Mr Harris The Ugly Billionaire Novels & Stories

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

Arianne grinned. "Convince him, beg for it, do whatever you can to make Mr. Harris oblige. For sure his heart is not that hard." Melrose had seen Mr. Harris and he wasn't someone arrogant, rude or difficult. In fact, he was polite and friendly, a man who could be dealt with by a woman. Thinking about that, she remembered a man who sure was hard to deal with. The devilish lord she couldn't decipher as he was a very complicated person.

"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?"

“Look, Ellen, it’s my favorite place in this house,” she says to him while indicating her hand toward a table. “Oh, I have no idea that a table can be a favorite to someone!” He starts to laugh at her, but she rolls her eyes. “Don’t you have any favorite places at your husband’s house?” he gently asks her. “No, I have not,” she says while having a confident smile on her face. Ellen let out a sad chuckle and shifts his gaze from her to somewhere else with a not-so-happy face. “Yeah, why she even likes that house, but I know that my poor heart is aching at her honest opinion.” He has a big mansion where she usually stays, but what this small house has his mansion doesn’t possess: happiness! S

Janella asked in disappointment at how Evelyn looked so happy with Adrian like they were really dating each other. "Janella, what are you doing? Don't make it affect you. You can find better than Adrian. He's just handsome, but not as rich as the man you will marry soon," her mother reassures her, and she nodded with a grin. Later that night, Adrian and Evelyn found themselves in Adrian's cozy apartment. It was here that Evelyn discovered a truth about Adrian's financial standing. "I'm sorry about this, but my family isn't really well-off. In short, we're not really rich," Adrian confessed with honesty.

I was about to swipe away one when the familiar name caught my attention. 'Billionaire Ethan Harrington's secret shady business unraveled'

"So, you think I would help without you doing something in return. Life is give and take, don't you know?" "Sir, is there any other thing I could give you in return?" I could hear the desperation in her voice. She must really love her sister. I opened my mouth to say something but my phone rang. "Hello, boss." Tyler's voice came through. "What is the situation?" I asked, scowling at the phone. "The old man is dead!" He said flatly and I hung up immediately. That could only mean one thing. I had to act very fast. I galnced at the lady, standing at my front, staring at me with pleading eyes.

Dimas didn't hide anything. Harris was stunned. Mauricius and the others nearby also heard it. What? Their usually ascetic fourth son had someone? Was it a man or a woman?! Harris continued to ask, “A woman?” “Yes.” “Good lad, found yourself a sweetheart, huh!” Harris was very happy, almost as if he had found his own sweetheart! After all, this was the nephew he admired the most. He used to think he would end up a lonely bachelor, seeing how uninterested he was, but he had unexpectedly encountered his true love during a trip to Nilus City.