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"Thank you, thank you! You are so generous!" Nyla's hands clenched in her lap. She remembered now. In her previous life, Eric had come home from this event and told her he spent two million on a business investment. She had believed him. She had actually praised him for being so smart with money. Meanwhile, he had been buying expensive jewelry for his mistress right in front of hundreds of people, and everyone knew except her. The rage burning in Nyla's chest was so hot she could barely breathe. "Our next item is a vintage watch collection from the estate of Mr. Jonathan Price." The auctioneer gestured to a display case being wheeled onto the stage. "Six rare timepieces, some dating back to

I stepped closer, heart thundering, desperate for something solid, an answer, a name, anything. “What is it?” I demanded, my voice stronger now. “What is that gold? What does it mean?” My mother’s smile softened, and she looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time. “You will need a bit more time,” she said gently. “To come into yourself fully.” Time. More time. The words hit me like a slap. My chest tightened so fast it hurt. I felt my face heat, anger rising with a speed that shocked me. “No,” I snapped. “No, don’t say that.”

These cheap market scraps? "Did you pocket the rest of the money?"

Sadness flashes in her eyes. “Any cost to me is too much to spend when it comes to you.” I say. “I wouldn’t spend a single piece of metal. I wouldn’t even spare the moisture in my mouth to spit on you.” I turn to the door to leave. “Pray tell mother, or should I say Luna,” I say with merciless resentment, “is there a price too high for you to pay?” “With time comes understanding.” She says quietly. “One day with the perspective of time, you will come to understand—”

Peter respected Leonardo Price so much, it was not everyday that people were privileged to meet scientists that smart and had the capacity to accomplish the most impossible breakthroughs. As time went on and Peter and the other top members began to grow impatient with him and in all that they did he did not listen to them, they literally offered him billions just for the manuscript of the making of deceleron but Leonardo had already made up his mind. It was just about two year before the accident that the Price family experience their first attack from a team that they had hired to bring him in.

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

It wasn’t cruel, but it wasn’t kind either. The older man stood and walked slowly around the desk, stopping just a step away from her. “Time,” he said, “is the most expensive thing in this world.” Elena swallowed hard. “You’re lucky,” he went on, his voice softer now. “Someone thinks you’re worth it.” Her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he walked back to the desk and picked up a small black envelope. “You’ll deliver this tomorrow morning. Personally.”

he said. “Name your price.” I said. “This is not about money but when the time comes be ready to give you whatever I ask.”

His voice came out sounding a lot less groggy than he thought it would. "An hour, Sir." The man responded, whispering the words. He met Cillian's gaze through the rear-view mirror and did a mini bow. "I apologize for not waking you up earlier. It's just," he hesitated, glancing in Bellatrix's direction. "You and the Madam looked so tired and both were enjoying the sleep so I..." He didn't get to finish his sentence, he didn't know what to say. He knew rich people valued their time very much. In fact, he'd heard stories that in the world of the affluent, time was more expensive than Money, because unlike the latter, time can not be earned back.

"FELLERS need no one except me and my employees. So, yes. I'm the one giving Maxzarroth a chance and not the other way round" Glancing down at my watch, I say. "20 minutes" Elias furrowed his brow, confused. "What?" "That's the amount of my time you've wasted" I clarified. "Time is money, Elias. You owe me 5 minutes worth of cash" Pushing a piece of paper towards him, I continued. "5 minutes is equivalent to $1,500. Transfer it to the account number on that paper" Swiping the paper from my hand, Elias squeezed it in rage. "You're crazy"