Amy Griffin Billionaire Novels & Stories

says Griffin, "who single-handedly sent a simple memo which got the said account frozen, had he a charmer's bangle?" Ethan sighed tiredly. Could this man at least let this slide? "I've tried to make up for it," Ethan mumbled. "Wow!" Griffin exclaimed. "Just wow. Listen to yourself, young man. The cents you send, you call that a make-up? I actually thought you were a thing at first. You just allowed twelve million dollars to slip through your fingers. You may call it a little money. Do you know how much that'll yield me if put in the gold mine business for a start?"

“He doesn’t have what it takes to make this game even remotely interesting.” “What?” I say, not sure if I heard him right—or understood him at all. Instead of explaining, he bids again. “Five billion.” “WHAT?” That, my friends, comes from—not me, not any other sane bidder—but Damon himself. Before I know what’s happening, he comes stomping down the aisle and points a finger at Griffin. “You fucking kidding me?” he snarls. “No way in hell a measly doctor can come up with that kind of money. Who are you trying to fool?”

Pastor Solomon replied. Mr. Robert Griffin is a known philanthropist in the state. He is a wealthy man, a multimillionaire to be precise. He donates money to schools, nongovernmental organizations, and other government and private sectors. He also helps the poor people, needy, and orphans. He is loved by the people and has received lots of state awards. Many private sectors have given him various awards as well. He has shares in almost all the government and private companies in the state. And, through his influence, his first son became the current Mayor of the state.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

Riya said, her words shameless and unapologetic. " I knew that you would help me Granny, thank you so much. " Zick with a hidden smirk. " I know that guy, Maxwell Williams. He is the first richest trillionaire in this country which makes you the second richest person in this country." " Don't worry, I'm helping you because you've changed into a good boy. " Riya said. " Just give me a week to sort everything out okay? Go and freshen up and come down for breakfast okay? "

Most girls dream of marrying a billionaire. Me? I'd rather make fun of one. Especially if the billionaire in question is Alexander Grant. Excuse me - Xander Grant. That's right - the "mega-hot" entrepreneur who's appeared on both Modern Startup Monthly's "Richest Innovators Under 35" list and Celebrity Spark Magazine's "Hottest Eligible Bachelors" list in the last year.

“Are you sure Ruby is going to be fine? She is alone.” “Grace, there are some perks to being a rich man. And that includes being able to employ the services of very professional security men. So yes,” he shifted closer, a little lift on his lips, some intensity in his eyes, “she is very safe.” “Huh.” I nodded. “Sometimes, I forget that you are a billionaire. You don’t act like one.” “And how does a billionaire act?”

Graham asked irritably. Alice nodded. “That's right. He is a billionaire who owns a worldwide business. He is the original figure of Mr. Knight, the owner of Golden Era Enterprise which has always ranked as the wealthiest company in the country.” “What?! He is Mr. Knight?!” screeched Nancy and Graham simultaneously. Their eyeballs rounded wide as if they were about to jump out of place after hearing the statement from Alice's mouth. The look on their faces showed disbelief. How could a construction worker suddenly become the richest billionaire?

She looked up, panic rising and when she squinted her eyes to make his face out, her heart barely calming, she gasped. “Ash?” He looked worse than she remembered. Bloodshot eyes, stubble, clothes wrinkled and damp at the collar. “Fancy seeing you here,” he said with a twisted grin. His voice was low, gravelly. She pressed a hand to his chest. “Let me go.” He leaned in, breath sour. “I heard you’re a fancy billionaire slut now. That true?” She pushed again. “Ash, stop.” He scoffed. “You used to throw me money to help with debt. Remember that? When you had some decency?”

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”