Novel & Cerita The Billionaire Boss Is My Former Bully

Allena Jasmin took a deep breath, clutching the resignation letter between her fingers. Quitting was never easy. And she knew her boss wouldn’t take it well. There would be questions. Demands. And annoyance and irritation, too. Actually, it probably wouldn’t even register since irritation was classified as an emotion and Justin De Nero was a robot. A self-made billionaire who retired from his former work at the CJ Johnson Software company and made a name for himself.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

my boss tried her best to calm Bella and Ivy but they were too furious. "No! I want you to fire her!" Ivy demanded. "If we would just calm down for a moment and...," my boss suggested but Bella cut her short. "Do you know who you are talking to Ms. Lynch?" Bella emphasized her name which she read from her nameplate. My boss scrunched her eyebrows trying to think where she had seen Ivy and gasped when she realized that she was talking to a billionaire who owns Sutton Industries and a daughter of a famous model. "I'm very much sorry ma'am." Her body is so tense that she kept on apologizing repeatedly.

I couldn't stop thinking about that word even after she left. Balance. Maybe that’s what this was. ********* When I got back home, Claire was on the couch. “You were gone forever,” she said, almost annoyed. “I met Sophie,” I said, hanging my jacket. “She told me Daniel’s company is falling apart.” Claire smiled slightly. “Karma doesn’t waste time, does it?” I smiled faintly, as I sat beside her. “Maybe not.” But then I began to feel guilty. I hated that a small part of me was happy at his crisis.

He looked down to his chest where it landed through the curtains. Presley frowned at the sight and then Liborio and his team were leaving but not before the mobster delivered a parting message. “Hawley, my father was a cold cruel man who once beat me unconscious for taking pancakes which were meant for him. I say this with all the sincerity in the world, your father is the worst father on the planet. His archaic beliefs on the medical system aside, he cares only about getting richer and controlling you. If I were you, I’d look into his actions. He’s been undermining your business for the last year and has been pulling strings trying to make people bail on you simply because he wants you to r

It was obvious everyone was excited and startled to see the young man, but the man wasn't in the mood for all that. The young man was identified as Lorenzo Brown, who was one of the people dominating the country, and of course, he was the richest man in the country. He had power and authority, and even the government respected him. " Good evening Mr. Brown." " Hello, Mr. Brown." Lorenzo didn't even bat an eye, and he gave a curt nod to people, who greeted him. He adjusted his suit and lifted his gaze. He glanced around the cocktail party, that was happening with an indifferent face. He wasn't the type to socialize, but his coming here had a reason.

When she was done, Bethany held her by the hair and dragged her out of the compound. "Please Bethany!" "Stop!" Bethany turned around to find her husband there with the man he'd been in a meeting with. Steven Richards walked over to where his wife stood, and whispered, "How dumb can you be? what do you want Mr Jerome to think of us? you'd better let this girl go now" Bethany was quite displeased, but she didn't want Jerome to think ill of them, he was about to be her husband's business partner and they must not lose him, after all, he was The Jerome Ken, the youngest billionaire in the whole of X City.

“You did not!” “I did.” “With who?!” I ran a hand through my hair. “That’s where it gets complicated.” “Complicated how?” I looked at her. “The man from last night…” I paused. “…is Adrian Volkov.” “SHUT UP!” “I’m serious.” Vee jumped to her feet. “The Adrian Volkov? Billionaire? Face card never declines? That Adrian?!” “The same one.” “Oh my God,” she gasped, pacing. “Oh my God, oh my God. Wait, so you’re telling me you went to a club, had a one-night stand with a literal billionaire and then walked into your interview only to see he’s your boss?!”