Novel & Cerita Rachel Price Book

Ch 3 {Different Families ..., Different problems } Rachel walked around clapping her hands together. “It has been 5 minutes already, just walk in and collect your phone” “I will, Okay! am just trying to compose myself “Rachel said and takes a deep breath. Saying a short prayer, she knocks on miss Martha’s office door. “Come in, “Her voice said and Rachel breaths in and entered closing the door behind her. Miss Martha is arranging her books, ready to go home.

"No need to think. I'll help finish it later" Rapheal answered casually before taking the tea bottle that Rachel had opened and drank. Rapheal casually drank from the bottle Rachel had drunk. "But the price is very expensive sir" Rachel commented to Rapheal in a whisper, because she didn't want to offend Mrs. Riri. "You don't need to think about paying for food. Later, Stanley will pay for all of this food, Rapheal replied to his wife, who could still think about the high price.

“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

Noah's POV "Rachel Houston," Juliet’s voice echoed through the room, calm but ringing with finality. The moment she said it, I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Rachel Houston, the woman behind RA Lavantado, the brand everyone had been talking about for years. How could this be possible? Rachel, of all people? The same Rachel who had been a ghost since that one night, the same Rachel I had thought was out of my life forever, was now standing before everyone as a global fashion icon.

“He let you go outside like that?” “He picked it.” “Well, he got taste.” I laugh and head upstairs. Rachel, my assistant, lights up when she sees me. “Good morning, boss. Ooooh, you look good.” “Thank you. So do you.” She smiles. “You’ve got a few messages. And there’s a gift on your desk.” A gift? I walk into my office, half expecting flowers from Kole. I sit down. Check emails. Messages. Then I open the box.

Rachel pulled me on the way to the store. “You don’t need to buy me a new phone.” I said weakly to Rachel. “Especially like that,” I added. I saw that the phone that Rachel chose cost over three thousand dollars. “I insist. Also, I can contact you easily.” “You can buy me different—” “Christine, don’t worry, this is just a small thing.” I didn’t argue anymore after Rachel paid for the phone and handed it to me. “It also has a sim card, and I have saved your phone number so I can call you anytime and I won’t go through your bodyguard’s trouble.”

She turned to her mother, "Mom, we can't lose to them! We have to bid too!" "Understood!" Ximena was determined to get the manuscript tonight, no matter the cost. The bidding hit 10 million, but it didn’t stop there. The price quickly reached 15 million, and Sebastian raised the bid again. "20 million!" Gasps filled the room. The price for half of an old book had reached an astronomical figure. It was beyond most people's comprehension. At the 20 million mark, the number of bidders dwindled significantly. Many people hesitated—this was an amount few could afford to pay, and many didn’t even know how to handle such a rare piece of history.

Diane finally lifted her eyes to look at me, her gaze sharp with scrutiny and laced with mockery. "Kian, I heard you studied finance. You sit in a temperature-controlled office all day. Do you even know how much a delivery rider makes per order out there in the heat? "Do you know the price difference between a pound of vegetables and a pound of meat? You’ve never experienced the most basic realities of life. What gives you the right to talk about building anything?" Her questions left me speechless. Olivia shot me an anxious look, trying to smooth things over. "Mom, Kian, he—"

My head lolled to one side, and darkness swallowed me whole. Rachel approached Elias with trembling hands 30 minutes later, carrying three large bags of pink blood. He flew into a rage. "What the hell is this? Are you helping Celia mess with me, too?" Then, he stormed toward the next room to confront me. Rachel froze before looking at him with a stricken look on her face. "Mr. Thatcher... didn't you know?" she whispered tremulously. "You drained Ms. Starling dry. She's dead."

the store attendant says as her eyes crinkle in admiration. “Well only the price of the dress would determine if this is it,” I say trying to downplay how badly I want the dress. “You’re in luck, the dress is on sale for half the price and as your friend has confirmed, it’s right in your budget.” As the words register in my head, I picture myself back in the dressing room, looking at myself in awe, realising I had never looked like that in a dress before. As I go back in to change, I sneak another glance at myself through the mirror and look away so I don’t get carried away.