Novel & Cerita Money Tycoon

"Noah? As in your Noah? As in put my dick in every female Noah?" "That Noah, yes", I rolled my eyes. She loved to be dramatic and petty. "He lied to me about his name. He's-" "A business man like Mike, wealthy and quite known", Emma, the secret FBI-agent, read out loud. "Are you sure you don't have a type?" "I'm drawn to confident man", I shrugged. "With hella money. Make sure to make his death look like an accident." "Emma!", I hissed. She laughed. "No but seriously, you better mention me in your will or I will haunt your children!"

After a few minutes, a frown creased her forehead and she sighed. “What’s with these black shades?” She muttered, clicking through different articles, trying to find a clear picture, but all she found were the same images of him with the shades and his face hidden. She clicked on a link and an article came up, written by the Italian Daily. “Wallace Castellano, one of the world’s most mysterious tycoons and Italy’s wealthiest, is rarely seen in public. He keeps a low profile, often conducting business meetings behind closed doors, and he is known for his cold and calculating demeanor.

“None of your business, Tyron. You’re late. I told you an hour ago, and you show up now? I don’t tolerate incompetence.” His face hardened, and he grabbed my chin, his grip tight. “I’m only here ‘cause I want to, Tasha. You think your little money got me out here to bomb this place? I’m in it for the fun, not you. Watch your tongue.” He let go, pushing me slightly. I glared, my heart pounding, but I stayed quiet. He ordered his men to plant the bombs around the house, and I watched, my lips curling. Tyron was arrogant, but he was perfect for this. His father was a mafia boss, locked up awaiting trial for worldwide crimes, leaving Tyron to survive on drugs, robbery, and kidnapping. I’d known

"Then surely you know what my father does for a living?" "Young Master, I'm sorry, but there are some situations I can't divulge." "Then how did my father's money come about? You have to tell me this at least, right? Otherwise, I wouldn't even dare to take his money and car." "Well...Wyatt Corporation, Harrods Corporation, Ryker Gardens Corporation, you've heard of them all, right?" "You're talking about the giants of the city's real estate, entertainment, and F&B industries, respectively!"

He doesn't deserve to be. I've known him as an influential man who rules the business world, this man who claims to be my Father is no puppet, he is known to be ruthless, a brutal and dangerous business tycoon. This man has everything I need to prove my innocence and claim back Darren's love, and most importantly my revenge on the Taylors. I might not like him so much right now but I need him, I need this strange family I just found myself in.

Avery said. "I'm desperate Avery!"She said meekly.Avery can see but what can she do to help her sister.Her hands are also tied."What about that guy who came to see you a few times.He drives a very expensive Mercedes and one can see he's rolling around in money.I'm sure if you can play your cards right and make him happy he'll give you anything you want."Avery stared at her sister in shock Nicole didn't say what she just did.She's actually telling her that she should whore herself.And what guy is she referring to yet Avery has a pretty good idea who she's talking about."Is he a client?”

I stuttered. He met my eyes steadily, almost with amusement. “I’m Lucious Alejandro Dexter, your baby's father,” he said. How I wanted to disappear at the spot. I banged a psychopath. “I….I can't just—go with you. I have a life. I have a job and my own apartment.” “You don’t anymore,” he said to me with that blank look. “You quit.” My mouth opened, then closed again. “How do you know that? I didn't even quit yet.”

sometimes he thought he was the real Mistress of Meyer Mansion. Nickolas Meyer was a tycoon with shattering skeletons in his closets that no one knew about, James made sure that no one ever will. the road to the top hadn't been paved with roses and sweet aroma. with James silently by his side, he had soured to the top like an Eagle. and he preferred it that way. James glanced at the metal watch on the wall. it was after eleven pm. he needed some sleep if he was going to function properly. he knew what sweet dreams he will be having that night.