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she packed up the papers and put them in her bag so that she can take it home to finish up then led Camila to one of the chairs so that they can sit. “Look at me, my dad lost his company to people who thought they had power over others because of their many chains of businesses but did I let it get to me? No, did I let it stop me from wanting to do what I can to make sure we get it back? No, am I going to keep pushing myself till we win back my dad’s company? Yes,” she sighed then placed her hand over Camila’s.

“You promised that you won’t ever say that word again.” “Right,” Seungkwan agreed. “As a billionaire, I should ditch that dramatic language. One thing wealthy people do on a daily basis is keep their cool. According to Napoleon Hills book, “Think and Grow Rich,” to be wealthy you need to adopt a wealthy personality. So I need to be cool enough not to lose my composure or show my temper when I am in a very unpleasant circumstance.” “That’s right, that’s right,” Hoshi and Dokyeom agreed.

No matter what he ate these days, nothing tasted quite right anymore. ​The Last Will ​That same evening at Vivian’s estate, Dizer stepped into the small, quiet office that Eleanor had once used. She opened the familiar leather notebook again: How to Build an Empire From Nothing. ​The first chapter wasn't about money or market dominance. Instead, it began with a simple, profound sentence: People build companies. Trust builds people. ​A gentle smile touched Dizer's lips. "So that's where I learned it." ​But as she turned the next page, a folded envelope suddenly slipped out and landed on the desk. She froze. It definitely hadn't been there before. "Benjamin?" she called out.

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This place isn’t protecting the outside world from him, instead, it’s protecting him from the outside world. His bed’s got extra pillows, there’s a sleek set of headphones on the table, and there’s even a small stack of books that look like they belong in a CEO’s library, not a prison cell. I frowned as I flipped the pages of the book. The title says, “How To Be A Millionaire”. I didn’t know he was such a nerd for life changing books. Is this how he got everything he has in the prison? I bet half of this stuff he stole from the other inmates.

He was carrying a cup of coffee, his sharp features relaxed in a way that made him seem younger. “Ah, The Billionaire’s Blueprint,” he said, sitting across from me. “Great book. I’ve read it twice.” I raised an eyebrow, setting the book down. “Twice, huh? No wonder you’ve done so well for yourself. You’ve got the billionaire mindset.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. “Well, it helps when you apply the principles. It’s one thing to read about discipline and calculated risks; it’s another to live them.”

she whispered to herself as she fought sleep. But exhaustion finally won. Her cheek landed on her keyboard. Her fingers dragged across the mousepad. And before she even realized it, her half-conscious movement triggered a confirmation click. BUY. A massive position. A position she would never approve. A position that could break a firm. When she jerked awake, her eyes shot straight to the screen. Her heart stopped. “Omg please lord—please don’t tell me I didn’t just mistakenly click on the trade. Please tell me I didn’t…” she whispered, shaking violently.

And the world doesn't end. Small victories count. This was a small one. But it was mine. I close the journal, turn off the light, and fall asleep in my impractical expensive sweater, surrounded by unread books. And for the first time in two lifetimes, I feel rich. Not because of the money. But because I kept it.

Just at the beginning of dusk, there was a man who you would consider lonely due to his demeanour and the way he looked so unlikely, he looked destabilised he look tormented like he had from NS fetching out his should price by piece. He suddenly realised how much he had taken from her ,how much thing he had stolen and as much he was willing to give it back, he knew he wasn't in the right position to go ve it because initially je had stolen it from her.