Novel & Cerita The Price Of Time

"I was actually thinking somewhere quieter. Maybe that coffee shop near the park? Less distractions." Vivian’s jaw tightened, and he could see the inner battle she was waging. If she said no, she’d look like she was making a big deal out of nothing. But if she said yes… "One hour. That’s it. And if I get the slightest hint that you’re wasting my time, this is over." Ethan grinned. "Wouldn’t dream of it."

He starts to slide his hands around my waist, like he might pull me down onto his lap and forget he has a business calm to take. So I reach my hand out and tap the phone screen, answering the call for him. “Hello?” An older man’s voice sounds through the speaker. Roman’s lips smile against mine. “Brat, you win,” he whispers, before letting me go and picking up the phone, and his face instantly becomes serious. I don’t fight my smile, because the one still on Roman’s face has my chest feeling lighter. Before I leave the office, I move to his desk. Finding a pen and a piece of paper, I write down that the price doubles after four hours.

“Of course! What do you need me to do for you?” “I’m going to attend an important party soon, I don’t know what to wear, can you go to the mall and help me choose some clothes? Take this credit card to spend, you should also use this credit card to buy what you like, consider it as the money I used to buy your time, okay? Henry didn't say that he used this money to pay Mia for helping him buy clothes, he said that he used this money to buy back Mia's time, because he knew that time was also a precious thing and could not be wasted.

He had said I was the most important person in his life and that he would always treat me well. How had he turned out like this? After spending two years pursuing Celine and finally securing her love, he prioritized her now and disregarded our precious bond as mother and son. But then, Celine had tried to kill me! She was practically a murderer in the making! Yet, Shawn seemed to care about nothing but the woman he had chased after for two years. To him, I was now dispensable. I tried to cry out and demand to make a phone call. But my tongue and lips were so damaged that my words were unintelligible.

“Which means I do not have the time to go back and forth with you. Eight million is my final price. Are you taking it or not?” Panic overtook his features. “What? Eight million?” Garrett spluttered. “You agreed on eight point seven a few weeks ago.” “And that offer has expired.” He was being silly. Any time I agreed on a price, he increased it. He was wasting my time on purpose and he knew damn well he wouldn’t get away with doing stupid shit like that. Then again he had someone backing him up; someone I was going to deal with as well. “Eight million dollars. Take it or leave it.”

As time went on, the advertising time for the auction was getting primer and primer. The host said, "The advertising time for the next auction is five seconds after the weather forecast of the national station." It was such a prime time. Jeremy had taken out his computer early to calculate how much Patrick could earn by advertising at this period and the price range he could afford. At this time, some small companies began to offer their bidding price, making the price soar to 4.2 billion dollars! If it were in the past, this price wouldn't be high. However, the market had been saturated in recent years. So everyone was calm about the price of doing advertisements.

I picked up the report and glanced at it. The calculations were impressively detailed. Even the trips I made on weekends to the dealership for maintenance had been listed under “personal use”. “$128,000.” I let out a soft laugh. “Winnie, you’re pretty good at accounting.” “Of course.” She lifted her chin. “Ms. Clark, I know you’re not happy about this. But rules are rules. If you’ve enjoyed benefits you shouldn’t have, then you have to pay the price.”

The doctors immediately sprang into action, bringing out various equipment to begin emergency treatment. Meanwhile, a young nurse, though frightened of Jaclyn's fury, still stammered, "B-But Ms. Prescott, you personally ordered us not to treat Mr. Shaw's parents unless he waited in line and paid the fees first. You said you needed to 'avoid any conflict of interest.' "The fee was only 2000 dollars, but Mr. Shaw, as your husband, had to request it from Mr. Williams, and Mr. Williams only gave him 20 dollars. That's what led to Mrs. Prescott's death."