Unwanted girl Spoiled by Billionaire (Noelle and Nicholas) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232

“Noelle, am I your freaking assistant now? How many times have you asked me for autographs? And now you want a hundred! And you want me to deliver them! You’ve got some nerve

Stanley was practically furning as he paced the reception room, yelli

yelling into his phone.

Ever since his band. The Legend, skyrocketed to fame, his schedule had been insane–nonstop performances, commercials, variety shows. He barely slept four hours a night.

Stanley had assumed that with all this hustle, he’d be swimming in cash.

But payday came, and when he checked his bank statement, his jaw dropped.

Three million dollars.

That

hat was it. Three. Freaking. Million

Just the album sales alone had raked in over 150 million, not to mention the brand deals, live gigs, and global tours. By conservative estimates, the company had made hundreds of millions off them

Stanley figured, okay, maybe not 100 million in his pocket, but at least 30 million, right?

Nope. A meager 3 million was all hea

got

He was livid.

So he stormed into Nicolas’s company HQ, ready to raise hell and demand answers,

But before he could even locate Nicolas, his phone rang. It was Noelle–casually asking him to sign a hundred photos and personally deliver them.

She

genuinely didn’t get it. In her eyes, she and Nicolas were the kindest people ever.

Stanley wasn’t done venting “You leeches! Never met a stingter couple. I’m expensive, okay? EXPENSIVE. You think my time is cheap?”

Before he could finish his rant, the door to the reception room swung open.

In walked a tall man in a tailored suit, exuding refinement and dominance.

Stanley instantly shut up.

It was Nicolas,

No matter how much stronger Stanley might be physically–as a “transformer, he could easily knock Nicolas into next week–there was just something about the man that made him shrink. Like a mouse spotting a cat.

Nicolas’s signature cool smile was firmly in place as he looked at Stanley. “Heard you shouting all the way down the hall. Seems you’ve got some. strong feelings. Who were you yelling at!“.

Stanley didn’t answer. He didn’t dare.

On the phone. Noelle noticed the sudden silence. “Stanley! Why’d you go quiet! Wait, was that Nicolas? Are you at his place! Hello! Why aren’t you

talking?!

Nicolas raised a brow and walked over, eyeing the phone in Stanley’s hand. Calmly, he leaned in and said with a smile, “Noelle, Stanley’s here with me. What do you need from him?”

Noelle wurled, putting on a pitiful tone. “I asked him

an for some signed photos, and he just started yelling at me and you! He said we’re a ‘ruthless couple

“Is that so?” Nicolas’s smile didn’t falter, but his gaze turned razor–sharp as it flicked back to Stanley.

Darin snitch, he cursed silently. Can’t win an argument so she tattles instead, Shameless

Nicolas kept his tone even as he asked, “Sweetheart, how many autographs do you ne

need?

“One hundred.”

“Alright, Nicolas replied smoothly.”

y.“Til have Stanley sign a thousand and send them over.”

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Chapter 232

“A thousand?” Noelle gasped. “That’s

Stanley’s eyes went round as saucers. A thousand?! is this man inanet!“

Nicolay didn’t miss a beat. He glanced at Stanley again–cool, composed, deadly.

Stanley’s sudden surge of defiance vanished into thin air.

Why the hell am I so scared of this guy?

Nicolas turned back to the phone. “It’s no big deal. The Legend is hugely popular right now–plenty of people want signed merch. With a thousand, you can hand them out to classmates, make friends. It’s efficient.”

Noelle giggled. That makes sense! Okay then–let’s do a thousand.”

Stanley wanted to scream. “HELLO“! I’m the one doing the damn signing here! Why are you agreeing on my behalf?r

Nicolas chuckled. “Alright, I’ll chat with Stanley here and have him bring them to you soon.

“Okay!” Noelle chirped. “Tell him to be careful though. Harley said getting spotted could cause a