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"You need more presence. You can't move in with two bags and a box of books." "The books matter," I said. "What books?" Nadia appeared from the bedroom with Clara. "He brought books," Elena said, like this was evidence of something. "Obviously he brought books." Nadia looked at the box. "Which ones?" "The behavioral economics shelf. And three on urban development." Nadia handed Clara to Elena and came to the box and opened it. She went through the spines without speaking, the focused mode, and then stopped at one. "You bought this after October," she said. Holding up a book on density and urban economic mobility I'd found while researching her zone three data.

Just before the woman left, her friend said to her: "Think well about rejecting that proposal, I don't think you'll ever have the chance to be a millionaire's fake wife again in your life, it's five hundred thousand, I'm just saying" Amelia left without saying anything, although she could not deny that the way her friend said it, made it a very seductive proposal. To make the small effort of marrying someone she did not know, and then be paid with a very high amount of money, was a dream for her, at that moment she stopped to think about it, but denied again, no, that was not right, what if that man was just a pervert that once they were both married, would set a trap for her? There were man

But the absence of money has really triggered him to go to an extreme measure. “Mila, let me tell you something today. The person standing in front of you is not an ordinary man. He is the wealthiest person in Mayberry City. No, he could even be considered the wealthiest person across the whole country. The entire Mayberry Commercial Street belongs to him, Gerald!” Mila’s eyes widened in bewilderment as soon as she heard this. She had already been making her own assumptions before this, but she really did not expect it to be true. With that being said, Gerald had been the one helping her family all these while!

He picked up his own fork and ate, waiting for the next deluge of questions. Setting down her fork a few minutes later, she was obviously done processing. He didn't think it would take her long. "You're rich. As in millions. Plural." Where was she going with this? "I've been a millionaire more than half our friendship." It'd never bothered her before. Her gaze pinned him, lethal in its intensity. "From Noah Caldwell's adventure company or his inheritance. That guy likes jeans and hanging out. Noah isn't pretentious. Hoan Dwell is a whole different brand of rich. God, Noah. You could buy Texas!"

I really can't understand men sometimes, they are very complicated and insensitive. I ended up packing my things up and I'm still figuring how to work this out without hurting anyone's feelings or messing up someone's life. I should make a plan that will fulfil this quest a hundred percent. An idea came up to me that draw a smile on my face. Hmmm, I can smell success! "Miss, this is too much", the cab driver tried to refuse the tip I gave to him by driving me to the mansion where my endeavour will be taking place. I can see his eyes growing wide while accepting my payment. He is about to give the change to me a while ago but I told him to keep it and disbelief was all in his face.

Another reminder of that emptiness. “Millionaires these days,” I grin, redirecting my mind. “So poor they can’t even afford the nice security system.” “Cutting corners is how millionaires become millionaires.” “Hey now,” I want to look at him, but I can’t peel my eyes from the screen, trying to read their lips. “Not all millionaires climb to the top on the backs of others.” “You and Az can hardly say you’re anything more than commonfolk,” that pulled a real laugh from me. “Your disposal money is filtered into anywhere but your pocket.”

~017 The Takeover Begins --- For the first time in weeks, Xavier didn't start his morning at the office. He started it in silence. Standing barefoot in his penthouse, staring out at the Paris skyline, coffee untouched in his hand. His father once said: > "A real man builds his empire in silence-then watches the world beg for access." But Lucien hadn't come for access. He'd come to burn it all down. And Xavier could feel the fire rising.

Everything turned out like a cliché love triangle in a soap opera. Millie wanted Wanda to feel the same pain she did. She would always be a sore spot for Wanda—one that would never go away. As Millie walked out, she bumped into Celia. "Why are you here?" "I'm here to get coffee." Millie nodded without asking any more questions and went back to the studio. Suddenly, her phone rang. It appeared that Stefan had wired five million dollars to her account. She sent the money back, but he called again and texted her, "The money's already yours, and I don't like being turned down. I'd advise you to think it over carefully. If you ever run into money problems, just come to me."

He said while he let go of the ribbon holding the brown paper that was used to cover the cheque face reveling Thirty million dollars boldly written with his signature on it also. If this is a dream, I don't want to ever wake . I thought pinching myself to be sure of what I saw. I felt the pain making me realize this is not a dream but my reality, am a millionaire already. From nothing to a millionaire, God am grateful. I thought shaking his hand ad the photographer did his job including Maxwell featuring. "That's not all Mrs stone, am sure you are happy and excited but I still have more coming." He said while one of his bodyguard brought out three different award pushing them where the light

he agreed, “maybe next time, you should try asking me for help. I can come with the boys and we will help you. There's no need to waste money.” I smiled at him, “I never thought I'd see a billionaire telling me about money management.” I teased, “One, I'm not a billionaire, my father is. I think I'm more of a millionaire.” He said. It didn't sound like he was trying to brag, he was simply honest. “Two, billionaires know a whole lot about money management. How do you think they got there? That's why most of them are minimalists.” He did have a point. I nodded in agreement.