The Billionaire Brain Wave Review Novels & Stories

Indeed her hunch was right, her caretaker had sent her a text regarding the house rent. However, what got her attention the most was another test message from an unknown number that said: "Miss Stanford, I would love to make a deal with you. Not just any deal, but a billion dollars worth deal. If you are interested, hit me up on this number. I will be waiting...” “What is this?” Amelia asked aloud with a confused facial expression.

Chapter 18 Elijah, “Who the fuck wrote this and how it got published?” I snarled as I kept staring at what was written on the screen of the tablet and each time I felt my blood boil. The reclusive billionaire had finally found love and the woman he chose was someone insignificant. I read the title again and smacked my desk harshly, rattling everything on top of it as I stood up to snarl at Robb, who was pissed the same as me.

the henchman answered. "The fuck do you mean by that? Your orders were the billionaire, not his woman, for Christ's sake!" A voice from behind chimed in, another familiar voice. "The girl saw my face. We couldn’t leave her. Besides, her family is probably loaded, so it’s a win-win." That was a lie, I never saw a face, it was intentional. "Win-win? Did you say win-win? The fuck is wrong with you? It’s already hard enough that we took the country’s golden prince; now we have to deal with her too?"

After all, Harrison Group had originally built its fortune through semiconductor technology as well. “What kind of new project?” she asked. “Brainwave technology,” Adrian explained briefly. “The goal is to help coma patients regain consciousness faster through neural signal stimulation.” He sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately, Chairman Harrison woke up too early. Otherwise our technology could’ve saved her.” He was clearly joking. But Navia still nodded thoughtfully. “How much investment do you need?” she asked. “Would a hundred million be enough?” Adrian froze. Then nearly jumped out of his seat. “Holy— Sister-in-law, are you serious?!”

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.

When we had our space to converse, he simply sat on the chair and opened his file to read papers while I kept staring at him; thinking about how to begin. "Ms Ashely Brooke, make yourself comfortable, please," He addressed me very gently not like Mr Jensen. At least some billionaire has their mind sane otherwise, most of them only want to be superior and dominating. "So???" He raised one of his eyebrows sceptically, his eyes were mischievous for some reason as he knows something about me, something about this world which I have no idea about. I could see the faint glint, and a spark in them as he was waiting for me to come, maybe I am over analysing all the aspects without even knowing the w

Caroline was busy making their lunch in the kitchen. Cole flew into the room like a bullet and practically shoved his laptop into her face, saying, “Sis, have you seen this? This is a reward thread posted by McLean Corps. They’re giving out 5,000,000 dollars for anyone that can help them take out a virus. Can you believe it, sis, 5,000,000 dollars! We’re going to be rich!” John happened to walk past the kitchen then.

Stepping out of Addie's reach she turned and smoothed her hair. "You okay?" "Yes, just fine, I must have tripped over something," Blake said. "I was daydreaming." "Thinking of an idea for a new book?" "No, I was thinking of our yacht ride, actually," Blake admitted. "Oh?" "Yes." Blake smiled. I was thinking about how I wanted to buy a telescope when I got home, to look at the stars.

Florence murmured, also allowing herself to reminisce about her brief encounter with Scott. “‘Hmm’ as in a good ‘hmm’ or bad ‘hmm’?” Emma interrogated expectantly. “As in a good ‘hmm’. Very good, actually. He’s like a sculpture or something. I couldn’t even look at him for more than three seconds without feeling like he could melt my brain,” Florence said. “Oh, God! You meet the first and only billionaire you’ll probably ever see in your life and screw it completely. I must have been cursed or something,” Emma complained, turning her chair back to her computer.