Novel & Cerita Secret Billionaire Comic Free

It was clear she wasn’t here to reminisce. Madison’s anxiety began to rise as she noticed something unsettling in the atmosphere. "Say something!" she pleaded, her voice rising in desperation. At last, Myla looked at her, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles. But there was no warmth in it, only cold calculation. "So, Carson Corp is two billion dollars in debt. Congratulations. I never thought it was possible to run a company this bad but you both have just accomplished it." she said calmly, each word like a cold slap.

A lot of questions were in my head; most especially, wondering if the issue had anything to do with my meeting with Scott and the others. I got into Twitter and was welcomed by tons of notifications. Tags and mentions from blogs, Tweeps, and so on, filled my notifications. I opened the first Tweet I was tagged on and saw boldly: “FAMOUS BILLIONAIRE, @THEADAMJONES INVOLVED IN MULTI-BILLION POUNDS FRAUD. ALLEGEDLY RUNNING A FRAUD SYNDICATE” My heartbeat tripled. I couldn’t move for some seconds. I was still trying so hard to understand what was going on and I checked the next tweet, which read:

Antonio asked me, pouring water from a jug into a glass without waiting for my response. "No. I didn't know he had a twin brother." I said in a low voice, my knees dragging to my chest where I sat on the floor in a corner. It was a shed made out of wood. A blue carpet filled the corner and there was a white desk in the center of the room and a mattress on the floor. "There's many things you don't know about it and you just follow him around like a puppet." He said in a mocking voice. "Not willingly." "He's a rich man with a lot of secrets, too many secrets." He shook his head and put the glass of water on the table.

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.

Emmet replied before taking a sip from his whiskey. I looked at them but turned my focus on Anthony instead. “Tony,” I said as I sat on the empty chair beside him. “What do you know about the current scam in the news today?” Tony, better known as Anthony Silvester, is known for his luxury car business by most people. But for his friends and those on his VIP list. He was known for providing the best security service in the country. Most of those he employs are usually those who used to work as undercover agents for the government and wanted a different life.

Then he reached for one of the drawers on his desk and pulled out a thick envelope before sliding it toward her. Sophia stared at it in confusion. Even without touching it, she could already tell what was inside. Money. A lot of it. Her chest tightened. “What is this?” she asked quietly. The manager leaned back in his chair before answering. “It came from Mr. Hudson’s people.” Sophia felt her throat go dry. “They reviewed the CCTV footage and saw you entering the VIP suite last night,” he continued. “They instructed me to hand this to you personally.” Sophia slowly looked down at the envelope again, her fingers trembling slightly.

It pressed against her ears like water pressure at deep ocean levels. She looked down at the photo on the screen again. It had dropped on Page Six ten minutes ago. A grainy, telephoto shot taken through a window, but unmistakable. Liam. A stranger in a sharp suit. A handshake. The headline was simple, brutal, and damaging: SELLING THE CROWN JEWELS? Liam Cross in Secret Talks with Private Equity Vultures. The door to the bedroom opened. Aurora didn't look up. She felt the shift in air pressure. The scent of rain and expensive scotch and exhaustion drifted in.

GOD. "Saying that he has been ambushed by another billionaire?" I immediately burst into laughter. "What? What the fuck is he talking about?" I continue laughing, and only the sound of my laughter is filling my office. It didn't take Kevin a long time to join me in my craziness. "Please, don't tell me that he hinted who this billionaire is." As I continue to scroll down further to read the article, it's safe to say that he didn't mention my name when clearly, I know that I'm his number one suspect.

LILY The headline hit me before Jake even spoke. I didn’t need to click it. I didn’t need to zoom in. The thumbnail alone made my blood turn cold. " BILLIONAIRE SECRETLY MARRIED — WHO IS THE MYSTERY WOMAN? " Under it, our courthouse photo.The tiny office.The ugly fluorescent lighting.The rings. Our rings. My breath stuttered. The coffee in my hand went cold. My heart thudded so loud it drowned out the soft morning noises of my cottage. Beside me, Jake’s phone buzzed relentlessly. But my voice was the first thing to break the silence.

or “The Hidden Billionaire.” See you again soon, Dear Readers. With love, Zila Aicha