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The Intern Regrets Forcing Me To Pay 700,000 Dollars Novel Cover

The Intern Regrets Forcing Me To Pay 700,000 Dollars

After intern Lilith Woods moves a company trip to Baline without permission, Lucian Stone finds himself facing a $700,000 bill for presidential suites and luxury goods. Lilith expects the billionaire to cover her excess, claiming adults should pay for the mistakes of the young. However, Lucian settles the debt in silence only to reveal a cold truth: the expenses fail reimbursement audits. Now, every participant must pay back $100,000 immediately or answer to the President’s Office.
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Chapter 1

At the New Year’s team-building event, the intern, Lilith Woods, did not obtain my approval and changed our suburban trip to a seven-day tour of Baline.

“Mr. Lucian Stone, I hear a change of scenery can really spice things up. Don’t lock up tonight. I’ll come by for a deep dive into our collaboration.”

She pretended to be drunk and fell into my arms while slipping the room key into my pocket in the process.

To avoid suspicion, I did not return to the hotel. However, in the middle of the night, the police called me in for questioning—someone had reported a dine-and-dash.

Only then did I realize that the reserved budget of $100,000 for the accommodation had long since been exceeded.

Lilith had upgraded their room to a presidential suite, feasted on high-end seafood buffets, and even used company funds to buy luxury handbags!

When I showed up at their private room, the interns were still casually taking king crabs and several unopened bottles of the Macallan Whisky with them.

“Mr. Stone, you’re just in time. Could you please settle the bill?”

Lilith looked utterly righteous as she said this with a grin.

“Young people like us make mistakes, while adults help to pay the price. You’re not exactly short on cash, anyway. Just think of it as buying my happiness.”

I stared at the $700,000 bill and paid it in silence.

The next day, the payment invoices made their grand entrance in the group chat, accompanied by my pinned message.

[Upon financial review, this team-building event does not meet reimbursement criteria. All expenses will be shared equally among the seven participants.]

[Each person will need to pay $100,000, payable immediately. If payment needs to be deferred, please print the proof and submit it to the President’s Office.]

On New Year’s Eve, Lilith Woods stole the office keys while I was meeting with a major client.

She went live with a stream titled [Gen Z Takes Over the Workplace.]

In front of a hundred viewers, she changed the team-building destination to Baline.

“Hi girls, tomorrow I’ll show you what a luxury hotel is all about.

“Let’s double the fun. I’ll get our elite boss drunk and savor every moment with him.

“The thought of watching the high-and-mighty bow down is too irresistible. I’ll record the whole thing. Let’s see if he dares scold me afterward.”

The chat erupted with cheers, begging Lilith to share her “dog-training” techniques.

Amid the excitement, a few discordant voices emerged.

The accountant was holding the team-building approval form, looking worried.

“Ms. Woods, are you sure this won’t cause trouble?

“Company rules say the team-building budget must stay under $100,000. That money isn’t even enough for the plane tickets. If we go way over, I’m afraid finance won’t reimburse us...”

Lilith snorted and said disdainfully, “What’s there to fear? My word is law!

“Everyone in the company knows Mr. Lucian Stone is my loyal follower. Forget the hundreds of thousands, even if it were in the millions, he’d have to bite the bullet and agree once I make the call!”

Seeing her unwavering certainty, the accountant hesitated but didn’t dare persuade her further.

This scene played out on the surveillance feed before my eyes. When I returned to my desk, a pair of worn stockings lay there, accompanied by a sticky note.

[Mr. Stone, here’s a special gift just for you. Hope you’ll look out for me in the coming year.]

There was a bright red lipstick kiss mark on the words.

This was not the first time Lilith had flirted with me to get me onboard with her.

However, I looked down on her, both on her character and her abilities.

She was utterly lacking in both.

After the dinner ended, I did not dare return to the hotel. Instead, I found a hostel to stay in temporarily.

The room key Lilith had forced on me went straight into the trash.

I thought she had given up. However, the next morning, cops burst through the door, dragged me out of bed, and hauled me to the hotel to settle the bill.

“Your total charges amount to $700,000. Your current balance is insufficient. Please settle the outstanding amount immediately.”

The air was thick with the scent of food. The table was strewn with empty plates and cups.

Before stepping into the private room, I did not believe the waiter’s claim. I thought he was trying to rip me off.

However, when I saw the plump king crabs on the plate, the half-empty bottle of Macallan Whisky, and the luxury shopping bags scattered everywhere...

I needed no other explanation.

“Hey, everyone! Mr. Stone is here to save the day! Quick, bring the bill!”

Seeing me arrive, Lilith showed no guilt. She called the waiter to bring five more bottles of whiskey and murmured gently, “Mr. Stone, this small sum shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?

“Let’s make a deal. If you make me happy, I’ll give you some sweet rewards. Don’t say it’s unfair. What can I say? You’re an old man. If it weren’t for the money, I wouldn’t bother with you.”

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