Millionaire Shortcut Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wouldn't have gotten the sort of money I was earning monthly, I wouldn't have gotten this contract and I wouldn't be seated in front of this billionaires in an expensive restaurant. I owe SPENDING a lot. He was more like a father to me. He made me understand that with a big d*ck like mine, I stood a chance of making millions. I couldn't believe that in such a short time, after this contract is over, I'm going to be worth $500,000 which is over #225,000,000. I would be a millionaire after four weeks. All the more reason why I'm very careful not to mess up this deal.

She was wearing a blue gown and nude makeup which accentuated her beauty. "Ten Million dollars, are you ready?" Miller's husky voice sank deep into my system. My gaze left the young lady's sight to that of my best friend. "What for?" I asked, seems I was missing out on something. "Lure the lady in dating you for a week, and get a compensation of ten million dollars." Miller raised an eyebrow, his lips full of smirks. I don't know what game he was trying to play, but I was going to beat him on this. After all, I was hot, classic, and handsome. I was literally every woman's dream. I mean, who wouldn't want to date a billionaire?

If I told Shena, she might cry with envy. Except for Oliver and Alex, I scrutinized the other guy. He was handsome, with tan skin and grayish hair, but he was still in a suit, as if he'd just come from work. "Do you not know that guy?" Chelsie must have noticed my confusion because she whispered to me. I shook my head and looked at her. "He's a man who inherited his ancestors' wealth. I heard his father's company went bankrupt, but a month later, he revived it. He's also a successful billionaire with branches in the Philippines and companies in other countries."

He even shook his head when he saw his childhood photo lined up on the table. “This is wonderful! It's like a dream to be a billionaire! Now no one will insult me ​​anymore!” William muttered in his heart and he was still not satisfied to go through every corner of the room because the room was too spacious and complete. Meanwhile, Audrey and Mrs. Hans are still in the disappointment of being left by the gardener who has served for many years and William, who has always been her maid during her husband's time. “Audrey, I would rather not let this golden opportunity go away! We have to enlarge our company by approaching William! Do you know Mr. Joyce's house? Bless. Mrs. Hans said excitedly.

Riya said, her words shameless and unapologetic. " I knew that you would help me Granny, thank you so much. " Zick with a hidden smirk. " I know that guy, Maxwell Williams. He is the first richest trillionaire in this country which makes you the second richest person in this country." " Don't worry, I'm helping you because you've changed into a good boy. " Riya said. " Just give me a week to sort everything out okay? Go and freshen up and come down for breakfast okay? "

“Is that all you rich assholes ever think of? Throwing your damn money on whatever you deem attainable? Whatever you think has a price tag?” I knew I was stepping on shaky ground, but I couldn’t help myself. I had no idea how one dealt with a billionaire like this Mr. J. Maxwell. I knew suddenly and with trepidation, however, that I was doing it wrong the moment I saw the dark look in his eyes and the stern expression on his handsome features.

We hit the highway and I tell him which exit to take before quickly apologizing for my poor joke because, genuinely, I don't know him well enough to be talking about my dick. "Sorry for my terrible sense of humor. I don't get to just cut loose too often. It's like I totally lose all my manners and my filter when I'm with these guys." “You mean there are more down-to-earth, millionaires like you?” he asks before pausing abruptly. “Wait, we’re not hanging out on someone’s yacht, are we?” I can't stop my laughter and I definitely don't correct him despite my net worth of two-point-four billion dollars. My wealth is only worth it around River so that I can purchase whatever he wants, but somethi

I squint my eyes, “How big is a lot?” “Trripleee.” She sings and I jerk upright so hard my laptop nearly flies off the bed, “What?! Triple? My cut would be almost—” “Close to a million,” she finishes the sentence, twirling at the screen, “The year has just barely started and you are already on the path to becoming a millionaire. So darling, breathe. And for God’s sake, enjoy the vacation. I did not pay fifty thousand dollars on one of the most expensive hotels in the country for you to waste.”

“Huh?!” He smirks. “All you have to do is say yes, and we are rich!” A multi-billionaire? He should be 17 or 18 and he's already a billionaire? “Whatever!” “Let's go to the bus stop!” Micah said and drags my bag.

Back Story. Richard Underhill was the new topic of conversation in New York. No one could escape the fact that the 25-year-old man was turning over a hundred million dollars in stockpiles. The young risk capitalist had an extremely successful year, and he had doubled his fortune within six months. Richard was the handsome, mysterious underdog with black hair and gray eyes that came from nothing and made a name for himself. He's tall, strong, and sharp, and many women had their eyes fixed upon him.