Novel & Cerita The Rich Lady Clocks In

She had been dreaming and she was just getting to the good part. She looked at her wall clock. It was just past 4. She rolled her eyes and got herself up from the bed. She had a shower and got out. She checked her clock again and it was almost 4:30 pm. She hadn't had lunch either. The head maid came knocking again. "Miss Mendez, Mr. Richards has asked that you skip lunch and save your appetite for the event."

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

My hands searched for the rose gold pocket watch on my bedside table. How would I get Vitamin D from the sun if it’s already 3 in the afternoon? After the delicious brunch, maids holding pieces of jewelry, cosmetic products, and other nonsense things crammed into my room. “Please, a simple makeup would do. A youthful image suits a 16-year-old lady like me.” These maids need to know that their Lady is a mere side character of this world. At five in the afternoon, the Marchioness started the roll call, so we had to gather in the living room.

~SOME HOURS LATER~ Angelina ran into the club as fast as she could through the backdoor, normally, she supposed to be at Badara club by exact 08:00PM, but the time was 08:47PM so she was pretty late. "Rhianna!" Angelina jumped a little upon hearing her name . "tell me a good reason why you are coming so late to work!" Angelina turned swiftly and her eyeballs met her, Mrs richard, the owner of the club's sister, she had a huge frown on her face and was glaring hard at angelina.

There were clocks of different shapes, sizes and colours ticking away on the shelves and looking around for a bit, Loque Bella walked further in and approached the empty front desk. "Hello?" she called out and hit the bell. "Hello!" "Coming," a voice said from the back door and a moment later someone walked out of it. It was Gorette; not at all looking the way she was looking the last time she saw her but clean and elegantly dressed like she was going to a fancy tea party. "Good afternoon, how may I help you?" "Gorette?" "Yes, I am Gorette, owner and founder of The Winding Times clock shop."

I didn't have time for flying. I chose a silver Rolex model and walked over to my mirror as I slipped it onto my wrist. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. Was it Ellen? She must have known that my room was dangerous ground. I hurried to open the door, but was surprised to find George. Is there a problem, George? - No, sir. Everything is in order. I just wanted to let you know that Miss Ellen is ready. Dalva has already taken her last breakfast. - Good. Thank you for letting me know, George. Thanks for letting me know, George. She must look lovely. - I rambled my thoughts too loudly.

CHAPTER 35 NYRA “My lady, you should go have your bath!” I heard Lira's voice far in my sleep. I hissed lightly as I turned away from her. “My lady, we're gonna be late!” She added. “Leave me the fuck alone Lira, I've got nothing to do tonight!” She paused for a moment before shaking me lightly. “What do you mean tonight, it's morning already!” “Huhn?” I pulled my eyes open almost immediately and the first thing my gaze fell on was the gigantic clock hung up in front of my bed chamber. It was far after six already.

EPILOGUE ********************** 5 MONTHS LATER ********************** Sophie had every reason to be happy today. It had been nine months of pelvic pain, sleepless nights, and heartache. In the end, it was worth it all; she held her baby who came into the world a few minutes ago, and instantly fell in love. The baby's cry was like a sweet melody in her ears. She would not trade her for all the gold in this world. “Congratulations darling.” Her mother smiles as she enters the room Sophie and her baby were at the Richmonds maternity center, usually patronized by the rich and famous not forgetting celebrities.

To him, Robert was just another superstitious man. "According to this receipt, you bought the clock from Ansela, and it was made by a clock master in the 19th century. Do you know that our countries are currently engaged in a trade war…" The young man repeated the same words Logan had said last night. It was as though he had recorded everything down and rehearsed his lines. Feeling pleased with himself, he added, "See, I helped your hotel avoid a huge loss. You can give me $30,000 or $50,000 for now."

Her lips were pressed into a thin, bitter line, her face still flushed red from Eleanor's sharp reprimand. As the servants served the warm tarts, the grandfather clock in the corner chimed heavy, low notes. Valerie glanced at the clock face. It was already past ten at night. Genevieve set her small silver dessert fork down, her sharp eyes moving from the grand clock directly to Valerie.