Novel & Cerita Millionaires Match

“ Yes “ Brad and I exclaimed in unison as Nathan and Ethan looked at us. “ Here’s my reason Brad said as he adjusted on the sofa and continued “ Surprisingly the same unknown person who is helping Emily Piaf him five hundred thousand dollars,for him to help us and give us information we need.Emily your really lucky,it’s like this unknown person is your guardian angel “ he said grinning. I said yes because,I knew he would help me with the fact that we were friends from college,that’s why I said yes confidently. But I was taken aback when I heard what Brad just said and wondered who this mysterious person was,I tried to search in my head to know if I knew anyone who had so much money and would

Wendy added. "Announcement!!!" Ariana hit her palm on the table. "That lady is a millionaire who's gonna be a trillionaire soon." "What… what do you mean?" Miriam asked, feeling drunk. "She's a manager, and will be a CEO soon. She is excessively rich, and I'm sure that's why the dude stuck to her, because the lady is rude." Ariana explained further. Miriam stretched her lips into a smile. "Are you saying that Melita is wealthy?"

“I didn’t think that it would be so busy.” “It’s a big match tonight. One of theirs against one of ours, and both have fought their way up the ranks. They are pretty well matched,” Oscar replied. “It’s going to be crazy when one side wins. The prize is big too.” “There’s a prize?” Jasper scanned the crowd, looking for Reid, and only partially paid attention. “Over a million dollars,” Oscar replied. “Not a bad prize for smashing the shit out of someone.” “Wish we got paid that much,” Allen agreed with half a laugh.

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

Is this man following me around without my knowledge, and why is he doing so? He snapped his finger, causing me to return to reality and look at him. "What does it mean to you, Mr. Miller? It makes no difference if I want to escape my unhappy life, and you are not required to be concerned about someone like me." "Yes, you are entirely correct. However, you're the most incredible woman I've met, and I want to help you, so it's either that or being my wife?" He stated this. I have two alternatives. I have two options from which to choose. Marcus is well-known; he is the city's top billionaire and the wealthiest of the wealthiest.

He was the kind of person that didn't show off. He preferred to keep a low profile and did his things discreetly. “Look Mykel,” I began. “My husband owns properties. Houses, lands, name them. He has cars. He owns a McLaren F1, a Rolls Royce, a BMW, and a Bugatti. He's already a millionaire and will be a billionaire in his thirties. Do you know how many contracts he bags? He has capital!!” Fuck I was pissed. Fucking pissed. No one got to insult Malcolm and walk away, not especially when the person was a nobody like Mykel.

Jayden spat, his face filled with hate, grief, and spite and Aiden's face turned rigid. "Firstly I don't expect you to listen to me, heck I don't even want you to. Because I'd love everything in me for you to go missing as a result of contacting my wife. But also, listen up. Who gave you the idea that I'm a millionaire, it's a billionaire. Get your facts straight." Aiden warned. He pondered what on Earth made people think he was a millionaire and each time he was called a millionaire, it got him offended. Being a millionaire meant that he was just so close to his thousands which he wasn't and wouldn't be in years to come.

“Most of the rich people here are invited for business purposes, but not all of them are here just for business.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “There’s something called a match partner,” he said, his tone serious. “Basically, a higher or richer person can pay the organization to match them with people they want for different reasons. Some want business alliances, others are looking for personal connections or even potential relationships.” “That’s... interesting,” I said, thinking about why I was here and who put me in this event. “So, how do you know all this?” “I was part of the planning,” Alexander said, “but I’m just here as a guest tonight, not a participant.”

It was another money-making opportunity. "Mr. Bunny, I have a big deal here. One match for eight million dollars. Are you in?"

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?