Novel & Cerita Rachel Price Book

As long as it’s not the current company, anyone can rent it. Once I had arranged everything, I poured myself a glass of red wine and gently swirled it. Tomorrow was going to be lively. Mr. Parker will be coming for an inspection. The agent will be bringing people to view the office. Winnie will also be trying to prove herself. And I would start pulling in the net. I took out a sheet of paper and listed everything that could be calculated, one by one. Vehicle value: 4,000,000. Purchase tax: 320,000.

At nine o’clock the same night, I watched Isabel's live stream on my phone. She was flaunting her million-dollar Patek Philippe watch. "I tattooed the word ‘old spinster’ on that freeloading old hag. She’s thirty years old, but her skin is already all crusty. I made sure to use darker color ink so it wouldn’t come off!" The viewers in the livestream applauded what she did, which inspired her to gloat again.

Headlines spread like wildfire: ‘MIRA STEPHEN MELIŚ: THE QUEEN OF SECOND CHANCES FROM POVERTY TO PHILANTHROPY: HOW MIRA STEPHEN IS REDEFINING POWER.’ ‘JACKSON MELIŚ STANDS BOLDLY BESIDE WIFE AS NEW FOUNDATION LAUNCHES.’

“Well, if you have nothing to say or do, leave! This interview can’t possibly go well. I need someone capable, not a mute.” “Pardon my manners, Mr. Wells, you seemed deep in thought. I don’t know what came over me. Uhhh… My naa, my name is Naomi. Naomi Quen.” “For crying out loud, I’ll never get the job now.” “Well, Ms. Quen, it’s good to know you’re not a mute. What do you have to offer that the other candidates don’t? What makes you think you’d be a good candidate for the position?” “Well, as stated on my resume, I was the lead sales manager at K corp. I had thirty subordinates report to me daily, and I never had a quarter below projected revenue.”

He flipped it open, and the screen glowed with familiar names and numbers—my gallery’s private financial reports. “We accessed the full foundation application data,” Dmitri explained, his tone purely analytical, but without the robot-like detachment I usually expected. He sounded like a doctor giving a prognosis. “Your upcoming exhibit, the 'Abstracted Futures' show, is over-budget by 18% before installation. The Larson consignment payment is delayed, which leaves your working capital at a three-month low. Sasha is managing the debt well, but the entire structure is precariously balanced on hope and excellent reviews.”

Her voice shook with excitement. "This... this is century-old blood vine, the kind that grows only on sheer cliffs deep in the mountains. You can't buy this on the market. It's priceless!" Then she opened the bottle of salve, and her eyes nearly popped out. "Could this be... the black jade bone-mending salve lost for a century? My God, this purification technique, this potency..." Dr. Mercer suddenly looked up and stared at Mrs. Whitmore, asking urgently, "This half bottle of salve, plus these herbs, is worth at least three million!

"Name your price," Wilma said haughtily. Rachel raised an open palm. "Five hundred million." Wilma choked, looking in disbelief at Rachel, who now wore a faint smile. "You must be out of your mind! Five hundred million? Do you think you're made of gold? How dare you ask for such an astronomical amount?! For someone like you, two hundred thousand dollars is considered a good deal!" Rachel crossed her arms across her chest and looked disdainfully at Wilma.

Rachel was taken by a light blue fishtail dress, and the salesperson enthusiastically introduced it as their new designer piece for the season. "Look at how it accentuates your figure, it's like it was tailor-made for a mermaid princess. And those crystals, they're genuine Austrian crystals." As the salesperson raved about the dress, I caught a glimpse of the price tag - $110,000? "Tailor-made for a mermaid princess? Will it turn into bubbles when you put it on?" I couldn't help but tease. "And all those Austrian crystal embellishments, under well-refracted indoor lighting, they'll make you look quite well-endowed, Rachel."

Clara nodded again, but something was already sitting in her chest. The price. Zara crossed her arms. “So… how much is it?” Mrs. Kirk answered calmly. “One hundred and fifty thousand dollars monthly.” Clara froze. Zara blinked. “Excuse me?” “That is the discounted price,” Mrs. Kirk added. Clara let out a small laugh. “Discounted?” “Yes. The original price is three hundred thousand.” Zara shook her head immediately. “No, I think there’s been a mistake.” Mrs. Kirk frowned slightly. “There is no mistake.”

“Why would I do that? How would I not recognize this old face? “If it weren’t for you coming over and making a big fuss to embarrass me, I wouldn’t have done this! I’m not a monster! “Even though my career isn’t as established as yours, I’m still rather successful. Aren’t you scared that my mother will find out about this and be upset over it?” His irrationality made me want to slap him. However, Mary’s safety was more important than our marriage. I gritted my teeth and almost gave in. At the same time, a man started speaking. “Helen, is that you? What’s going on?” I turned around and saw Richard Lee, a CEO who had a long working relationship with my company.