Semua Bab Daddy Is A Rich CEO: Bab 141 - Bab 150

The night shined darkly than usual, the sky condensing, surely, it was going to rain, it was Wednesday, it always rains on Wednesday nights.Miranda loved this sight, hanging her hands freely on her railing, as she gazed up at the sky, with a twitch of the lips. She imagined something.She was like princess Repunzal gazing down at her extremely tower, waiting for her prince charming, but hell. Mira needed no prince, she needed no one. She had herself. That was enough, right?'You are a monster, Mira. That's what you are.'Her body trembled, while her hair grew furious due to the night wind. She managed to take in a deep breath, but it suckled her lungs, she forced her lungs to operate, so she just took in a large amount of breath."Ma'am?" A gentle voice called out, and she snapped her face immediately to her, her face turning red. "Ma'am. Are you okay?"Horror washed over her face, before she took in a deep breath.Relax Mira. It's just the chef.Her chest heaving returned back to no

Zoey had never felt this kind of awkwardness before; it was tensed, gnashed teeth, heavy stares, dark looming presence. To be frank, Zoey was loving every bit of it.The couple took a minute to study themselves, their face rigid on each other, Lia gently sat beside Zoey, while Asher took his seat beside Dexter.Now, who would talk first? Zoey bit her lower lips, okay, she had no idea what it meant for soon to be divorced couple meeting in a restaurant, weird. But a bit gossip-worthy.Dexter finally spoke up, God bless this man, Zoey stared at him with gratitude, and to her surprise, he cleared his throat, and rammed his hands along his thick dark hair, allowing the strand to fall back in place."Asher." He took a quiet cough, one that sent a dread down everyone's heart. "Mrs. Lin. It's nice seeing you in person."Zoey bit her lips, okay, right now, all she needed was her bowl of popcorn, and maybe even some coke, cause hell, she was enjoying every bit of it."Same." Tensed, Zoey looke

On the coastal part of the city, in a light room was a woman who sat elegantly on the corner of her bed, a phone edged towards the other side of her ear. Her voice is draping with sweetness, as she sipped the other part of the cup, liquid, she loved the taste of fresh strawberries. At first, her lips was far stretched into a loving smile, but then, she scowled when she realized the words the other caller said."What in the hell do you mean you can't release them? It's been years now." She tapped her feet impatiently on the floor, the scowl growing on her face even deeper."I am sorry, ma'am." The caller's deep voice bounced back into her ears, disgusting, "The Harts are really bent on this, their connection is stronger than ours. Ronald isn't letting any of this slide." The voice turned somber. "I am still trying my best, Ma'am. It's not going to be easy considering Zoey Hart is back in New York,""Zoey Hart," The woman let out a dangerous scowl, before waving her hands up in the air.

Stella wanted to scream, why in the hell would you need my help? But instead, she just reduced it to, "Pardon me, Sky?"He had a feeling she would react like this; furrowed brows, questioning gaze and a dainty look.He pushed the plate aside gently, who wanted food anyways?"Please Stella. I really need your help." Right now, he could go on his knees and bet endlessly, he could do anything, just damn make his passion for music come back, for the past few days, he had been doubting himself, he had been doubting his existence, was he good enough for music? Was this his true calling?"Sky." Stella was speaking now, so he diverted his whole attention to her, his brows knitted together, "Okay first of all, I studied law. I have no idea about music or about this whole writer's block, what's that anyways?" She asked, placing her hands on the table.Her eyes shined, it dawned on him that she wanted to help him, could she really do that?"Normally, it happens to authors that write real books."

"What in the hell are you wearing?" Sky took in a gentle gulp, staring at Stella who rocked in her white open collar blazer with her ripped boyfriend jeans, her hair wedged around a bit, cashing a sparkle between the edges. "Oh. What?" Stella asked, batting her eye lids damn cutely, before she walked over to the side counter. "It's just a dress." "You are killing peeps with your dress." Okay, why was he suddenly angry? He didn't know, but seeing her in that crazy dress made his heart dazzle around, blood rushing through his already pounding heart. She turned to look at him, Oh Goodness, those sparkling hazel eyes staring at him like he was a demi-god. "Don't you like it? I thought maybe it might bring back your writer's block." Wait a minute, was she dressed like this to simply impress him? Because, he had no idea, but a part of him wiggled at her words. He places his arm over his chest, before coughing slowly, a rush of laughter erupting from his chest. "Okay, first of all, I am