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"I need to investigate him." Sophia frowned. "Investigate who?" "The billionaire." "No." "Yes." "No." "Absolutely yes." Sophia groaned. "Eleanor." "I'm serious." She grabbed her laptop. "A man doesn't casually transfer ten million dollars unless he's rich enough to forget it exists." Wyatt chuckled. "That part is probably true." Eleanor was already typing. Sophia shook her head. "You two are unbelievable." "We're curious." "We're concerned." "We're bored." Wyatt corrected her.

"It's not." She needed the money more than I needed fifteen designer watches. And then, for some reason hating being an asshole to her, I added, "Look, just do your end of the bargain to the best of your ability. If this Bruce thing gets off the ground, I'm going to be four hundred million dollars richer overnight and on the fast track to billionaire status. He's the leading tech entrepreneur in the game.". His business is the holding company of all the big apps. Angry Turds, Verified Villains, Music Play, Telefind." "Is this the reason you're letting him play you like a hockey puck?

The more she read, the more surprised and intrigued she became. He wasn't just a billionaire, he was one of the sexiest men alive. Unlike Julian, who had built his empire from nothing, Vernon had been born into wealth. But he hadn't just relied on his family's money. He had created his own path and owned multiple thriving businesses. His name was everywhere. From tech to real estate to fashion and even health. He was also a world-famous philanthropist, donating to orphanages, hospitals, and schools. And that—that was the part that got her attention. Just as she leaned in to click on the article, the office door behind her clicked shut. She jumped, startled, and looked up only to find Julian

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

"Yes. My grants only cover a third of my expenses, and getting a job is my next step. I don't mind getting a job, but most firms would require me to work full-time. I could work somewhere non-accounting, that's part time, but I wouldn’t make nearly enough money to live off of." Kent was nothing like she expected for a billionaire. Her mother might be aware of her new fiancé's wealth, but Bethany doubted it. She’d done her research, though, and knew that McKenzie and Bryant Accounting LLC was a cash cow. If Kent wasn't worth at least thirty billion dollars, Bethany would be surprised. Still, he was far too down to earth, far from what she expected a billionaire to act like. They were supposed

Indeed her hunch was right, her caretaker had sent her a text regarding the house rent. However, what got her attention the most was another test message from an unknown number that said: "Miss Stanford, I would love to make a deal with you. Not just any deal, but a billion dollars worth deal. If you are interested, hit me up on this number. I will be waiting...” “What is this?” Amelia asked aloud with a confused facial expression.

Things started to get interesting when Ahmed Rebrad, the only living heir of Rashid Rebrad, one of wealthiest Arab business men within and outside the United States, started give Catherine a couple of inappropriate stares. He staked in telecommunication companies in third world countries. He also owned many casinos and clubs within the country, especially in Vegas among other things. Many rumors had spread about how he killed his father and siblings to inherit a large fortune. Whatever the case was, he was a rich orphan and the only person he had to call family was his uncle, Najib. Ahmed had an untapped reach, one the Smith lot could only dream about.

It’s ten minutes before midnight and I was on my way to grab a midnight snack when I heard gossip at the nurse station. “Hey, have you heard that the billionaire’s daughter-in-law just recently gave birth?” “What’s the name of the billionaire?” The other nurse nudged her, both of them are new to my eyes. Probably a nurse that just recently passed their internship I guess. “Damon Gray. His name is so hot and you know what, he’s a total DILF!” They chucked and I sat on the row of metal chairs in front of them, pretending that I was listening to music but in fact, I didn’t even install it to my phone.

"How do you mean? He asked. "The young boy, who just lost her parents at the time, came into the school as a disguised Billionaire, making every one believe that he was in the school on scholarship, but very few persons who knew him, told us everything". She says, almost whispering this time, as if someone might be listening. "Who is this secret billionaire? He asked, getting more interested in the story. "He is Craig Anderson, the only grand son of the Anderson, the president of the Apple international technological industries". She says with a knowing smile.