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Claire and Victor were ushered into the Ribald Corporation building with an entourage. Holt Industries was one of the top five companies in Springfield, comparable with Clive Baron's conglomerate. Therefore, Claire's arrival was eagerly awaited. The deal of the century was about to happen between the city's bigwigs, which would change the landscape of Springfield for years to come.Executives stared at the gorgeous Claire Holt as she cat-walked down the corridor with a tall bodyguard by her side. Her hips pressed lightly against her business suit, accenting her voluptuous figure. She was known as the billionaire goddess in corporate circles—beautiful and powerful like a goddess. Billionaires sought Claire's favor relentlessly, but she rejected them all. As she traipsed down the Ribald Corp. corridor, many Vice Presidents and top executives greeted her, but she ignored them."Do you see how every other man desires me?" Claire asked Victor boastfully. "This is not my company, but the em
Victor glared at his schoolmate. Since his promotion, the young man had developed a narcissistic personality, and even his subordinates hated him. He needed to be taught a lesson. Daphne spoke up. "Why is Dave's well-being so important to you, Victor? You're just a guard dog now. Stay in your place!"Lara piled on. "Yeah, go away, loser! Tell you what, I have an audition with Tristar Entertainment tomorrow. Once I become a famous actress, you can tell your bodyguard friends you were a classmate of mine. Or maybe don't. I don't want people to know I had a trash schoolmate like you. It will be bad for my celebrity status!"Victor ignored the insults and turned to Roger. "I had warned you of dire consequences if you didn't pay Dave his commission. Are you prepared to face them?""Shut the hell up, you peasant!" Roger fired back in anger. "I'm not paying a cent to your beggar friends! What will you do if I don't? Huh? Get on your knees and plead? Why don't you do that? Maybe I will consid
Gregory and Dale stepped back in shock. Victor Damone was a name they had never heard. Was such a bigwig hiding in plain sight? Was Victor the wealthiest man in the world? Why was he dressed in simple clothes and working as a bodyguard for Claire Holt?Roger looked as if he had seen a ghost. He felt as if he was dreaming. What the hell was going on? He just saw the two billionaires, Baron and Shannon, kneeling before Victor!Gregory nodded at Clive. "I see, so he is the boss you've been talking about. Mr. Damone… My apologies for failing to recognize you. You are welcome at my humble company, Ribald Corp."Dale Johnson bowed his head. "It is a privilege to meet you, sir."Victor acknowledged them both with curt nods. He never intended to reveal his identity to so many people. But perhaps Clive could no longer hold the secret under the present situation.Claire was awestruck. She wondered what Victor's real background was. Was he such a big deal that the entire city must bow to him? Cl
"Stop staring at her," Claire whispered to Victor. "Is she so much to your liking? Is Rose your type?""What? Is her name Rose?" Victor asked. "I thought she was somebody else."Gregory Ribald spoke up. "Mr. Damone and dear friends. Let me introduce our beautiful guest. She is none other than Rose Atelier, the President of Honey Resorts. Her company built most of Springfield's new resorts and inns over the past three years. They have worked reputably throughout the country as well. Rose has a proposal for the Springfield Rapids Project."The brunette turned to Victor but failed to recognize him. He raised an eyebrow. Rose Atelier? Was she related to Carol somehow? That would explain the resemblance. However, she looked so identical to his ex-wife that it was uncanny. If Rose was a relative of Carol, why had he never heard of her before? Was she a distant cousin? Even direct cousins didn't look that similar. The only difference between her and Carol was how she wore her hair; at five f
The duo were exiting the Ribald Corp premises in Claire Holt's Bugatti Chiron. Rose was intimidated by the expensive vehicle initially. She owned a few cars, but none were as expensive as a Bugatti Chiron. However, she was exhausted and needed to rest."Where do you live?" Victor asked as the vehicle swerved to the main road."Prince County…" she answered weakly. "I recently moved in."Now that Rose was inside the car and it gathered speed, she leaned back on the plush seats and closed her eyes. The beauty had worked tirelessly, developing an expansion plan over the last week. Once she learned about the Springfield Rapids Project, she had limited time before the triumvirate met for collaboration. Now that she accomplished her goal, fatigue caught up to her.Victor figured Rose had only recently become a billionaire after years of hard work. Her net worth was a small fraction of Clive Baron. However, considering her sharp business acumen, she had a bright future. After implementing the
Carol glanced at her ex-husband with melancholy. Part of her wanted to run into Victor's arms and plead with him to take her back. However, he seemed distant and unapproachable, as always. When Carol's eyes found Rose, she bit her lip in anguish. Seeing her twin sister after so long, and that too with her ex-husband, was a traumatic experience.'Is this your real self, Victor?' she thought. 'Few days have passed since our divorce. But you are already courting multiple partners. These are not normal women, but extraordinary ones, in both beauty and prosperity. First, you dated Sophia Baker, a gorgeous, renowned doctor. Then you developed intimacy with the billionaire goddess, Claire Holt. Now you've crossed a line by sleeping with my twin sister!'She gathered her thoughts and approached Victor. Peering into his dark, bottomless eyes, she decided to give him a piece of her mind."Victor… It appears our marriage had put shackles on your lifestyle. The divorce released you, and now you a
Carol wanted to show everyone that she didn't need protection or care. Part of her believed that if she earned well and cultivated enough clout, Victor would eventually come back to her. However, now she realized it was a pipe dream, and she had been delusional. Victor never loved her in the first place. He married her to fulfill Edgar Damone's wishes. Even after months of living together, they had failed to consummate their marriage or even develop feelings of true love. If they did, Victor wouldn't be frolicking with beautiful women every chance he got.Initially, Carol blamed herself and their financial situation for their marriage woes. But now she had more clarity. All the man wanted was the company of multiple women, and he did not even bother to hide his relationships. Now that he was liberated from marriage, his true colors had resurfaced."You have changed, Carol," Victor said, disrupting her thoughts. "Keep it up, and you may reach your full potential one day. The only obsta
Damien was a dashing man, over six feet tall, boyishly handsome, yet had a powerful masculine aura. He was dressed in a casual designer suit, tailored by Calvin Klein himself, priced over fifty thousand dollars. Damien was muscular yet athletic, a characteristic of seasoned martial artists. His presence was calming and also intimidating.“Damien…” Carol mumbled, rising from her feet slowly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. You didn’t have to come all the way up here. You could have called.” “The pleasure is all mine, Carol,” he replied with a charming smile.“Thanks for the new villa in Prince County. My parents and brother were delighted.”The handsome man nodded at her and motioned her to sit. “It wasn’t any trouble. Anything for my future wife.”Carol lowered her eyes. She still couldn’t believe that she was going to be engaged again soon. Was it too late to back off? “Don’t be so uncomfortable,” Damien said, interlocking his fingers. “We’ll gradually get to know each other better.