Quit Like A Millionaire の小説・ストーリー

“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…”

Jullius, lost in thought, downed the wine in one go, feeling a bit dizzy from the memories. “Your grudge. It seems you still hold it after all this time,” Bromo remarked. “Shut up,” Jullius retorted. Bromo continued, “Her daughter. Did you take it out on her?” “Bella Maverick,” Bromo mentioned, causing Jullius discomfort as memories of that night flooded back. "What do you think? Do you actually like that young girl?" Bromo asked, his tone dripping with mockery. Jullius snorted at the ridiculous question. "Me, interested in a kid like her? You must be joking," he replied sarcastically.

At that moment, Maurice had already seized control of Four Seasons Incorporated and had been extremely arrogant—even toward Leroy. "Yes, it's true," Quinn affirmed with a nod. "Please come to Jipsfort with us, Grandma." "You should follow them, Mom. You can see it for yourself, right? Gabe is a total lost cause," Lorraine said. She knew that Gabriel was a compulsive gambler who was beyond redemption.

“Work is work! It’s taboo to use work for personal gain. I stay true to my professional ethics. That’s enough. I’m not going to continue this nonsense with you. I’ve made an appointment with Thea to celebrate my appointment as the vice president of Transgenerational Group.” Quincy put on her large sunglasses again and turned to leave as James watched her. James glanced at Quincy, who was leaving with a satisfied look on her face. Although she was prideful, she was still a pretty good person. At least her refusing to use work for personal gains as it was a taboo made James deeply admire her. “Maybe I should get an album autograph too?” James turned around and glanced at the Transgenerational

He questioned unbelievably. “Wait, are there two Mr Quin? Judging from your expression I’m guessing you know who Mr Quin is?” Mace wiped off his enthusiasm and replaced it with a mysterious frown. “You’re kidding me, Everyone knows The Quinn’s family. Deshawn Quin is the cold heir to the Quinn’s Corp.” “Cold heir?” “Yeah, because he’s a cold rich bastard’s son, that guys Father is rumored to be a monster…in a nutshell you should never get entangled with him to begin with.” Though I felt like Mace was just exaggerating things but the look on his face says he’s not.

"Ley, we are talking about a million dollars! I hope you have already told him yes. Tell me you said yes!" "Maya!" Grace yelled. "You don't get it. This isn't a game." "What is there not to understand, Grace?" she shot back. "This is a million dollars. We're talking about life-changing money. And it’s a fake marriage. No real feelings, no real drama. So what’s the problem?"

Me: Chloe, I don’t have money for shopping right now. Chloe: Then we’ll window-shop. Come on, let’s just have some fun. I smile at her message. Me: Fine. ​I drop my phone and quickly change my outfit. I put on a short black miniskirt that stops a few inches above my thighs, a plain white crop top, and my favorite Nike sneakers. Then, I pull my hair up into a messy bun. ​I grab my purse and rush downstairs. ​After calling an Uber, I head straight to the location Chloe sent me.

He cast one final glance in the mirror, admiring how the ensemble screamed wealth and power, then turned and headed out the door. The night was his, and no matter how it unfolded, he’d keep control. Robert pulled up to Quince, one of the most exclusive spots in San Francisco. The place screamed luxury, but tonight, it was all his. He had booked the entire restaurant, ensuring no one else would be around to witness what could very well turn into another blind date disaster, courtesy of his mom. Driving his BMW i7, Robert enjoyed the smooth ride down the streets, taking in the city’s night lights. When he finally rolled up to the restaurant, the valet was already waiting, probably tipped off a

He put his phone away and said, "Get lost. Don't let me see you again, or I won't spare you." Chloe stared at him in disbelief. She tried to speak, but he cut her off. "One more thing. "Everything I gave you, repay it at double the original value." The flicker of hope on her face shattered. Those gifts had long since been pawned off and replaced with fakes. She had no money, much less enough to pay him back double. Grant turned and left without looking back, ignoring Chloe's collapse behind him. Grant took out his phone and called me.

“Didn’t you say you wanted two million dollars? Fine. I’ll give you two million—and in return, you cut all ties with me. After tonight, don’t ever show up in my life again.” When Quinn and Elliot first learned about Serena’s wealth, two million dollars had seemed like a miraculous fortune. It was more money than they’d ever dreamed of. But after Dorian had smugly mentioned the Vanderbilt estate’s value and the kind of guests who attended tonight’s gala, greed began to bloom like rot in their hearts. Elliot’s expression twisted into something ugly. “Two million?” he spat. “That’s nothing to you! Give us two hundred million dollars. Then we’ll disappear forever.”