Billionaire's Sweetheart

Billionaire's Sweetheart

Daniel

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I've been planning our rendezvous for a long time. I merely want to borrow money, but I didn't expect the shackles between us to become increasingly tight. I had no choice but to look for a father for my child, but I didn't expect to find one for myself. Before the meal "You won't be able to eat until you wash your hands." "I won't" "Pay attention! " "That's OK. " I would not have agreed to his proposal if I had known he was such a tyrant!

Chapter 1 No.1

The viewpoint of Irene Nadine

I borrowed all the people I could borrow after a week, but I didn't even obtain 100,000 . Every time my uncle and aunt mentioned 1 million this week, they chastised me for not living up to expectations. I merely believed I didn't hear it after rearing me for so long. I did everything I could to reciprocate their generosity in raising me. Otherwise, nothing in this family can cause me to miss a half-minute.

When the debt collector returned home, I was sitting in the living room, frowning.

"How are things going? Is the money available?" The debt collector could tell I couldn't get the $1 million by the way he stared at me.

"A million dollars is not a little sum; could you perhaps give me some time?" I stood up and stared the irate creditor in the eye, despite my agony.

"Sir, please give us a little more time !" My aunt is practically on her knees.

"It is natural to repay debts!" Debt collectors don't believe it.

"You, too, kneel!!" My aunt immediately seized me and forced me to kneel for mercy, but how could I?

"Ha ha, then give you another week. If you don't come up with the cash, I believe you're attractive, so pay for it!"

My aunt's eyes lit up as she heard the proposal.

"What exactly are you doing? Don't thank me right away!"

I'm now feeling ill. My parents were killed in a construction accident when I was five years old, and my aunt's family took me in . I always considered them to be my parents.

My uncle's acts, on the other hand, make me insufferable. He get an alcohol and gambling problem. Last year, He borrowed 500,000. However, usury is a bottomless pit, and there is never-ending door-to-door rioting. I believe I am no longer capable of assisting others. I'll leave this house if I help them one more time!

Perhaps only this man can assist me!

Fragrant wine and boisterous street

I stood alone in front of the bar, anxious in my heart. It took me a long time to discover that this bar is a favorite haunt of Mr. Campbell, but the location in front of me made me pause. I have never been this kind of place in the past, and the place in front of me is clearly not open to everyone, since everyone I see entering is holding a card.

I wouldn't have been so rash if I had known.

I thought I had a shot until a job post appeared in front of me.

"A dancer?" I said a few words in hushed tones. I'd only been studying modern dance for a few years, and I'd never seen pole dancing. My heart was pounding, but when I saw my uncle and aunt's nasty faces, I realized that my humiliation and any reluctance were gone in an instant, and I needed to get out from that house.

I practiced pole dancing for a few days without eating or sleeping. Fortunately, I was eager to learn and intelligent, so I was full of confidence on the day of the interview.

That's silly, but it's all I've got right now, Ryan Campbell, and I'm going to get it.

The lights are dim and the music is loud in the night bar. Men and women are already writhing wildly on the dance floor. I feel like a countryman who has just arrived in town. Everything in front of me tightens my entire body muscles, and I'm so nervous that I can't even put my hands and feet down.

Even in this circumstance, I did not lose sight of the reason for my journey. I struggled to look around and discovered that everyone looked the same. Even if the famed white Mr. Campbell were in front of me right now, I wouldn't recognize him.

"What are you wasting your time on? Yes, is that you?" Dissatisfiedly, the bartender yelled.

I simply regained consciousness and hurriedly followed other people into the background to prepare cosmetics. The interview requirements were straightforward. Later, everyone had a chance to take the stage for fifteen minutes. The decision-making authority was in the hands of the current audience, and the passionate response naturally persisted.

I grumbled and sat in front of the dresser, then began to smear on my face. After a quarter-hour, a completely different charm appeared in the mirror.

like a flower waiting to be protected, but once dressed up, I'm like a rose blooming excitedly, making people drool.

I took a look at the audience, only to feel darkness, my hands already clinched.

In fear and trembling, I took my place on the stage. At this point, all of the spotlights seemed to shine on me, and all of the stress and unease vanished.

My movements are delicate and seductive, and my body is soft . The steel pipe in the center of the stage appears to come to life as a result of my motions.

The audience warmly replied.

I was a little out of breath. I felt like dancing with my life for the last fifteen minutes. The manager approached me with tremendous excitement as soon as I stood down. The mood was entirely different than it had been. "You just did a good dance. I am pleased to notify you that you have been accepted."

In a confused mood, I softly brushed the sweat from my brow and nodded.

"Because you're now our employee, why don't I show you the boss first?" The manager gave me a nice smile, which made me feel a little hairy, boss? Is it necessary for new employees to meet their managers ahead of time?

Despite the fact that the puzzle in my heart is growing like a snowball, I still bite the bullet and agreed.

I arrived at the private room after the manager turned left and right. I took a big breath and followed after a brief pause.

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