The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal Read Online Free の小説・ストーリー

I still can't believe he had this effect on me. His eyes held an emotion I knew all too well. Love. He looked at me with love and it made my heart melt. I snapped out of it and called out to him. “Ace? ” I asked with hope. He just stared at me with confusion written all over his features and then it dawned on me. Oh God no. No. No. No. Let this not be what I think it is. “I am your… your wife Audrey Zimmer,you own Zimmer Inc and you are a very successful billionaire” I said with hope.

Meredith was saying. "Mom stop!" Riley hurriedly tried to stop her mother from talking further. "How can you not know him? He's Aziz Garrett, the CEO of G-tex Corporation and the youngest billionaire in the entire Seattle. His company is a major partner of our BigBest Corporation. Also, he was grandfather's most trusted business partner. Actually, he shared a much more closer relationship with grandfather. How don't you know all these?" Hearing her daughter's words, Meredith almost couldn't believe her ears. This was the man she's tried to make several business connections with in the past but was never successful in securing a deal with his company. She never thought of him to be so... youn

Thus, I quit after a year and just focused on my studies. But now, it's a different case. I was having a negotiation with the CEO of the number one company in the entertainment industry. Thus, I couldn't waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Moreover, I needed a job to earn money as my savings were running out already. So, it's a deal or no deal. If he didn't accept it, fine. But if he accepted it, then I would be the happiest woman at this time. He stared deeply at me as though looking into the deepest part of my soul.

"Nothing happened." "Camila." The warning in her voice makes me groan. "What?" "You were meeting with the billionaire." I hate that that's how she describes him. The billionaire. Not Alejandro, not the CEO. As if he's some mythical creature, maybe he is. "How did it go?" she asks. I look down at our joined hands because suddenly meeting her eyes feels impossible. "There was a settlement offer." Her entire face brightens. "That's amazing." "It wasn't normal."

Just like everything else now. The man who stepped out of the backseat was tall, commanding. His presence didn’t fill the space—it owned it. Dark eyes, sharper than they had any right to be. Expensive watch. Straight posture. An unsettling calm. Kian Wilson. I’d heard the name before. The billionaire man who owned the largest fashion company I had been dreaming of working in. Ruthless investor. Quiet, private, and devastatingly powerful. And for some unfathomable reason, he had saved me.

she announced dramatically. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. I took out my phone, curiosity winning, and began scrolling through the headlines. > ‘Billionaire Bachelor Julien Knightley Proposes in Paris!’ ‘Julien Knightley Surprises Fiancée with Private Proposal!’ ‘The Engagement of the Year!’ My smile faltered when I reached one that froze the air around me. > ‘The Knightley King Engaged to a Divorcee?’ My chest tightened. I stared at it, unsure if I should laugh or throw the phone.

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.

“I have a proposition for you, Mr. Monroe. One that I think will solve most, if not all, of your current problems.” That piqued my interest. My mind flashed to the mountain of issues weighing me down: my plummeting reputation, the rumors still haunting my company, and my desperate need for funds to secure Lisa’s trust. “What kind of proposition?” I asked cautiously, keeping my voice even. Mr. Bennett chuckled lightly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sleek black tablet. He slid it across the table toward me. “Take a look.” I picked up the device and scrolled through the information on the screen. At first, it didn’t make much sense, graphs, company names, and figures were laid out