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These people had the best spin-doctors on their payroll if I showed my hand too soon they might walk, fucking politicians. I had security doubled on my place around the clock. Gage had come in for a briefing and was waiting downstairs for me to come to him. I might have to call in a few markers by the time this mess was over, but it would be worth it. I've been on my secured computer ever since she'd fallen back to sleep trying to find everything I could on the senator and one of the nations' Premier physicians. Why two men from such pedigreed backgrounds would be involved in something as unethical and downright immoral as this, is beyond my imagination but it takes all kinds.

now he was freaking her out. " You're freaking me out! What is it?" she asked already getting impatient maybe it was another fake news about the Anderson family. Jake inhaled and exhaled as he took out his phone and showed her. ' Scandal hits the Anderson family once again! Michelson Thierry Anderson is not the real son and heir to the Anderson property! Did the famous billionaire's wife, Topaz Anderson pin an imposter child on her husband Adams Anderson? After all, from all indications, their marriage was a contract so it wouldn't be surprising if she did this to run the Anderson family down and escape with all the ill-gotten wealth with her lover. '

, he said with a chuckle. " Okay look here Alberto, we need to talk okay. It's way too low to drag my sister into this. How much do you want?", I asked. " Now we're talking muchacho!", he said excitedly, " you just show up here with a million dollars and you can have your sister, oh! and her boyfriend too", he added. " Alright, I'm on my way", I said and walked out of the office. ______________________________________________ *** At Royal Resorts*** " I better let the cops know about this", I thought and was about to dial their number when.....

"Oh, I remembered, I needed you tell you something. Do you know, the hospital is being used to turn the black money into white. The big charities that are held, are from the same company and then those companies sell medicines and machinery with hundred times more cost." San told him as she just discovered while gossiping with the nurses. "I know." He added and felt San becoming stiff. "You...." She was stunned. Did she make a mistake in accepting him while Gael smirked. "How you think I reached at this point?" "You...are really..... doing this." She blinked slowly trying to figure out how to deal with this. One man she thought was different and alas he was a bad apple too.

Selling me out. I yelled out in frustration. They got on my nerves. they always do. Haven't they done enough? “I must have that money returned” The stranger had it wrong. He goes around giving people money for free. I bet he didn't know he had the wrong girl. Who goes around paying people's parents for deals? Is he professional at all? I mean I am old enough. I’m 19. The one hundred thousand dollars was a gift to my parents. Yes, it must be.

The assistant stammered, his mouth opening and closing without forming a sentence, but the owner had already moved on. Noah was horrified. Fired? Just like that? He wanted to fight back. But he wasn’t even officially on the team yet. He was in no position to help. Sterling Belmont. Billionaire. Power broker. Media ghost. Owner of the team and a dozen other elite investments. He wasn’t the kind of man who showed up at charity galas or did pre-game interviews. He made his presence known by buying what he wanted, building it better, and burning anything that got in his way. Rumors followed him like shadows: ruthless business deals, private jets, icy romances, and more zeroes in his portfolio th

For the next few days, Regina reveled in luxury and privilege, lifted so high she seemed untouchable. Nothing out of the ordinary happened to me, too. Until one day, during a livestream, world-renowned billionaire Cyril Mallet made a staggering wager of hundreds of billions, all just for three rounds of cards with Regina. The whole world erupted in shock. "Wait, that's the richest man who controls tens of thousands of mines! He's actually asking to bet with the incredibly lucky Regina Wade?"

The word tasted like poison in my mouth, bitter and toxic. Taraji's face went even paler, if that was possible. "I... a thousand dollars. Per date." A thousand dollars. Two thousand dollars total. I'd been played for two thousand dollars. The humiliation burned through me like acid, corrosive and agonizing. I was Niklaus Specter. CEO of one of the most successful tech companies in the country. Wealthy beyond what most people could imagine, powerful enough to make or break careers with a single decision, intelligent enough to see through corporate espionage and business manipulation without breaking a sweat. The kind of man people didn't dare lie to, let alone make a fool of.

“No isn’t he just a random guy that came for the exhibition “That was Noah knight” I still didn’t get “And what does that mean Sarah just get to the point, so that I can go back to my sad thoughts “That guy you just mistook as the curator is the famous billionaire that just got out of jail a week ago” Then I remembered the new on the t.v earlier, so that’s the guy everybody keeps talking about. well he is really good-looking, I wonder if ias dating anyone. not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single

one of my assistants announced, peeking into my office. I nodded absently, already bored with the prospect. I knew what to expect—average people with average skills, none of them capable of keeping up with me or my empire. Being a billionaire wasn’t just about wealth; it was about control, precision, and dominance. I wasn’t interested in anyone who couldn’t match my pace. I stood, adjusting the dark gray suit that hugged my frame, every stitch custom-tailored to perfection. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, a reminder of who I was. I was Charles Goldberg, and the world was mine to command.