Novel & Cerita ¿cómo Soy Tan Rico?

he said, and I smiled. “Rich? We are not rich, we are wealthy, and it's enough to make your family lose the ‘rich’ title, you don't want to be more broke right?” I asked, and he couldn't look me in the eye. “Don't piss me off,” I said with a deep voice.

I ordered the driver who quickly picked his phone up. "Why are you so mean to me Don?" She asked. Her mouth reeked of alcohol and that irritated me. "Where do you live?" I asked. "Why are the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer on a daily basis." I did not understand what that meant but I chose to ignore. "How on earth can you have a trillion dollar? What! While I'm here looking for $55000, you're swimming in trillions." So that's what she meant. I don't understand why changing the company into a trillion dollar company would hurt her so much.

Is this what rich people do when they don’t know what to spend their money on? Dear God just give me this money and see how I’ll wisely spend it,. Please God. Because what in the heavens is this? He could have at least call me to tell me he didn’t get a reply to his texts but instead sent a new dress? Or maybe he’s trying to show off his wealth? If that’s the case then it isn’t going to work, I mean Ontario has been around me my entire life and I am not intimidated by that billionaire frenemy of mine.

It was so clean here, so how could there possibly be any stench? Cara got straight to the point. “Why don’t you tell me how much money you have left from the lottery winnings?” she asked. Gerald smirked a little. “Not much. I’ve already spent most of it.” “Hah! So I guessed it right! You have the typical nouveau riche mentality. It should be alright for those who can keep their wealth, but I believe you may be overdoing it considering the car you just bought!” replied Cara as she shook her head slowly.

"Yes but unlike you guys, I have people working for me and they've been running it and depositing the profit in my bank accounts. I'm already trending on top ten self made youngest billionaires in the world!" Youngest billionaire? Top ten in the world? Does this mean he has more money than anyone in this world? But he doesn't look that rich? I eyed him from head to toe and nothing about him screamed rich. 'It's not that I'm looking down on him but it's just that many rich people I know always wear suits with fancy watches.

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

It's embarrassing to be treated like this, but I don't want to deny that it makes me so happy. "I have a lot of wealth. That means I'm very rich. So... my treasure can't possibly run out." What kind of words had he just said? Is she bragging about being a wealthy person? "You're very confident in your words, Enrick. Is it true that your wealth will never run out? Sorry, I do not mean to belittle you. It's just that all this still doesn't make sense to me." Mr. Enrick raised one eyebrow as if he wanted to say if I really underestimated him. I might slap myself in the mouth after this.

I ask after a few minutes of awkwardly chewing my food. "What do mean?" He asks with a confused look. "What kind of work do you do?" I ask more clearly. "I own a few companies." He says seriously and I raise my brows in an understanding way. "Cool. So your like the cliche insanely rich guy that it all hard-core. All work and no play?" I ask teasingly but also very curious.

He threw his head back as he burst into laughter, “Rich?" “Aren't you rich?" “How do you know I'm rich?" “I guessed so." “Wrong guess," He turned me around and I was facing him. "I'm not rich Cleo. I'm as poor as a church rat,” he said and snapped his finger against my forehead. I rubbed my forehead, my eyes darted in confusion, "But? The sleek cars? Expensive clothes? And?” "It all comes with the kind of work I do. Take the work away and I'm nothing," He made a puff sound at the end and also snapped his fingers in the air.

I was so shocked beyond words. This was actually happening. I was going to meet a billionaire! Fuck! I’m going to be richer than Rihanna without using my talent. But, wait. I don’t even know if Giorgio’s dad is as rich as Rihanna. Of course he is! Rihanna is in the millionaire bracket, and I was in the billionaire bracket. Ok, not yet, but it was just a matter of time.