Novel & Cerita Rachel Price Book

But anxiety, curiosity, and a searing need to know drove me there. The first two drawers of the cabinet were filled with ledgers and old financial records. I was ready to quit when I saw a black notebook behind a stack of files. It had an old leather cover, curled edges, and a cracked spine as if it had been held tightly too many times. I opened it. The handwriting was unmistakably Elias's. It started out looking like a logbook. There were coordinates, and shipment manifests. But halfway in, the entries… changed. It became personal. Some names were crossed out and there were abstract references to fires as well as a handwritten note in the margin that read:

"Didn’t mean to ruin your moment." Rayvan placed the book back. "I’ll look for another one," he said without looking at me, and walked away. He gave up the book so easily? That wasn’t like him. Since when did Rayvan back down? Professor Christian called us for group discussion. "Today, we’re talking about price discrimination." Rayvan led the discussion. He sounded more serious than usual. "Anyone have a real-world example?" "N*****x," said Richard. "They charge different prices in different countries."

When my billionaire birth parents tried yet again to bring me home, I shook my head without hesitation. As someone practically born with dollar signs in her eyes, I loved money more than just about anything. But even I knew better than to walk straight into the drama of a filthy-rich family. “I may love money more than life itself, but there’s no way I’m stepping into that mess. Knowing my luck, I’d walk away without a dime and get screwed over by the fake heiress instead.” My parents immediately protested. “Xena has always been such a sweet, sensible girl. She’d be too busy spoiling you to ever hurt you.” Since they clearly didn’t believe me, I pulled a document from my pocket titled “

Rachel nodded her head as she saw the clothes, knowing her size well, she just pointed out the ones she needed. “Do you want to try them on? The sales girl asked when she saw her action. “Nah…. Just pack them up”. Rachel said, making the sales girl's eyes almost pop out. She looked at the price tag of each outfit and almost fainted in happiness, selling more means getting recognition from the higher up, so she was very happy. She immediately went to work as she packed the outfits Rachel had chosen. “Please have a seat, while I go pack them”. The sales lady said with a fawning smile.

As she walked past the charity's glass table she saw a book that was similar to the one Clarke bought for her after their little argument days ago. "Hey... I have this book. Dear rose...." Rachel exclaimed "Okay?" Charity acted so calmly, she wanted to hear what Rachel would say concerning the book. "the book is so nice, concise, and beautifully written" "Really? I just got the book" charity answered back. It was a lie. Rachel was able to detect this because she had gotten so used to charity in such a way that she knew what each of the charity's facial expressions meant. "Why are you acting weird?" Rachel grimaced.

Several of the outfits caught my eye as I strolled to the counter. I held my breath as I saw who was at the counter. It was none other than Rachel herself, her hair dyed pink in a severe bob, wearing one of her signature avant-garde looks. She looked intently at a ledger and only saw me approach from the corner of my eye. Quickly, I grabbed a random dress and strolled up to the counter. “Rachel Fashion, how many I help you,” she said, still going through her ledger. “Hi. I’d like to buy this dress. How much does it cost?” I said with a smile.

It was pristine, glowing like it had been waiting for the right spotlight. Rachel’s eyes widened the moment she saw it. “Is that… what I do think it is?” I carefully pulled the delicate fabric out. “It’s from the new Hermes collection.” She blinked. “Wait. As in, the limited-release collection?” I nodded once. Rachel practically choked on her breath. “Girl. This dress costs more than my entire rent for a year. Your mom doesn’t just have money. She has status. Like, silent-auction-in-Milan kind of status.”

' Beatrice thought, her heart beating faintly. 'What the hell is he talking about? New price for what?' She pondered. “Which is?” Beatrice asked throatily. The back of her throat suddenly getting dry and itchy, and she wanted to cough out so badly to clear her doubts about what the new price of renting the penthouse might be. “One point two million US dollars,” Mr. Shawn briefed, and she coughed out, almost letting the documents and files in her arms fall to the floor. “What!!?” Beatrice shrieked Loudly, her eyes bulging out of her socket before she cautioned herself, realizing that she was still in her workplace.

"Ms. Sloan, Martha mentioned in her livestream that the Complexion Elixir costs 399 dollars. According to her, the price is intended as a thoughtful gesture. She hopes every woman will have the opportunity to feel beautiful. "Her livestream has also gone completely viral! Rumor has it that Martha's audience has topped ten million for the first time…" Upon hearing this, the last flicker of hope in Roxy's eyes faded.

This was also the reason why Travis had been willing to spend two billion dollars in order to bid for one of Charlie’s Rejuvenating Pill. The overall strength of those wealthy people at the scene that day were all far worse off as compared to that of the Golding family. If a group of top-notch wealthy people of the Golding family’s caliber was to be gathered, the auction price for a single Rejuvenating Pill might even exceed ten billion dollars. Rachel understood the value of the Rejuvenating Pill very well. So, she was naturally very excited and grateful. Yule was even more touched.