Quit Like A Millionaire の小説・ストーリー

Quitting is. She would not quit. Not here. Not now. The First Confrontation Near the center of the hall, a tall man intercepted her path. Mr. Ellery — a wealthy donor she remembered shaking hands with at a foundation fundraiser years ago. His smile was polished, but his eyes gleamed with mockery. “Well, well,” he said loudly, ensuring a circle of guests could hear, “the infamous Miss Quinn. I must commend your… audacity, attending tonight despite everything.” A ripple of laughter spread through the crowd.

Elena revealed with tears rolling down her cheeks Mark watched but remained silent, he stroked his beard and shook his head in pity, "I'm going to be elected president of the Quine Group, the club of all the richest men in the world but to get that sacred position, I must be legally married. A model as my wife will rob me of that seat because the judges will see through my tricks" he paused to catch his breath

Therefore, even though deep down, she felt that Charlie was being a little harsh when he was punishing Jaime because of her, at the same time, she was also filled with a different kind of happiness in her heart. So, Quinn typed shyly: [Fortunately, I’ve already decided to quit the entertainment industry after this concert. Otherwise, I do not know how many more people Brother Charlie will force to go on a pilgrimage to the southwest in the future…] Charlie laughed and replied: [Do you think that there will be no one who would harass you like Jaime Schulz anymore even after you leave the entertainment industry?] Quinn replied seriously: [I’ll have to prepare to take over my father’s work afte

Conclusions will be drawn sooner or later. Alarabella politely smiled, 'Is that so? I believe your haste exposes your anxiety. Indeed - someone reliant solely on their father's wealth naturally warrants caution. If Mr. Northridge discovers a more promising prospect, you might find yourself discarded soon. I must take pride in merely being a stepping stone for you.' Chloe's smile vanished instantly. Suddenly, Chloe raised her hand and harshly slapped Alarabella across the cheek. Alarabella, completely unprepared, was engulfed by the sudden burst of pain and flickering lights, feeling dizzy.

he reproaches with disdain. The young woman senses the sarcasm, which annoys her. "If you think your demeanor is going to make me uncomfortable, you're very wrong," she reveals, to the millionaire's surprise. "It's true, I was born into a golden crib, but life hasn't treated me that way. You don't need me, but your son does. If I'm here, it's for me, not for you. It's part of my process... Let's not fool ourselves, you know my life. You know my ex-husband cheated on me, and I lost my baby. Even today, I'm still lactating. I need this, Ayden."

Mr Meyer couldn't complete his sentence but his son helped him out "and you raped her. I am the product of that act, huh?" There was a long silence that Fred Meyer knew what the outcome of that silence meant. When Fred hung up and glanced at his system,he suddenly realised something: the stock market was not in his favour. His shares were going down. But much more than that, Someone had hacked into his company's website…

The person that popped up on his screen next was WILLIAM DAVIS. A well known renowned business man and... "MR LUCIAN, MISS CLARISSA IS MARRIED "

I really can't understand men sometimes, they are very complicated and insensitive. I ended up packing my things up and I'm still figuring how to work this out without hurting anyone's feelings or messing up someone's life. I should make a plan that will fulfil this quest a hundred percent. An idea came up to me that draw a smile on my face. Hmmm, I can smell success! "Miss, this is too much", the cab driver tried to refuse the tip I gave to him by driving me to the mansion where my endeavour will be taking place. I can see his eyes growing wide while accepting my payment. He is about to give the change to me a while ago but I told him to keep it and disbelief was all in his face.

He tried again, but slower this time. PASSWORD INCORRECT — 1 ATTEMPT LEFT BEFORE LOCK. “No, no, no, that small boy must have written it wrong!” He typed it one last time, sweating. ENTER. The screen went black. Then loud, stupid music started playing: BABY SHARK DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO. A website popped up, taking over his whole screen. It was bright pink. Big, bold letters flashed: CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE WON 1 MILLION DOLLARS!

The consigliere who had served him faithfully for three years slowly put his phone away and took a step back, “Don Whitmore, the elders just announced an emergency meeting. They want you to explain where this recording came from.” “Explain?” Xavier laughed maniacally, “I’m the Don! Why should I have to explain myself to anyone?” “You killed Sam,” another of his men remarked icily and did not even bother to address him as Don Whitmore anymore. “Sam treated us like brothers, and you went and killed him just to be with his wife?” “Shut up!” Xavier fired a shot that just barely missed the man and grazed his cheek, leaving behind a streak of blood. Jakob, who was still on the ground, turned to Xa