Novel & Cerita Rachel Price Book

And he had actually flirted with a married woman, saying stuff like I love you every day. Maybe it was the sheer absurdity of it all, but Tim’s mood turned slightly sour. When he named his price, he didn’t bother with pleasantries. “My rates start at two hundred thousand. One punch from me is another two hundred thousand. Getting hit, injuries—those are extra.” Rachel did have money, but she couldn’t spend it like that. Even having two million wouldn’t be enough. Gathering her courage, she said, “Boss… can you knock off a zero?”

"Well, stop staring then. I charge ten thousand dollars per look." Rachel immediately pulled out her checkbook, wrote a large string of numbers on it, and tossed it to Andrew. "No problem. I'll prepay for 1000 looks!" Only then did Andrew remember that this woman was ridiculously wealthy. Duncan had once joked that even her underwear was diamond-studded. "Alright, you win. Now tell me what you want. If it's nothing important, don't interrupt my training session." Rachel reluctantly pulled her gaze away. "Mr. Lloyd, Cillian has kicked the bucket!"

Rachel's heartbeat picked once she realized that the Keltofane was in her reach. "How much is everything?" Rachel usually just handed Tilly the money when it came to these purchases. After Rachel required usage of the drug. She had been the one paying for every purchase for the past year. "It's two-hundred quid babe," Rachel handed Sharon the two-hundred pounds. The exchange was easy and simple. Rachel headed back down the stairs ecstatic at what she had completed independently. Oli and Kate held shots in their hands and waited by the bottom of the staircase. Their presence surprised Rachel as they had been nowhere to be found previously.

Sigrid replied, "Then buy them all and try them out one by one." "Okay!" Rachel took a peek at Cyrus. She was relieved when she saw that he was not paying attention to her. Then, she quickly searched for sexy lingerie online. She found a store, which specifically sold lingerie. She felt that she had hit the jackpot! The lingerie was scanty and the price was cheap. A set only cost her a few dollars. The style was incredibly sexy too. Rachel excitedly chose a few and put them under her wish list. After that, she bought the ones which she really liked.

“I forgive you.” He smiled, clearly moved. Then, reaching into his drawer, he handed her a card. “You don’t have proper clothes. I want you to be comfortable with the family. Go buy yourself something.” Rachel was about to refuse, but he insisted. “Please,” he said. “Thank you,” she whispered, accepting the card. Mr. Daniels clapped his hands, and his assistant entered. “Tell the driver to take her to the boutique,” he instructed. Rachel was taken to a luxurious boutique. Her eyes widened at the prices—every dress, every shoe cost more than she spent in three months. Still, she chose only a few items, but the total still climbed over $15,000.

“Those were organized trips. We cleared them with the stores ahead of time. Didn’t you notice no one else was shopping?” “I thought that was because the prices were so high. I didn’t realize it was for me.” I slouched in my seat. I felt like an idiot for not noticing earlier that every trip with Rachel had been carefully timed and organized. Dean looked back at me, his eyes darting to look through the back window. “Rachel didn’t want to say anything because it was pretty obvious you already felt out of place here. But you should know now. The tabloids are clamoring for pictures. You are the hot topic right now and they want you. They’re offering some high prices for pictures and that means t

"That's all?" "It's enough." The corners of Jepherson's mouth curled upwards. She didn't catch the obvious message intended in the number. She was so slow to get the hint, he thought. Raeleigh looked at Jepherson for a while and asked, "How much is the price?" "One hundred thirty-three million and four thousand." Jepherson said casually. Raeleigh looked at him and asked, "Why is this number so strange?" "The sum is equivalent to the title of 'Darling Wife'."

But business was not her area of expertise, so in the end, it had to be Liz’s decision. Just then, Rachel’s phone lit up on the table. She glanced at the screen, unlocked it, and arched a brow before a faint smile tugged at her lips. When Liz came back from the restroom and sat down, Rachel turned toward her. “Ms. Smith, I’ve been thinking it over. Dropping the supply price by three percent really is steep. How about this instead? Let’s lower it by just one percent. If you agree, we can sign the contract right now.”

This was completely out of his plan and control! The price had doubled! Who the hell was this guy who dared make such a bid and openly challenged Phoenix Pavilion’s mysterious guest? Wallace’s face appeared very ugly at the moment, and Miss Clarke, who was next to him, also glared at him angrily. Then, she got up, turned to look at Philip who was still sitting calmly, and said, “650 million!” “800 million!” Philip countered. Rachel was so angry that her eyebrows went into a twist. She turned her head and glared at Wallace who was covered in sweat beside her. She stepped on her high heels, twisted her waist, and was about to leave the venue with her people.

Rachel grinned and struck a playful pose, admiring the dress. “Maybe I should buy them all,’’ I blurted out. Her head snapped up immediately, shock etched on her face. “I don't think it's necessary to do, I think we should go with just this,” she turns to the woman. “How much is this?” “Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars,” she smiled. “What?” Rachel's jaw dropped open, she turned to me. “Let's just stick with this one.” I remained quiet, their voices fading gradually as I admired the way the clothes brought out her figure…just like Rachel's. “Can I get more beautiful ones?”