Novel & Cerita Mr Harris The Ugly Billionaire

Sabrina’s POV The event was broadcast live on all the major TV stations in the city, with Mr Harrington unveiling his $500 million project. I sat in the living room with popcorn, my eyes glued to the TV. “These people are fucking wealthy!! $500 million for charity? That is insane,” Bree said, digging her hand deep into my popcorn. “Well, good for them,” I replied dismissively. “Wait… isn’t that the guy hitting on you?” “Jace Harrington?”

took a slow sip of tea, her every move relaxed and effortless, yet her quiet dominance filled the air and pressed down on everyone around her. “If you’re this bothered about me hiring a photographer, what exactly are you so afraid of?” Scarlett froze in place, unable to answer. Mrs. Harris Sr. had been famous in her younger days for being a formidable woman, and even now, well into her senior years, she still ran the Harris family with an iron grip. Sitting across from her, Scarlett’s usual confidence had all but evaporated. Hazel Jenkins, the eldest of the daughters-in-law, quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

And lastly, she was linking her arms next to a tall handsome man I didn't know! As if to make things worse, another man appeared from the entrance, tall and confident. I instantly recognized this one. A top billionaire in the city with his retail shops established in over five hundred branches scattered across countries. Adrian Smith, owner of A&D group. What was he doing here? "Meghan dear. I've made reservations already. We don't want to be late." That Adrian was speaking to my wife like they were buddies! "What? Reservations? What reservations?" I forgot my purpose of visiting and instantly wanted to just hold my Meghan by the hand and drag her away from these men.

Hunter pouted. "Yes, we can't leave them here alone," Wynter rolled her eyes. "Okay, we are all ready, but where is Harris?" Sabrina sighed, looking at her wristwatch. "I too am ready!" a thick voice came from the staircase. A very handsome Harris, with his massive 6'4" height, was descending the stairs dressed in a crisp black suit, and his hair gelled to perfection. He looked no less than a supermodel. Even though Harris was just 19 years old, anyone could confuse him for a 24-year-old man, and his physique and facial structure contributed to the aura he had built around himself. Standing next to his mother, they looked like a couple because of her petite figure.

Mark had optimistically thought that $750,000 could last until Arianne gave birth to the child, but he thought wrong. To get that much money in one go was to compel a man to lose all of his sensibilities. Harris, already a disgustingly greedy man, managed to lose every single penny in a series of gambling fiascos. After a night of spectacular losses, the broke man came back knocking on Mark’s door like a soulless husk.

SOPHIA The woman was wearing an elegant burgundy dress, with her dark hair swept up in a knot. She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. “Mrs. Marchetti,” Big Mike greeted, sounding instantly respectful. This was Mrs. Marchetti? No wonder even Big Mike was scared of her. There was an icy air about her, and even her husband didn't inspire such dread in my heart. “I asked a question? What is happening here?” Mrs. Marchetti repeated, her eyes fixed on Big Mike's.

Daniel said loudly when we reached the table. “If it isn’t the billionaire husband.” Vanessa’s eyes shifted toward me. The hatred in them was unmistakable. “Still playing dress-up as Mrs. Wolfe?” she sneered. I ignored her. Alexander looked at Daniel calmly. “You look relaxed.” Daniel laughed. “I should be. I just withdrew ten million dollars today.” Vanessa giggled beside him. “You should have seen the bank manager’s face.” My stomach twisted. They actually thought they had won. Alexander pulled out a chair and sat down slowly across from Daniel.

The texture was peculiar, almost organic, as if the paper itself had been grown rather than manufactured. "Sophia, I’ve looked into it," Jake’s voice crackled through the speakers, carrying a rare hint of exhaustion that suggested he hadn’t slept in days. "The so-called 'Harris Estate Trust' handles tens of billions of dollars in annual turnover. But they don't invest in real estate or the internet. They invest in only one field: neural restructuring under extreme human stress."

Clinton smiled spontaneously, focusing again on the data on the screen. Harris didn't take much notice of Clinton's anomaly, leaning his chin on his phone screen. Harris is being manipulated by the devil and opened the dating site yesterday. Harris then clicked on Mr.R's profile picture, which showed a beautiful, elongated hand holding a glass of wine. This photo is stolen, without a good angle, but still used by Mr.R. Last night, Harris was stroked and loved countless times by that beautiful hand. The blood in Harris's body rushed to his brain, and he forced himself to calm down. After five minutes, Harris clicked into the dialog box, and inside there was still a message containing the loca

"She's also the one who slandered the madam for being a murderer." Kirk could vaguely remember who Aurora was now, but he couldn't care less about her appearance or height. Since she was set to be married to Asher, she was already considered a part of the Hackett family. The one thing he knew was that the Hacketts were on his blacklist. "Charles, sell 30% of SY Group's shares and take over Hackett Group." Both Charles and Cheryl took a sharp intake of breath. Charles turned to face Cheryl and told her in a low voice, "Ms. Lewis, can you leave us for a bit?"