Novel & Cerita Rich Dad Poor Dad Free Audiobook

"You've been together in everything, right? You are best friends, so why did you let daddy ruin his life and squander all the money he saved for me?" I swallowed hard, looking directly at Daddy Richard. I knew that tears would start falling from my eyes any moment now because I know myself. I get emotional when it comes to daddy. I love him so much. "You are his best friend. So you're supposed to be saving him from addiction, Daddy Richard. You should be helping him return to his old self. You should be helping him rise again. But why did you let him reach this point?" I asked, taking a deep breath.

Hearing this, Camilla's expression instantly changed as she cried out in shock, "Dad? Is it really you?" After she finished speaking, she looked up at Edward and said hurriedly, "Edward, it’s from Dad." “Oh.” Edward said with an indifferent expression as he walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite her. Camilla saw Edward coming over and thought that Edward wanted to listen to Frederick, so she turned on the speaker. Frederick's voice came from the phone. It sounded like he was much panicked. "Camilla, I was kidnapped. They want 300 million. They can let me go as long as they get the money. Please help daddy to get the money. . ."

She drops her hands at her sides, clenching them into fists. “You know what? I can have my dad, you know, the Valerian Everhart, billionaire, mogul, all-around rich man, invest in your father’s company. You know, he has a few measly millions to give out to the less fortunate. I’m sure a couple million will help you guys at home.” “Who the hell do you even think you are?!” “Someone much richer than you, baby girl.” “You think a few millions-“ “Billions.” I corrected, while staring at my nails.

I muttered under my breath, my fist clenching clutching onto the fabric of my cheap chiffon dress as I stared at the picture again. He was indeed curled up in the arms of another woman while I was being forced to make a hard decision. Why did I think that a wealthy billionaire like him would choose a poor woman like me with nothing to her name? He’d promised me a lifetime of love, peace and happiness with him, but instead, he inflicted me with pain and despondence. How was I to take care of this child on my own?

The shopkeeper peeked from behind a stack of YA novels with an indulgent smile, as if this was the best kind of transaction. We bought the book—of course we did—and left the shop with a small parcel and a plan to picnic by the river. The day stretched like warm bread. We ate sandwiches and fed crumbs to gulls, and he read The Little House That Held Tuesdays out loud in the kind of voice he used when he wanted to make something feel like a bedtime story. His voice wobbled on certain words—names—where emotion sat too close to his throat. Each stumble made me love him more.

he said “Continue your shopping spree. I would even thank you for being too lavish.” He said and let out a chuckle. Did I just hear him right? He's not angry. He even looked please to what I did. Is he really that rich for him to see two billion as a penny? With two billion, I can already pay my rent for several centuries. “Let's see if your spending can surpass my ability to earn money. I earn almost a hundred billion a day, can you also spend a hundred billion for today?” I almost gasp to what he said

However, right at this moment, he was holding hands with my mom, Melissa Phelps, and my younger brother, Randall Carter, while loudly proclaiming that he was about to buy a 500,000-dollar Ferrari for Randall without even blinking an eye. In fact, when I thought that he was just showing Randall around and letting him pretend to drive it, Dad suddenly brought out his card and said, "Alright, we're getting this car, then!" My brain went blank at that very moment. My mind was filled with images of Mom and Dad complaining about being poor whenever they were with me. Just hours ago, they had piled the last few pieces of chicken nuggets onto my plate and looked at me with guilty eyes. "It's our fau

I had graduated, too, and was starting my own branded company. I knew that David tried many times to meet my mother. The man would stand outside our door and kneel, begging my mom to forgive him. "I'm sorry, Yvonne. It's all my fault. I just made a mistake any other man would've made! Please, forgive me!" It was not easy going from riches to bags. Both David and Janice despised the poor and loved the rich; they valued money above everything else. Every time he dropped by, Mom would call for the security guard. "Guards! How could you just let a beggar in? God, he's so smelly! Throw him out."

he says and chomps on the food like there's no tomorrow, "You know nothing about that, do you?" "Nope, I've been rich all of my life. My dad grew up poor, though," I say to get down to his level, "But he never went hungry, he started fucking housewives for food and shelter. He's a fucking legend, man, you'd like him." "Yeah, I know who your daddy is," he scoffs, "Most handsome businessman or whatever. I fucking hate pretty people... not you, though. And I guess your dad can get out of my shit list."

Who would have thought that a man in ordinary clothes, who looks like he has nothing, would be the heir to a trillion-dollar company? Trillions of dollars! Unbelievable. Amy collapsed, desperate to remember the insult she had just hurled at Fernando. She was really in trouble. Big trouble. "Mr... Mr. Quinn..." Henry's voice trembled. His legs were so weak that he immediately knelt on the floor. "Mr. Quinn, I am trash! I'm worthless! Please forgive me for being blind and not knowing who you are! Please forgive me! If this resort goes bankrupt, my father will kill me!"