Novel & Cerita Rachel Price Book

Rosalie gritted her teeth, her voice barely audible as she hissed, "The bank that pays your salary is one of Price Nation's businesses!" That single sentence turned Darcie's face ghostly pale. One of the top five banks in Eucon was just one of Price Nation's assets? That meant this woman was even more untouchable than Fisher Corp! In an instant, large beads of cold sweat rolled down Darcie's forehead. "Why are you apologizing to me?" After saying this to Rosalie, Priscilla turned her attention to Elara. Rosalie's mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood, and she felt her bones creak as if they might shatter.

she frantically said and held her chest. The award for most overreacting person in the world goes to; Aisie Winterfielde. "What's your intention for coming here? And why did you barge in like that?!" "I'm sorry." She rubs her neck. "I just wanna drag you along with me at Le Bon Marché. Christian Louboutin has already released a new pair of stilettos, and I can't contain my excitement anymore. So we need to buy it now! After our shopping spree, we can have a picnic and watch the Eiffel Tower twinkling lights at Champ de Mars."

If this so-called prince thinks I’m going to be his pet he’s wrong…so fucking wrong. I’m no one’s pet. Not his, not anybody’s. “Will this be it?” The tall woman with blonde hair asks. I nod. “That will be 85 dollars and 54 cents,” I bit my tongue. Damn it Lily you can’t be spending so much on books. But this is the last time I will buy them for a while. Four should last me for a bit……maybe. I reached into my purse to grab my wallet when an old hand put his card down.

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

He set up in the study without being asked, cables and screens multiplying across the desk that had, less than twelve hours earlier, been the site of a considerably different kind of activity, a fact I chose not to examine too closely while he was in the room. "The data transfer from Harlan is clean," he said, pulling up a directory tree on the main screen. "Thirty years of financial records cross-referenced with the documentation Morgan Cole kept. Between the two data sets we have transaction trails connecting Sylvester Cane to four judges, two sitting congressmen, an EPA regional director, and… " he paused, glancing at Alexander, "... Renova Holdings." I looked between them. "What's Renova

Opening bid: ten million dollars. The paddles went up like a wave. The price rocketed toward fifty million. No one dared push further. Ethan raised his paddle. "Fifty-five million." I raised mine. "Sixty million." Rachel burst out laughing the second she heard my voice. "Are you serious? Since when can cleaning ladies come to auctions? Vivian, putting on a blazer doesn't make you a businesswoman. A cheap knockoff is still a knockoff." Her voice was sharp enough that the auctioneer stepped in.

"I gave this to Mr. Goldstein! Just name your price! I'll transfer it to you right now!" Callista raised her phone watch, looking like she was about to transfer me the money. I was so shocked that I couldn't even feel the pain. Looking at Callista in front of me, I felt my limbs go numb. "Callista, what did you say?" So she repeated impatiently, "I asked you to name your price! You're willing to sell anything for money, aren't you? So hurry up and name me your price!" I felt as if my heart were being squeezed tight, so tight that I struggled to catch my next breath.

I recognized it. This was the "Heart of True Love," won by a mystery buyer for an astronomical price at an underground black market auction last month. At the time, Vincent hugged me from behind and personally promised that the necklace was being resized by a craftsman and would be my most perfect birthday gift this year. But now, this necklace representing "true love" was blatantly hanging around his mistress's neck. The other women obviously noticed the necklace too, and they all gasped in unison. "My God, Chloe, who exactly is this boyfriend of yours? That necklace costs a fortune!"

Forcing her to answer the question just as bluntly. "Anything." She said levelly. Shoulders shaking and skin flushed with her seething rage. "A heavy price indeed." He smiled evilly. "It'll be anything I ask, every eve as the sun sets." He challenged. Hoping both equally that she'd say yes and be turned over to him so easily. Or praying she'd refuse, and he could be done with her just as quickly. "Which will it be, Woman?" She paused. Lips tight as she thought it over.

Scoffing Jada raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by the sudden change in Rachel's behavior, and said, "Well, when you grow up around fake, it's easy to spot it... Now, my only curiosity is to know what your real agenda is, Lily. Or is it really Lily?" "I will speak for a good price," Rachel said, locking eyes with Jada. Silently, Jada leaned back in her chair, her expression unchanged, her demeanor cool and calculating. She was used to dealing with individuals who thought they could outmaneuver her, and she was ready to play this game. "Well, 'Lily,' let's talk business then. What's your price for the information you have?" Jada inquired, keeping her tone steady. Holding back her words, Ra