Anne Archer Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Andrew Archer has an announcement he wishes to make.” Andrew stood. “My grandmother, Martha Archer, left the Lycan Square mansion and the entire Archer fortune to her grandchildren. Because my sister Amelia murdered Martha, she cannot, by law, collect a dime, and everything has been transferred to me and my younger sister, Amanda.” Everyone cheered, but Andrew wasn’t finished. He held out his hands for silence. “I have decided to give the bulk of my now immense fortune to my daughter, Amy Gray,” Andrew declared. “I see no point in making her wait until I’m gone to enjoy it. Please help me in wishing her happiness.”

Sebastian whispered. “ Close to a billion dollars. It's not much. " Bellamy shrugged. “ A billion what?!" Sebastian exclaimed. “ Is it too much?" She pouted. “ It's not too much for family but it's risky. I don't make up to such amount half a year. People are gonna be asking questions. “ Archer said. He had been listening to them from where he sat. " Thank you for all of this. “ He said sincerely and she blushed.

“It’s been operating for about twelve weeks.” Twelve weeks. Caelum walked away from the painting and went to the window. “What’s the fund called,” he said. “The Archer Network.” The Archer Network. She’d walked out of this house with only a bag and whatever Rowan had put in an envelope and she’d set up a real, registered and structured fund in twelve weeks. She’d named it after the fake name she’d built from the ruins of her real one. “How many businesses,” he said. “Fourteen at last count.”

“You what?” “Technically speaking, I put in an offer on it this morning, but I can back out if you don’t like it.” Her head rocks back and forth as she goes from staring at me with wide eyes to looking around the space. She focuses on a table that has brochures and shoe protectors so no one tracks mud into the house. She rips the paper from the table and holds it in the air. “Archer, this house is more than fifty million dollars.” By the end of her sentence, her voice has gone up an octave from the shock.

I run my thumb over the embossed letters like they might reveal some hidden truth, or at least a way out. GABRIEL HUNT Founder & CEO, Hunt Capital I g****e him on my cracked phone. Battery is at 11%. The screen is so damaged I have to tilt it sideways to see the text through the spiderweb fractures. The results load slowly, the circle spinning while the train rattles through the dark tunnel. Then I wish they hadn't. Net worth: $4.7 billion. My vision blurs. I blink, hard, and read it again. Billion. With a B.

He chuckled as he pulled me closer to him, nuzzling his face into my neck. I can definitely get used to this… “Your skin is so soft.” He muttered, placing a soft kiss on my neck. “And you are so strong.” I commented, putting my hands on his muscled shoulders. Oh god! I bet he could pass for a male model! Or a wrestler! Archer didn’t have any tattoos covering his body like you would imagine for a mafia boss. He rather looked more like a rich businessman who liked to work out regularly to stay fit. And I guess that was the point…

But she knows the truth. She knew he was super rich but she wasn't aware that he was a billionaire. If their pictures were in the newspapers then surely there'll be information about them on the Internet. Grabbing her phone she searched Axel Knight on G****e and many of his pictures popped up at different charity events and business parties, also there were recent pictures of their wedding. She gulped as she opened one of the articles and read the content. Axel Knight, 26 years old. An heir of Knight enterprises which was a multinational company worth billions of dollars.

Archer was the heir of the Duncan family. And her? She was a fallen socialite, a once-proud daughter of the Jackson family, now a divorced woman. She trusted Archer precisely because she knew there was nothing he could gain from her. The most valuable thing she had was probably just… herself. But what if Archer had really done something to hurt her? The thought stung, twisting inside her. She felt shaken and uneasy.

While reading their profiles, I exclaimed, "Woah, I had no idea they were such a big deal." My eyes widened and I covered my mouth in disbelief as I turned the page to the next page. "Raven is on of the backer?" I keep reading his profile and drowning in his earnings. "Around $200 million... per month?! What the fudge?!" "Where are the particulars, Ms. Formosus?" "Oh, my God!" I jumped on my swivel chair and held my chest because of the sudden talk from Mr. Jax. I inhaled and exhaled before facing him.

Archie doted on her. Emma was slightly stunned, then she smiled. "Do you think that as your wife, she will be paid regularly every month?" "Other women do not have this kind of fortune, but you have it. I will give you ten million per month. You can slowly save it." Archie became generous and almost scared Emma to death. "Ten million?You give it to me?" Emma could not believe it. Ten million was an astronomical figure to her. "Yes! Too little?" Archie teased her.