Owned By That Cold-Hearted Billionaire
ued-at the bar, I went home. I didn't even wait for him to fi
e pain. All the heartaches. So it's better this way. I'm still hurting. It's
ed to mean the world to him, but now, he can't even look at me
world. I pressed accept upon seeing that it was Ch
What's up?" I a
you? They're finishing the construct
tedly. He laughed and even called me
call. I sighed. Can somebody please teach my manager some manners?
nfortunately, Alvido hadn't left yet. He was seated at the dining table. I didn't intend to join him
is newspaper and I noticed the bags under his eyes. He's been gettin
ny." I nodded. Okay. I don't care. As if I could help w
instructed the maid. "Ah well, ma'am..." the
l make my coffee now?!" I grumbled. I only allowed Ate Pining to make my
housemaids here." I rolled my eyes. Reducing housem
. I took it and saw that it was Ivy. Christian's
d you to model denim. They want to hire you for another project
ve you tried ca
r Christian should be here but he sent me first because h
man is causing a ruckus. Call the guards
scene because he wants your b
emoved?! Am I ugly?! Is my body ugly?!
up. Whoever that disrespectful person is, they bet
iately and was about to head back to my r
. "No. Fix your own problems. I have my
other's brain. He doesn't deserve my help, or anyone's help. He
out of our garage, feeling extremely teed off. Who the hell is the jerk trying to take down my billboard?! They're in
n here?! I took the elevator and went out on the fourth floor. As I approached the office, I could hear commotion. It sounded
lient who hired me to model denim. T
hole room. Startled, I looked at the person who shouted. My eyes widene
know that perverts passing by Edsa will desire you? Huh? Are you not t
ee that his face was already red from anger. "What?! W
ooked at me with newfound hate. "Well, I don'
n my hips. Dammit! It's so hard to expla
ase?! I'm not nake
render. "Say what you want to say. But I won't let y
your permission to do that," he said wit
I asked, panicking. He reached for his po
ignored me. He took a pen from his other pocket and signed the paper. Then
client - looked at the piece of paper o
million to take down