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It was natural for him to have a business mindset. Jeoff, even you’re still very young, you already know how to count? Using abacus as hobby? Nice. Your purpose in this life is to become a businessman. Whhhow! Let’s clap our hands for him! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

~074 Fallout The world did not end in an explosion or in silence. It ended in emails. In headlines. In contracts rewritten under duress. In boardrooms that smelled of sweat and panic. It had been forty-eight hours since Edenfall. Inside the Cathedral, Xavier sat hunched over a console, the flickering light casting deep shadows under his eyes. Reports streamed across the monitors - hundreds of them, from news outlets, whistleblowing platforms, underground networks, corporate leak databases. Bella entered the war room silently, the soft padding of her socks the only sound before she rested a hand on Xavier's shoulder. In the crook of her other arm, baby Hope blinked up at the ceiling's mosaic

I just sat there, studying him. He was tall, clean-shaven, for someone whose kids were in the hospital, he was surprisingly dressed in a dress shirt with gold cufflinks. He had the look of a man used to commanding war rooms and gala dinners with the same smirk. The kind of man who’d built an empire out of whispers. He had a scar above his right brow, half faded. He looked every bit the wolf the media never dared to call him. And I knew better than to show him I was even remotely unsettled. I couldn’t afford it.

"Where's the business proposal I asked for you earlier, Helda?" "Here's the contract, sir," she said and laid something in front of my table. I quickly reached for the papers and read them but I was already frowning on the first page. What kind of business proposal is this? This is garbage! "What is this?" I angrily dropped the papers she provided in front. I looked up and she bowed her head. What a pathetic and inefficient worker. "What kind of business proposal is this? A love letter? An excuse letter? What the fuck, Helda! You weren't in high school to make that proposal to Mr. Monde a love letter! Don't you know how to make a business proposal or are you just stupid!"

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

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Alex Russo the biggest dick head in the whole world and the heir to the Russo empire, we attended the same schools growing up and now we’ve both been placed as vice president in both companies and next in line to being CEO, such an hectic job especially when we are clearly in a competition and can’t afford to slack off. I’m Vanessa Carter, only daughter and heir to the Carter’s conglomerate especially since my younger brother signed off the “dilly-dallying” of the family business, as he would call it, and decided to go into the medical field as a Doctor leaving me with such hectic role to play. I turned as my alarm rang and turned it off while getting off my queen sized bed and very soft bed

Delatorre's room since there are a lot of flower decors around, including the wall. But the whole room was still elegant even though it does have strong feminine touches all over the place. It just took me a couple of hours to tidy it up and I proceed to room number two. Books, books, and books were everywhere. That was the first sight that welcomed me in this room and I'm pretty sure who owned this one, that would be Duke since Miss Portia mentioned that he is the bookworm in the family. I just never expected that he is this kind of bookworm that his room looks like a library. It is not hard for me to clean his room since almost everything is in place. I'm already getting tired and hungry w

Then he bent down and rummaged through his turtle shell backpack, pulling out a gaudily covered book. He stuffed it into Yosef's hands. "My sister will come to pick me up later, could you read me a novel first?" Yosef looked down at the novel handed to him. The gaudy cover featured a strange title—"Cold CEO's Ninety-Nine Days of Wife-Chasing: Sweetheart, Don't Run." He frowned; Is this novel suitable for kids? Looking at the author's name again, Godber. Just from the name, it felt like this person lacked talent.

I marveled silently at his speed, the numbers spilling from him like blood from a wound. In my last life, I'd heard Cassius was some sort of young genius version of Warren Buffet, the real Wolf of Wall Street and stuff. Guys like that existed to make money. They like money like sharks like blood. And talking about sharks, that 17% was a shark's bite, but I had no choice - my own funds were a dry well, and I needed that 8 billion like I needed air. In my previous life, I had never thought that I would need 8 billion one day. I got absolutely nothing in my bank account, and that was why that I had to figure out a way to get that 8 billion from Darrren.