Losing Money To Be A Tycoon Anime 소설 & 이야기

Lucy nervously took the paper, and Tom dressed and left the hotel. She was left alone, clutching her knees in fear. Her allowance was only fifty thousand a month, and she spent it all. The New Year money and what her brother gave her had been squandered. Now, even if she sold all her assets, she’d only have one million, which included the jewelry her brother had bought her. She still needed four million. Where could she get that much money?! Tears flooded Lucy’s eyes. If that damn Sarah could just return the eight million her brother gave her, she could buy back the video.

Besse knew better than to reply so she just walked away. **** At Jack's mansion Jack sat in his large living room, sipping wine and going through his documents. Ever since his mother died, he saw no reason to stay in his father's house anymore so he decided to get his own mansion. The mansion was worth over twenty million dollars, he didn't even bother to negotiate with the agent, he.just paid right away. The mansion consists of four large bedrooms, two living rooms, a large garage, a huge Jacuzzi and a large kitchen.

And I guessed that was how billionaire’s worked? I held the phone still to my ears, with my damp clothes now slightly itchy in the armpits, and the jacket I tied around my waist now feeling like an anvil holding a ship to the bottom of the ocean. I gulped another lake of saliva down my throat in trepidation. At the back of mind still afraid that this handsome hunk of wealth and affluence was just the frontman for a human trafficking syndicate. As he was too good to be true, but still too good to not believe he was actually…

The existence of the tycoons has become the reason she cannot survive, so he will reset the tycoon structure of THE PHOENIXFELL EMPIRE. That way, she can live however she wants. “I’ve never seen you like this before.” Benjamin felt as if he no longer recognized Reginald at all. “You’re going to destroy yourself too!” He was the tycoon among tycoons! How could he disregard everything and everyone just for Heloise? “I failed to protect her, so I am naturally among that hundredfold of people.”

He leaned back in his chair and loosened his necktie. “I’m finished here. I’ve already said what you asked me to say,” Tyron said. The person on the other end of the line chuckled. (“See? Now you know how they act.”) Tyron smirked as he watched Levi and Caridad get into the car. Levi looked up and nodded, so Tyron saluted him and smiled back before Levi finally left. “I know. They also gave the money,” Tyron said as he handed over the envelope containing a large sum. “So, what do you want me to do with this money?”

I picked up the file from my desk and pass it over to him to read. "I want you to look into this project and let me know if you are interested in becoming an investor. This project can bring you and me both billions of dollars in profit. You get to make daddy dearest happy and I get to make billions and gain fame. It's a win-win for both of us." I suggest a billion-dollar deal to Antonio Since, you and Francesco fall into the league of royalty, not me."

But she could not care less for such social functions anyway. Being the business-minded woman she was, she couldn’t care less, so she called her assistant, Meg Chu. Meg Chu was the personal assistant to the one and only Jade Greeley, the CEO of Greeley Corporation. Meg Chu and Jade Greeley had become close during school times, and she ended up being Jade’s assistant when she took over the rein from her father. Even though her father, Matt Greeley, was still the company’s Chairman, she has successfully spelt her name in the business world by raising the company to even greater heights than her father did. And she did that in just about 3 years after she graduated.

I dug through my purse, searching for some cash to leave behind—a clear message that this was just a transaction, nothing more. To my dismay, I found only a single hundred-dollar bill tucked into the inner pocket. Not nearly enough for a high-end escort in London, but it would have to do. In the taxi to the airport, my mind replayed fragments of the night in vivid detail. The heat of his skin against mine. His fingers roamed across my skin. The temperature between us kept climbing, our breathing becoming ragged and urgent. I respond instinctively. I arch toward him, my fingers threading through his hair.