Novel & Cerita ¿cómo Soy Tan Rico?

he shoots back at me. My heart races as he demands compensation. As it is, I can hardly make ends meet, and I would have to go deeper in debt to fulfill his demand. But even the thought rebels in my heart. He's obviously rich, from the way that he's dressed, and the way he wears his wealth like a personality trait. Wordless for a moment, I glare at him before finding my voice.

Yet ironically it doesn’t make a difference to me, I am just shocked by all this splendor and riches. “How on earth?” I spit out in between staring at the gardens and the house. Finally saying something he asks thoughtfully, “Do you mean, how did someone who grew up so poor, became so rich?” As he stares at me and waits for my answer. “Yes.” I spit out rather quickly and then can’t help but to continue to stare.

The bastard will be too stingy to pay. “Good for you! He’s hot.” I roll my eyes, “And freaking stingy. The bastard’s hella rich but he doesn’t want to spend a single penny. I mean, who does that? That’s so freakin’ weird!” “Maybe he has a thing about money?” “Doubt it. It didn’t seem like he grew up poor. Really just hates spending money I guess.” “I mean isn’t that how the rich become richer?” “Can we stop talking about him? I’m getting annoyed whenever I remember I treated him to a drink.”

I whistled…my eyes watering at the sheer extravagance. Rich people. I laughed and teased.. “Ah…got it… wondered if you were a religious man, and now I know?” “Yeah??? He played along. "And what did you deduce oh young but wise one?” I giggled…”I hereby dub thee Cardinal Capitalist” He rolled his eyes but smirked. “So what would that make you madam?” “Oh that’s an easy" I tapped my lip. He looked at me quizzically. "Considering the only mode of transport I own, my good old cart, is powered by myself. Sorry Cardinal but I so outrank you… let me introduce myself…” I did a deep curtsy..

I nodded shyly, and he hummed. "I've not asked you about this... How did you attain all this wealth in these years?" I was so curious that I could not hold back my question even though I knew it wasn't right trying to know something so personal to him. "Hard work, and of course, grace. I won't leave out the good people around me..." He paused then poured himself a glass of water and sipped from it.

But he acted rude, it what as though he didn't give two fucks if had anything to do with some other man" "This obnoxious rich guy, how rich is he? Are we talking millions or billions?" August pressed. "That's not the point," River insisted.

I hoped that we both got to resolve everything here and now. “I don't know, Danielle. But maybe it's something about your busy schedule. Maybe we don't belong in the same world. You're always busy and I'm just a college student.” “Why do you think I'm wealthy?” I was taken aback by his words. “You've got all it takes to be wealthy. A beautiful home, an exotic car, you dress luxuriously too.” “It still doesn't fully show that I'm wealthy.” “It does, but if it doesn't. I ran a check on you and discovered that you're a signatory to one of the big companies in the country.”

I asked while slumping on the seat opposite him. He sipped his coffee and shrugged. "Who wouldn't want to?" Colton gleamed." I just came for my morning coffee." I snorted. Didn't billionaires have butlers and maids at their beck and call? "You didn't tell me you were a fucking trillionaire." I mumbled as I swerved on my seat. "Is that even a word?" He gave me a smile that barely reached his eyes and sighed. "I can tell you everything about me if you let me, Isla."

He looks proper and refined, though he’s drunk, and his face is reddish, maybe because of all the liquor he consumed. “One hundred thousand dollars,” he said without hesitation. “One hundred thousand dollars?” I asked. He nodded. My eyes widened. Is he for real? That’s a lot of money! Where does he even get Well, by looking at him, you can tell he’s rich, but I don’t think that rich people spend their money on stupid things. Or are some of them doing it? And the other person invests their money? But clearly, this is not the kind of rich guy who puts it on investment. I bet he only gets his riches from his parents. Most rich people are like that, but some have hard-earned money, so I can’t te

"You're not the richest person in the world." "But you want to like the richest person in the world, don't you? Can you even get close to them? I'm the wealthiest person you can get close to, which is why you like me." "So, you think you lose your charm if you don't have money?"