Quit Like A Millionaire の小説・ストーリー

"Make it another five million, or this won't be the last you hear from me!" "Fine," Frank replied, starting to get impatient. "No, wait! Not five million. Ten million!" Mr. Quaker raised his demand again, seeing how quickly Frank agreed to it. However, he had no idea that he had gone too far this time. Frank especially loathed men like him and snapped icily, "Keep this up, and you're not getting a cent!" Mr. Quaker mistook it for weakness and laughed coolly. "Pay up, brat! Ten million, or you'll suffer!"

“You win. What do you want?” Cheyenne’s eyes gleamed with triumph. “I want cash. Millions. Enough to disappear and start over somewhere far away from this mess. I know you’re loaded, Jacqueline. Your father left you more money and assets than anyone in this godforsaken family. So let’s call it… ten million to start.” My smile didn’t falter, though my mind was already formulating a plan. “Fine. You’ll get your money. But you’ll need to be patient. These things take time.”

I’ll teach you what despair is by the end of the match! With that, he controlled his character and started running toward Charmine’s base to attack. Charmine merely typed on her keyboard, unperturbed: [Oh, did you forget something? I bet with one hundred million but you betted nothing. Are you scared?] Uji Quin was triggered. [Who’s the scaredy cat here? I’ll bet with one billion! one billion bucks! If you win against me today, the money is all yours!] Uji Quin was too caught up with killing this challenger that he completely forgot to bet. The challenger had chosen a useless character… He was sure to win their fight!

“How much? A million?” I raised one brow. “Ten.” He blinked. “You’re joking.” I pulled out my phone and showed him a QR code. “Not at all. You’re Justin—the golden boy of the industry. Are you saying your life isn’t worth ten million?” His jaw clenched, his hand shaking with rage. And yet—he scanned the code. Transaction complete. I gave him a cheerful smile. “Pleasure doing business.” Lilith yanked her arm free. “Justin, don’t be mad. Mia didn’t grow up with money. She probably thinks ten million is a fortune…”

He needed a fight so he called up Elias, Chase, Greyson, and Asher, and told them to meet him at the theater. Quinn went to the garage not bothering to tell his dad he was leaving. He looked around the vast space of the ridiculously large garage and settled on his brand new hummer. He had bought it at the beginning of summer all with his own money. He had been saving from his fights and to be honest it wasn’t that hard since he always won. There was a lot of money in illegal fighting rings. Quinn was well known in that world and always brought in tons of spectators, so there was always a big payoff.

“Listen. You give me one minute on those legs, just one, and I’ll give you something special.” His brows arched, suspicious. “Special?” “Yeah.” I let the word hang, a lazy grin curling at my mouth. “Somethin’ worth the pain. Somethin’ that’ll make you forget you ever sat in this goddamn chair.” Quincy narrowed his eyes further, trying to read me. “What is it?” I leaned back, crossing my arms. “Not tellin’ you.” “Of course not,” he muttered dryly. “You’re dangling a carrot on a stick like I’m some donkey.”

I stood before the vast, imposing brown oak door of St. James Parish, breathing raggedly from the constant tightening of my chest as I waited for the main doors to burst open. I never expected things would go according to my plan. Yet today, I am marrying the drop-dead gorgeous bachelor, magnate, and heir to the Fauste Empire, Eautiquiano Fauste III, popularly known as Euthird— against his will. 'What's taking so long? Did he suddenly change his mind?'

charade blows up in my face. “You moved fifty million dollars because you’re scared?” he interrupted, voice rising slightly. “That’s your answer?” he added with a mocking scoff. He leaned forward, voice quieter now, but far more dangerous, almost like we had switched places for a second, my voice was getting increasingly louder.