The Quintillion Superstar System Novels & Stories

"You won't believe it. My dad gave me a million, but my dumb fiance spent everything on betting." She gasped. "Oh my gosh!" "Yes. And now, he keeps blaming me for our predicament." "Wow." She tugged the empty plates to her chest, shook her head at Seth. "I'm so disappointed in you, my boy. I thought you were responsible. I can't believe you squandered that great amount of money on betting." Seth looked down. "I'm so sorry. But well, I'm responsible now. She's pregnant, and the doctor confirmed that she's got six babies in her womb. I don't know how we'll take care of them."

The reporter’s voice boomed out clearly. “...and in major business news today, billionaire Alexander Kane has secured a groundbreaking multi-billion dollar contract with a leading French company. This deal is expected to boost infrastructure projects across multiple states and solidify Kane Enterprises’ position as a global leader. Sources say the negotiations were intense, but Mr. Kane’s vision won the day.”

Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that her kindness would be tainted by others. "3 million!" "3.1 million!" At that moment, the price of Starry Metal had been raised to more than 3 million. "5 million!" At that moment, a very arrogant voice traveled into the ears of the crowd. The Genetic Fighters turned to look in the direction of the voice and noticed a young lad who looked extraordinary walking into the auction. "That's the young master of the Tay family, one of the top three families of East Base City. He’s Quack Tay."

He tentatively replies, “Join one together?” A smile tugs at the corner of Albrey’s lips, and he pokes the man’s cheek gently. “We are one, little fool.” Oakley’s expression changes, and he smacks his lips together. He scratches his hair and retorts in hesitation, “You mean 1+1=2 or 1+1=1?” Oakley feels that everything is too good to be true, so how can he believe? Albrey grits his teeth helplessly. This person is really too stubborn. How can he fail to understand him despite all his explanations? “EQ is pretty low for such a genius,” he comments.

I yelled at him and he walked out of the house manikin and drove off. The plan was to get rid of Arya, by getting her married to Jaxon as my replacement, and for Brian and I to get married and build a bigger empire together. The SATRY industry owned by Brian father's has been the number one in the industry market since the past five years without competitions. My father's company struggles started since Jaxon's father company fell into bankruptcy, and since five years ago I have made sure to try to be in the bigger picture amongst multimillionaires.

Recently, several major marketing accounts had exposed her, and Ciara had also posted on Twitter. Jane checked Twitter's trending topics and found that her name wasn't there, but a phrase "Farmer and Snake" was trending. Entertainment Star Life: Have people lost their conscience these days? They take their boss's salary in the front and poach their boss's clients in the back. According to insiders, Jane Austen, the popular newcomer, has a younger brother with a heart condition, and her boss, Ciara Tyla, has been covering his medical expenses. A story about a snake... [Pictures]...

It's for the greater good of my children not to suffer just the way I did. Rhett came from a family of old wealth. His late grandfather was the richest simp in the state, and so the wealth kept passing on to their legitimate sons. My mother had told me, all I have to do is give them an heir and every wealth of the Sango's will come lurking at our door. I was just going to be a pawn in the general sphere of the game, and my job was to get my family out of the mediocre life we were living and make sure my children would not experience the life my father gave me.

In that moment, I understand something deeply uncomfortable: There was never a single villain. There was a chain. Pressure at the top. Ambition in the middle. Silence at the bottom. And the system rewarded all of it— Until it didn’t. When my phone buzzes, I don’t need to check to know who it is. Quentin. I answer. “October?” he says. No greeting. He knows. “Yes.” A pause. Longer than any he’s allowed before. “So it’s that now.” “Yes.” Silence again. And then, quietly—