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"Don't ever put down being a millionaire. Billions of people would love to trade places with you financially." "I realize that, but there is a definite difference between millions and billions. After all, today, there are many millionaires who are actually broke." "What do you mean, exactly?" Kittridge asked. "Well we all know people whose homes have increased in value but their income has not. For example, I know a friend who inherited his parents' home after they died. Since the real estate price have skyrocketed and the house has no debt on it, he is technically a net-worth millionaire, but he and his wife Still struggle financially because they earn less than $90,000 a year. They have th

She leaned closer to Winston and said mysteriously, "My husband is extremely wealthy. I can steal his money to support you!" Winston gave Millie a sideway glance. Right then, he decided to stop driving just to hear what else she might say that would shock him to the core. He had never realized that Millie was quite the smooth talker. Noticing his gaze on her, Millie assumed he was interested, so she perked up. "When the time comes, I can easily give you tens of millions of dollars. That way, you don't have to work as a gigolo anymore. You could just enjoy life! Isn't that the greatest idea?"

“FROM ONE BILLIONAIRE TO ANOTHER: THE MYSTERIOUS MS. CARTER, THE ONLY ONE WHO CONQUERED TWO GIGANTS.” My jaw tightened. I hated to see my name next to Jin’s. The article didn’t say our names directly, but the pictures and information were enough to deduce who they were talking about. I’m sure they left out our names to avoid a huge lawsuit, not that it will help them. They left Emily’s name, and that was enough to make me angry and want to squash them like the ants they were. They made Emily look like a trophy; she wasn’t one. She…

“No isn’t he just a random guy that came for the exhibition “That was Noah knight” I still didn’t get “And what does that mean Sarah just get to the point, so that I can go back to my sad thoughts “That guy you just mistook as the curator is the famous billionaire that just got out of jail a week ago” Then I remembered the new on the t.v earlier, so that’s the guy everybody keeps talking about. well he is really good-looking, I wonder if ias dating anyone. not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

The doorbell rang, and my heart skipped a beat. Liam Harrington, Mr. Billionaire himself, was about to enter my world – my small but cozy apartment. It was a far cry from his sprawling estate, but I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction knowing he was about to be out of his element.

“The news story you orchestrated about a poor mother with a gravely ill child who was forced to kneel for every step she took to earn a promised reward of twenty thousand dollars, or 20k, from a wealthy heir.” He leans forward, pride in his eyes as he goes on. “The story sparked public outrage, leading to massive donations that exceeded a million dollars – far beyond what any standard fundraiser could have achieved.”

he asked. Eva stood still, staring at her Italian in front of him. "Yes, I am Evangelina Anderson and I am the millionaire's ugly secretary." The end.

Mr Morris said. My eyes widened one more time. He was a billionaire. I had read about him in the newspaper. I snapped my gaze at him and looked closely. His elder son and daughter-in-law died in an accident. I didn't know the details. Yes! I have seen him on the news channels' screen. He was a millionaire. His younger son has joined the family business and he has earned a special space in society and became a billionaire. "I know you," My voice was full of astonishment.