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My brother was still hardheaded, and looking at them made me want to protect both. “Hey, don’t tell me you videoed our…err…that thing too?!” I heard the last trails of their conversation before they went back inside. More happiness to both of you. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much!

"There's something else." She waited, her gaze still fixed on the horizon. "Page eleven also contains a financial analysis," he said. "Of Mercer Capital's founding. The initial capital structure. Where the seed money came from." A heavy, deliberate pause. "He found the account." She went very still, her posture freezing into rigid lines. "The five thousand dollars," she said. "Yes." "He's arguing—"

I stood, already dismissing the conversation. And his voice stopped me. “Four hundred billion dollars.” He leaned forward. “I’ll give you four hundred billion dollars if you find him. And if you do it in two days, I’ll transfer fifty percent of my assets to you.” “I have all the money I need Vladimir. What makes your four hundred billion so different?” Vladimir’s grin widened. “My assets, Hilton. My assets make it all different.” Liam was silent beside me, waiting. “And you have a photo of this man?” I asked, taking over yet another desperate man's company was interesting.

Nova was deeply engrossed in her reading, a non-fiction book on business strategies that she had picked up on a whim. The sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts, and she looked up to see Lucia entering the room. Franco’s mother was as impeccably dressed as ever, her sleek dark hair styled perfectly, and her sharp features softened only slightly by the faint smile on her lips. And deep down, Nova wondered why she didn't like putting on casual clothes when she was at home. “What are you reading, dear?” Lucia asked as she approached Nova, her tone light yet tinged with curiosity. Nova smiled, holding up the book for her to see. “It’s called The Lean Startup. It’s about how to effectively s

The car drove all the way to the Capital Hotel but did not catch up with Savannah. The Capital Hotel belonged to the D.S Corporations of the Handerson Family, which was one of the four big families in the capital. It was the most high-class and luxurious seven-star luxury hotel in the capital. It was open to upper-class society, government officials, merchants, celebrities, experts, and scholars. There was a saying in the capital that even if you had money, you might not be able to stay in the Capital Hotel. "President!" "President!" ... As soon as Callan appeared at the gate of the Capital Hotel, two lines of unanimously dressed public relations staff bent in unison and saluted him in front

I really didn't get what she meant by her last statement until she ordered Raven to check my account balance and remove whatever was inside before I went. "But is that really necessary grandmother? You know how impoverished he is so I bet he will have any money in his account". Raven suggested, advising aunt not to go into that since they may not find anything in my account. "Even though the money won't be much or won't be up to $100 but I want his account to be Empty! I want Him to walk out of here with no single penny in his account even though it was one dollar". Aunt spoke out with so much hatred in her eyes for me. "How could a commoner moron even have $100 in their grandmother's accoun

Edwards' Black badge Cullinan series Rolls Royce Drove through the streets of London, taking the latest couples to their new home. Looking out the window, Vanessa felt relieved not because of the view, but because she was out of those Palace walls. Sitting in silence has now become a norm between these two, only that this time it was thick with unspoken thoughts. They removed at the giant but beautiful gates of Edward mansion, Vanessa was left in shock, because the sheer grandeur of the place was overwhelming, bigger than her father's palace.

“Then whose is it?” No one answered immediately. Because the implications— weren’t simple. Cassandra spoke first. “There are only a handful of players who can move capital at this level without exposure.” Victor nodded once. “And all of them avoid unnecessary attention.” Rowan added, “Especially during instability.” Lucian swallowed. “…Then why is someone stepping in now?” The answer came— not from logic. But from instinct. Elena’s voice dropped. “Because this isn’t about the market.”

Since Nova thought she could just step out of her poverty, enter the luxury industry, and have everything she wanted, then how about they leave her with a little nothing? Because she, Camilla, would never allow a low-class girl like Nova to have everything that she desired. If she couldn't have Zaydeen Black for herself, then she would make sure she wouldn't let Nova have Zaydeen as well! They were going to ruin her completely.