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I Am Rich Again Chapter 119
Just as John finished talking to Miss B and was about to leave the restroom to head to her place, his phone rang again. The shrill ringtone echoed off the tiled walls, jolting him out of his thoughts. He figured it was Miss B calling back, her voice still fresh in his mind. But when he glanced at the screen, he saw Brad’s name. A wave of unease washed over him, and his heart started to race.John stood there for a moment, staring at the phone vibrating in his hand. The name “Brad” flashed insistently, and he felt a knot form in his stomach. What was he going to say? The restroom’s cold, sterile air seemed to close in on him, making it hard to think. Just as the call was about to go to voicemail, he took a deep breath and answered, his hand shaking slightly.“Hey, John,” Brad’s voice came through, rough and tired. He sounded like he hadn’t slept in days, a hint of desperation in his tone.“Yes, I can hear you. Why did you call?” John asked, pressing the phone to his ear. His voice wave
I Am Rich Again Chapter 120
John stepped into Miss B’s penthouse, the opulence of the room almost suffocating in its grandeur. The walls were adorned with intricate artwork, each piece telling a story of wealth and taste. The air was heavy with the scent of fresh roses, their delicate fragrance mingling with the subtle notes of expensive perfume that lingered around Miss B. They sat together on a plush, velvet couch that seemed to swallow them whole, its deep burgundy color contrasting sharply with the tension that filled the room. Miss B turned sideways, her eyes piercing into John’s, trying to read the unspoken words etched in his tense expression. Her heart pounded like a war drum, each beat a reminder of the anxiety gnawing at her insides. She could almost hear the rush of blood in her ears, a frantic symphony as she waited for John to let the cat out of the bag. The ambient noise of the city outside was a distant hum, barely penetrating the thick, soundproof windows, leaving them in a bubble of uneasy silen
I Am Rich Again Chapter 121
Johns face held a cold smile, a smile born from deep, festering hurt.“What are you saying?” Miss B asked, her voice tinged with indifference as she stared at the ceiling, tears still pooling in her eyes, threatening to spill over.John lifted his head away from his phone, letting out a heavy sigh. “I didn’t lie to you about having a way to stop Stephanie from taking the company,” John said firmly. At his words, Miss B’s eyes flew open, and she turned to face him frantically.“What are you talking about?” Miss B asked, her voice laced with curiosity and anxiety, each word trembling with anticipation.John nodded softly, seeing the desperation etched in her eyes. She wanted to see the end of Stephanie so badly, it was palpable. “Yes,” John affirmed, his head nodding gently.A glimmer of hope and curiosity lit up Miss B’s face. “What are you talking about? Are you being serious?” she asked, her voice rising, her eyes bright and focused intently on him.“Yes, I managed to do some scaveng
I Am Rich Again Chapter 122
John returned to the office, every step heavy with the weight of his mission. He had left Miss B’s place in a hurry, each minute spent there feeling like a ticking bomb. The tension in his chest was almost unbearable, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. He needed to time his return perfectly with Stephanie’s to avoid any suspicion. The anxiety gnawed at him, creating a pit in his stomach that seemed to grow with each step.The sky was a dull gray, heavy with the threat of rain, mirroring John’s tumultuous emotions. As he neared the office, he saw Stephanie and Jeffery’s car pull into the parking lot. His heart skipped a beat, the timing was perfect, almost too perfect. He watched as Stephanie stepped out of the car, her movements fluid and deliberate. He tried to read her face, searching for any clues. Her eyes met his, narrowing with a flicker of suspicion. His stomach twisted. She knew.“Where are you coming from?” Stephanie’s voice cut through the air, sharp an
I Am Rich Again Chapter 123
John returned to the office, every step heavy with the weight of his mission. He had left Miss B’s place in a hurry, each minute spent there feeling like a ticking bomb. The tension in his chest was almost unbearable, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. He needed to time his return perfectly with Stephanie’s to avoid any suspicion. The anxiety gnawed at him, creating a pit in his stomach that seemed to grow with each step. The sky was a dull gray, heavy with the threat of rain, mirroring John’s tumultuous emotions. As he neared the office, he saw Stephanie and Jeffery’s car pull into the parking lot. His heart skipped a beat, the timing was perfect, almost too perfect. He watched as Stephanie stepped out of the car, her movements fluid and deliberate. He tried to read her face, searching for any clues. Her eyes met his, narrowing with a flicker of suspicion. His stomach twisted. She knew. “Where are you coming from?” Stephanie’s voice cut through the air, sharp
I Am Rich Again Chapter 124
“I just feel restless,” I stated, my voice barely above a whisper, the words heavy with unspoken emotions. “Do you know what? Can we take a drive to the place where you wanted to take me?” I added quickly, desperation lacing my tone, hoping the night air would offer some respite from the crushing weight on my chest.Cole looked at me intently for a moment, his gaze piercing through the darkness, searching my eyes as if trying to read the chaos within. His presence was steady, a silent pillar amidst my crumbling world. If there was anything I wanted, it was the cold night breeze to glaze my face, the tranquility of the night to calm my racing thoughts.“Okay, I’m unable to sleep as well, so I don’t mind,” Cole shrugged, his voice a soothing balm against the raw edges of my nerves. “Give me a second to get my keys,” he added, and I nodded vehemently, the eagerness in my gesture betraying my need for escape.Cole turned to leave for his room but then halted, casting a glance back at me,
I Am Rich Again Chapter 125
“I just feel restless,” I stated, my voice barely above a whisper, the words heavy with unspoken emotions. “Do you know what? Can we take a drive to the place where you wanted to take me?” I added quickly, desperation lacing my tone, hoping the night air would offer some respite from the crushing weight on my chest. Cole looked at me intently for a moment, his gaze piercing through the darkness, searching my eyes as if trying to read the chaos within. His presence was steady, a silent pillar amidst my crumbling world. If there was anything I wanted, it was the cold night breeze to glaze my face, the tranquility of the night to calm my racing thoughts. “Okay, I’m unable to sleep as well, so I don’t mind,” Cole shrugged, his voice a soothing balm against the raw edges of my nerves. “Give me a second to get my keys,” he added, and I nodded vehemently, the eagerness in my gesture betraying my need for escape. Cole turned to leave for his room but then halted, casting a glance back at m
I Am Rich Again Chapter 126
John returned to the office, every step heavy with the weight of his mission. He had left Miss B’s place in a hurry, each minute spent there feeling like a ticking bomb. The tension in his chest was almost unbearable, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. He needed to time his return perfectly with Stephanie’s to avoid any suspicion. The anxiety gnawed at him, creating a pit in his stomach that seemed to grow with each step. The sky was a dull gray, heavy with the threat of rain, mirroring John’s tumultuous emotions. As he neared the office, he saw Stephanie and Jeffery’s car pull into the parking lot. His heart skipped a beat, the timing was perfect, almost too perfect. He watched as Stephanie stepped out of the car, her movements fluid and deliberate. He tried to read her face, searching for any clues. Her eyes met his, narrowing with a flicker of suspicion. His stomach twisted. She knew. “Where are you coming from?” Stephanie’s voice cut through the air, sharp