WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

Ziu Lee had phoned his billionaire associates inviting them to Kowloon for some briefing since he and Ruby were already there. It was a remarkable moment he had looked out for and considering the fact that it had been a while they gathered as associates just for the pupose of getting to know all they had achieved thus far and what project they had on the table

At the wave of the magic wand, Johnson and Zhang flew in a private jet belonging to Zhang and appeared in the hotel, and the security led them to the mini conference room where the meeting was to hold.

Ziu Lee arched his nose in surprise when Fanny was not forth present. He wondered what could give him the effrontery to absent himself from a meeting that involved him. It had never happened before and he wondered what the problem was.

“Where is Fanny?” he asked, casting a hostile stare across the guys, and combing around with his keen stare if he was anywhere around or forthcoming.

Zhang rolled his eyes, and replied, “Boss, Fanny went on a business trip in Japan.”

“Japan?” he asked and focused his stares on Zhang who was doing the answering. “He never liked Japan, in fact he had told me he would never have anything to do with that destination.”

Johnson cut in, “That is it, change is the only constant thing, perhaps he has added Japan as his favorite destination now.”

Ziu Lee stared across the guys and breathed hard, waiting for the bartender to drop the flutes of wine and cocktail before he would declare the meeting open.

“Ok billionaires,” he said as the bartender left their presence. “Earlier when I arrived I w as briefing Ruby about some sweet cake I would want us to bite. The Chinese government is lending some helping hands to the Philippine’s down trodden economy and we are being invited to invest and earn thirty percent in shares. In other to secure the mine, I bought twenty percent for myself and secured the ten percent slot for you guys,”

Ziu Lee, same greedy fellow. You will never change; Zhang said in his head.

I expected it. You keep taking the crunch, keeping the chaff for us; Johnson said in his head.

Greedy fat ass! Ruby thought.

“Do you understand me, billionaires?”

“Yes, boss!” they replied at once and forced a smile.

“it is a nice one, ” said Ruby. If we dive into this mine, in the nearest future, the world will be ours,” he said, and they possessed everywhere with their irregular laughter.

“They should have given us fifty percent shares, even hundred percent shares. Our money are lying in waste in the bank,” suggested Johnson, casting a wide gaze across the them to ask if he spoke their minds.

“Yes,” said Ziu,” But you know nobody can be richer than Chinese government. The little percent we have is a lobby, which graced our shoulders so we shouldn’t take it for granted.”

The house suddenly became tranquil as he cleared his throat to speak yet further, “Next to be discussed is the success of our App. We all know how we stole that App, even not leaving the owners alive. I have good news for us. Today that App which we reprogrammed for the use of Chinese government has generated five trillion dollars in less than two months of launching. Out of that crunch we have a fifty percent share from it.” he mumbled and waved his hands; his aide paced to him with a sizeable briefcase. He opened and brought out documents which he shared among them. “Have a look at your wealth, billionaires.”

They glared at the documents, perused through it and shook their heads.

“If you have anything to say, you can have the floor,” Ziu said and fell into his arm chair, swiveling around.

“We have come a long way with this App, and it is time for us to drink directly from the ocean and stop using pipe,” said Ruby.

“Yes, billionaire,” they groaned and Ziu raised his flute of cocktail, before they did likewise. “We take a toast to the wellbeing, progress and enlargement of our coasts. Cheers!”he said and they clicked their flutes with one another; they drank and declared the meeting closed.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Whereas Ziu retired to his suite, the rest of the billionaires hung around the bar gabbling into the night.

“Feels good to make more money,” said Ruby.

“Yeah, especially for Opula,” Johnson added.

“Heh, is not going to be a lonely night for you,” Zhang said. “You have a pussy to fuck we don’t have.”

“And who told you not to win the chase games so that you can have a pussy to yourself for one month.”

In that aura, Johnson caught sight of Opula walking out from the kitchen, and he exclaimed, “Wow, talk of the devil. Oh, my oh my.”

“Damn this is what my fellow billionaire has been eating for one month.” Zhang said, gaping at Opula, who was in pink, short, transparent leather jump suit, her big buttocks sparkling , and rolling massively as she walked.

“What is she doing in the kitchen?” asked Johnson.

“She prepares my food. I perceive she went to get dinner,” Ruby replied.

“Heh, what do you think Fanny is going to do to you when he returns to find you two in love,”

“I will put him in the cage he belongs. I fell in love not in war,” Ruby replied.

When ruby returned to the suite, he found Opula staring at the CCTV, watching as the two escorts sucked on Ziu’s penis, and poured wine on his body before they bent to lick it up, and one of them came on top Ziu, directed his stiff penis into her wet vagina, and started off riding him gently.

“Asshole! You will die soon! I will make you pay for all the evil you brought upon me.” Opula cursed in her head, gnashed her teeth