The Millionaire Real Estate Agent นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Giving me a detailed account of all the pros and cons of each place she was interested in as I tried to catch up on some paperwork. I hid my smiles whenever she'd see something she liked only to become dejected at the price tag. There was one place in particular she'd gone all dreamy eyed over. I'd earmarked it for her and planned on calling the listed realtor as soon as I reached the office to set up an appointment for us. I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her.

"Whoa, one million dollars? That's a game-changer! With that kind of money, I can finally live the life I've always dreamed of. I can buy a house and a car and set my mom up for life. I can go back to school and pursue my passion for beauty and become a successful beautician. The possibilities are endless! I can actually become the rich girl I've always wanted to be, without having to pretend to be someone else. This could be my ticket to a brand new life, and I'm tempted to take it." I'm lost in a daydream of all the things I could buy with a million dollars - clothes, shoes, and a life of luxury. But the man's voice snaps me back to reality, "Are you in or out?" he asks quietly and quickly

She looks me dead in the eye, unblinking. “Girl, he’s only the CEO of Rowe Global, the luxury real estate empire that literally owns half the Upper East Side. He’s richer than God and twice as pretty. And didn’t he date that actress? The one with the weird eyebrows?” “Oh my god,” Callie gasps, slapping the table. “And you were in his penthouse?! Like, the actual penthouse that was on the cover of LuxeLife?” “I knew he was really rich, but a billionaire??” I mumble into my croissant, fully mortified.

“The forest provides so much privacy. This place is really special.” He looks at me with that same singular intensity again. I feel my face flush. I have to remind myself he’s talking about the house, not me. “I’m glad to hear it,” I say. “This was my favorite of the options.” Aiden chuckles. “You know,” he said, “most real estate agents start with the worst options to make their later choices look better.” “I hate dirty tactics like that,” I declare. “I only offer my most sincere recommendations. This job is about finding the perfect place for someone, not trickery.”

She needed something within three days to pull off a miracle, or watch everything which included her mother, her father’s legacy, her pride, fall apart. The intercom clicked. “Ms. Quinn? A… gentleman is here. He has no appointment, but he says it’s urgent.” She didn’t look up. “Tell him to join the line of people I can’t pay.” Pause. Then softer: “He says his name is Lucien Blackwood.” She caught her breath and her chest tightened Everyone knew Lucien Blackwood. He was a real estate mogul and a well known corporate shark. He made his First million at twenty-three and first billion before thirty. He was the man who made competitors fold before talks even began.

He was the worst kind of agent, a greedy, slimy, double-crossing– "Two ninety-nine, and I don't tell your wife you're texting college co-eds," Mandy challenged him. Had I mentioned that Mandy knew everything about everyone? She could access information quicker than the FBI. And by the look on the agent's face, she had him by the balls. "Fine," he finally sputtered. "Two ninety-nine plus closing costs, and your client has to agree to close in three weeks." "That's not a problem," I answered confidently.

I had no idea the property would cost that much," Arya said, very surprised. "Well, beautiful, from what I see, it's one of the cheaper ones, so you're practically a millionaire," Ayden clarified, looking at the document Gabriel had given him with the property valuation. Arya was surprised and took the sheet from her beloved's hand. "It can't be; these sums are astronomical," she declared, and Robin snatched the sheet to look at it too. "Friend! Yesterday, you were having lunch under a bridge, and today you're having breakfast with a millionaire," Robin laughed, trying to lighten the mood, but he felt terrible.

Despite being a man with his lifestyle, he was not insensitive, the very idea of having killed someone and walked away without doing anything would not let him live in peace. Mason Clark, a young millionaire of twenty-five, son of one of the best families in the city, a man not so tall, but with an enviable body, since he was only dedicated to taking care of him, his presence was the most important thing, he had straight blonde hair, with honey-colored yellow eyes and snowy skin. Known in his social circle for the way he squandered his money, his generosity with his friends and especially the endless number of women who had passed through his room, he was the most sought-after bachelor in to