arren," said Arren while introducing herself. Lola is a woman who is talented in the field of clothing design. Leon even paid for the school of the girl who no longer had parents in exchange for her loyalty to work only for Leon. Lola's black hair is tied neatly in a classic chignon. Her eyes were sharp and full of enthusiasm. The cream-colored dress that covered her body depicts elegance with stylish vintage pleats. Her aura of confidence creates a warm and assertive atmosphere. Arren so quickly liked her attitude.

Lola looked at the shampoos, conditioners, hair masks, and body products. “Must be nice,” she said with a healthy mix of jealousy and judgment. It wasn’t that she hated rich people. She just didn’t like them very much. In her experience, money led to greed, and greed was the devil’s bargaining chip. It could make even the best people turn on each other. Lola got out and dried herself off. She looked around and groaned when she realized that she hadn’t brought any clothes with her in here. She wrapped the towel tightly around her body and grabbed the door knob.

Graham was a no-comment man unless he was ready. Millie greeted them at the door. “My, my, two of my favorite cowboys done come to see me.” “You say that to all the men,” Rand teased. Millie was short, with a round face surrounded by snow-white hair. Rand didn’t remember it any other color. She was a good cook and always cheerful. Her café did a good business, especially on the weekends. She led them to a back booth and brought two cups of steaming black coffee. “I’ll be back for your order.”

"I'm glad you like them, ma'am. Now, shall we head downstairs for breakfast? The boss and his wife are waiting for you." Katiya nodded eagerly, eager to meet the people who had shown her such kindness. As Katiya descended the grand staircase, she couldn't help but marvel at the opulence of her surroundings. The mansion exuded an air of wealth and sophistication that she had only ever seen in movies or read about in books. Each step she took seemed to echo through the spacious foyer, serving as a reminder of just how far removed she was from her humble beginnings in Oscaria.