Andy Ye Billionaire Novels & Stories

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

How could someone like this be a billionaire? Shirley’s expression darkened. “Liselotte, I wasn’t joking with you, so don’t you dare be cheeky with me! Tell me what he does for a living right now! All he has to prove is that he earns more than 1.5 million dollars a year, or else he’s out!” “But why would I joke about this, Mom?” Shaelyn protested, “Zayn really is a billionaire! If you don’t believe me, then call your friends from Waltz City. Tell them his name and see what happens! They will know.”

Her tone was faint, but it made people listen inexplicably harsh. billion?! Ordinary rich families don't necessarily have this asset, okay? What's more, the Ye family is just floating on the edge of the rich and powerful. "What do you mean?!" Old lady Ye's face sank. Although the Ye family's assets are only tens of millions, it is also money that she, a country girl, can't earn in her life! "Do you know how many zeros there are in a billion? You still want a billion! You really came back to rob me of my property! Grandma, you get rid of her!"

"Quick, hubby, tell me! How else are you making money? Are you hiding anything else from me?" "Then, Thomas held Rainie in his arms and said with a smile, ""Look at you, you are such a money-grubber! Mr. Ye was the one who built Nocturnal Centrum, and I'm just the manager. Nevertheless, Mr. Ye gave us 70% of the profits. Besides, I started other companies like Ornota Group only by following Mr. Ye. So, in literal terms, I only have around a few billion dollars worth of property under my name.""" "Wow! Hubby, you are amazing."

It's for the greater good of my children not to suffer just the way I did. Rhett came from a family of old wealth. His late grandfather was the richest simp in the state, and so the wealth kept passing on to their legitimate sons. My mother had told me, all I have to do is give them an heir and every wealth of the Sango's will come lurking at our door. I was just going to be a pawn in the general sphere of the game, and my job was to get my family out of the mediocre life we were living and make sure my children would not experience the life my father gave me.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

He spoke with a parfait straw in his mouth. “Tyleratte Brooke, I wish I was him.” “What do you mean?” I asked him with disgust. “Please, don’t tell me you don’t know the Tylerattes?” “Well I don’t.” “Tyleratte Brooke is listed as the richest billionaire in Singapore.” He replied, smiling mischievously. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Indeed her hunch was right, her caretaker had sent her a text regarding the house rent. However, what got her attention the most was another test message from an unknown number that said: "Miss Stanford, I would love to make a deal with you. Not just any deal, but a billion dollars worth deal. If you are interested, hit me up on this number. I will be waiting...” “What is this?” Amelia asked aloud with a confused facial expression.

“Your scandal-ridden daughter won’t shake the deal. I’ve handled worse press.” Victor offered a thin smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He tapped his glass without drinking. “She’s not the problem,” he said smoothly. “The problem… is him.” “Him?” Victor leaned forward, clasping his hands. “Her driver. The new one.” The man scoffed. “You’re telling me your billion-dollar empire is threatened by a chauffeur?” Victor’s expression didn’t change. “He’s not just a chauffeur. I’ve watched people my whole life politicians, con men, CEOs. And this one… this Liam? He’s too clean. Too disciplined. Too invisible.”

I heaved a heavy sigh afterwards. "Yes, I did." Kevin was a big brother to me, "but I promise I'll always visit you, we can still hang out." "Is the pay better Camila? I know it's been rough for you but you can't afford to go from frying pan to fire." He was always advising me and my frozen heart was getting a bit of warmth, "What's the job?" "A billionaire." I giggled hysterically and he forced a smile. "I'm serious Camila."