Mr Harris The Ugly Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Tsk! Why are you so grumpy? Of course I won’t let you do it in vain. As long as you help me to do this, I’ll pay you $1,000,000, and I will hire you as the vice president of Hill Manufacturing Company again. You'll have both the name and money. You’ll be rich and get promoted. I don’t see why you would refuse.” “You're a freaking jerk. Stop talking nonsense!” Harris scolded loudly, “Who am I, Harris Ford, to you? I’m telling you now, even if I die, I won’t do this kind of immoral thing for you! Do you want to use me to set Harvard up? Go and dream about it!” Harris slammed the account book on the tea table, turned back, and left. Before he walked to the door, Lucas said, “Uncle Harris, your

Handsome, fair-skinned, and seemingly wealthy. He read the contents of what he was reading.” “I was just going to have lunch with my partner, but I got a big scoop. Only now did I see that the very handsome widowed businessman, Mr. Charles Hudson, has a date again. The girl looks familiar and seems to be trending nowadays. Isn’t she the rumored mistress of a billionaire? Guess who! I won’t say!” Damn! Damn! Damn!

My eyes widened slightly. “A billionaire?” “Not just that.” Dr. Harris leaned back. “He owns several businesses across different countries. Most of our funding comes through one of his medical foundations.” I knew he was rich cause a commoner can not afford to just buy me a Louis Vuitton two piece. Dr. Harris continued quietly. “Years ago, he established research centers dedicated to finding a cure for a rare genetic illness.” “What illness?” He hesitated. “It’s a condition that’s still largely incurable. The attacks happen without warning, and when they do…” He sighed. “Patients lose control of their bodies. The pain is unbearable.”

Martin said, "I'm calling because I have something new for you." The tone in his voice made her sit upright. "What kind of something?" "The expensive kind." "Now you've got my attention." "The Harrison Estate." Elara frowned. The name sounded familiar. Then it clicked. Robert Harrison. Technology billionaire. Investor. Philanthropist. The man currently dominating every news channel in America. Three days earlier his helicopter had crashed into the Pacific Ocean. The wreckage had been recovered. His body had not. The media called it a tragedy. Conspiracy theorists called it murder.

“Every record. Every payment. Every letter. If my father buried this, I want it dug up.” Grace closed the door behind her and came fully into the room. She looked older in that moment, as if the weight of an old secret had settled back onto her shoulders. “Your father handled it privately. There was a woman. She worked in one of the regional offices. She claimed she had given birth to his child and demanded recognition and support. He denied paternity. The matter was settled with a large payment and a signed agreement that she would never contact the family again. Margaret Hale took the money and disappeared. We were told the claim was false. We chose to believe it.”

He had clearly been expecting tears, or pleading, or both, and the absence of either seemed to catch him off guard. Before he could respond, his phone beeped and he pulled it out, the moment he read the screen his entire face changed. The tension in his jaw released and his eyes softened and he became, in an instant, a completely different person, the warm and gentle person Bella used to believe belonged to her. He turned toward the door, then stopped without looking back at her. "Prepare the room," he said. Bella stared at his back. "What?" "Natalie just got back from traveling and she needs to settle in properly, so prepare the room for her." His tone was flat and casual, as though he had

Her tone sounded almost like she was giving me kind advice. “You should transfer Nina to another school as soon as possible. It’ll be better for everyone.” I frowned. Other than me, was there another richest man in this city? “Who is this richest man you’re talking about?” “Who else could it be? Mr. Harris, of course. Mr. John Harris!” Ms. Zeller rolled her eyes at me again. This time, I truly laughed. She had actually amused me. John Harris had once been so desperate that he went through three different connections just to get in front of me and beg for a job as my driver.

She nodded in agreement. Ashton took a better look at her. Her head was still bandaged properly and she was still connected to a drip. He sighed tiredly. "Stay with her Zachary, There's something I have to do." --- "Jace Lockhart, it says here that you are quite the debt owner. You borrowed 15 million from Mr. Sanchez and now he wants you to pay back. What do you have to say about this Mr. Lockhart?" Jace said nothing, he remained calm. Peterson sighed tiredly. "I'm telling you for the last time Mr. Lockhart, you remaining silence means you are guilty as charged."

It was news about a billionaire who had just opened a new apartment called Gardenia Hills 12. "Wow. Gardenia Hills 12. This means the number of the twelfth apartment he built? Whoa, crazy. It's really rich." Derrick chuckled in awe. Then, he read it with interest. He had always been fascinated by business and very fond of someone who could be successful in business. "The apartment built by Valentino Araya ...." Derrick stopped reading. He tried to think more. "Araya? Sounds like a familiar name. Araya. Right. I think I've heard of it somewhere. But where ...." Derrick tapped his finger on the table.

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.