Tycoon Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“Look baby, we’re going to take a detour, we need to go see a friend in the Police Department.” She nodded and plugged in her earphones. I drifted and changed lanes immediately. I picked up my phone and dialed “Hi, I’m Mrs Aria Huxley, wife of Mayoral Candidate, Julian Huxley. I’m currently being trailed by two men. I want you to track my cell phone. I’m driving towards your station.” “It’s alright ma’am we’re on it. Please is anyone else in the car with you?” A lady asked over the phone. I looked back at the blissfully innocent little Gabriella and I took a deep breath.

“I… lost track.” “Enough to justify your death.” I take a step forward. “You used the Morelli name to rack up debt. And didn’t pay. That’s not just stupid. That’s a crime.” He mumbles something, then repeats: “I can pay… with her.” I move closer, slowly. His fear has a sweet scent to it. “What do you think this is? An auction? A brothel?” I murmur, my voice firm, tension filling the room. “You think you can bargain with flesh?”

“Ma’am Rose, the makeup artist and hairstylist, will be here in a few minutes,” the maid informed me outside of my room. I let out a deep sigh and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Tonight, the announcement will be made that Rose is engaged to the Arrogant and Rude Heir of the Mercedes Clan, but in reality, Rose is Annalise Ysia Villareal, the Substitute Bride for her fiancé.

“Get in the mood.” I nodded slowly and let my gaze roam across the room again. No matter how many times I looked around, the penthouse never failed to amaze me. The high ceilings, the huge glass windows showing the city lights below, the fancy furniture, the art pieces I couldn’t even name. Corvin could impress anyone with money alone. After all, he had billions. A number my mind still struggled to imagine.

Lucien simply stares away, saying nothing. Tyler, on the other hand, interprets that as a go ahead order. He walks up to Ethan, who has already approached him, and stares at him eyeball to eyeball as he asks, "You hosted a bidding war several days ago, if not a week or more ago. On that day, a mysterious tycoon defeated the likes of Santiago Pearson, the richest man at the time. Who is that tycoon? Does he perhaps have the last name Wood?" Mr. Ethan glances subtly at Lucien before saying coldly, "Mr. Wood isn't the mysterious tycoon if that is what you are inferring. Leave now and stop being so intrusive!"

I even caught sight of two pools at the side of the house. “Are you going to come in or stand there gawking like a peasant?” Declan said at the top of the stairs. “Isn’t this too much for three people?” I muttered as I walked behind him into the house. Those were the first words I’d be saying to him since we met. I was taller than declan by a good number of inches and it pleased me to see him have to crane his neck a bit to look me in the eye. “They call you the tycoon of Rome. The papers say you’re ridiculously wealthy, surely that wasn’t all a lie?” Declan said smugly.