The Billionaire's Vinegar 소설 & 이야기

Zara pointed a chopstick at her. “With all the work you’ve been making me do, you better prepare to give me a two-month vacation to Greece. And you’re the one sponsoring it.” Aria nearly choked on her drink. “Why would I sponsor it?” Zara lifted up her fingers. “One, you’re a billionaire now.” “I’m not a billionaire,” Aria protested. “The company just earns a few millions.” Zara ignored her. “Two, you’re my best friend. Whatever you own, I own it too.”

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.

"Now piss off. You're starting to get on my nerves." The bartender slides two drinks toward us. She takes hers without another word and sips it, ignoring me completely. I take mine, lean against the bar, and try again. "Hey, maybe you might not know who I am-" "Oh, I know who you are." That stops me. She turns toward me, that faint smirk curving her lips. "You're Zayne Beaumont," she says. "The young billionaire who runs Beaumont Industries. Tech empire worth, what, over a hundred billion dollars now?"

I need to clear my head. Need to focus on something else. Information. That's what I need. I grab the laptop and sit on the couch. Time to learn who Dante Vitale really is. I type his name into the search bar. Results flood in: Dante Vitale. Age 30. Billionaire heir to the Vitale empire. Shipping. Construction. "Import/export." Net worth: $2.3 billion. That's... a lot of money. I dig deeper. Then I find it:

Was she actually getting turned on by the idea of selling herself? She shook herself back to reality, Shy and paranoid as always, she shoot another quick glance at the door and its still closed. The most creepiest part was the fact that Immediately she had made a short video about herself and posted it, a strange user who she could describe as ultra king tier boss of riches quickly outbid everyone in a short period of time. While other users could only comment their disappointment and envy under her post. They were also curious about the strange user's Identity, not that she could blame them though, she was also curious because he had a blank profile, no friends, no contact info, nothing.

She didn’t want to be Alec’s little sister! Mr. Nelson nodded, a little confused. Then, he said, “Mr. Alec, please come in. The dinner is about to start.” He wanted to lead Alec to the first row. The seats there were the best. They would also provide the best view of the stage for the auction later. At this very moment, there was another commotion at the entrance. “It’s Gilbert Hawthorn!” “Gilbert Hawthorn? The upstart?” someone asked. “That’s him!” The other person nodded before saying, “He built his company up from nothing in a few years and became the youngest self-made billionaire on Forbes. Who else would it be?”

Strong enemies. I sighed, and walked back to my seat. *** The wide, happy, and welcoming smile beamed on my lips, only because I was going to see my cupcake. We hadn't seen each other yesterday, which was the reason I decided to pay him a visit. Of course, as a billionaire, his house was, so, so, enormous. Bigger than mine, I thought. Well, I wouldn't say it was finer than mine, since I had a better knowledge in interior designs.

The media was still buzzing with my name, and I wasn’t in the mood to give them more fodder. Ultra sat at a corner table, his laptop open, blue light illuminating his sharp, almost hawkish features. Surrounding him was an array of gadgets and wires that made his table look like a tech shrine. He didn’t even glance up when I approached. “Mr. Vanderbilt,” he greeted, fingers flying across the keyboard. His voice carried that usual detached tone, as if I wasn’t his billionaire employer but just another piece of code he had to decipher. I pulled out the chair across from him and sat, shaking my head. “You could try starting with a hello.”

“If I go there, he is going to hit on me. Do you want news, or do you want a scandal?” Kevin's grin only widened, as if I'd just presented him with the most delightful idea. "Emily, my dear, a little flirting from a German billionaire is a small price to pay for access. Use it! Charm him. Get the story. Von Oberhaus's personal life is a black box. His philanthropy, his infamous art collection, the rumors about his... particular tastes. That's the gold. Not another dry quote about market saturation." I stared at him. “I’m going to sue you.”

He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.