Arslan Ash Net Worth Novels & Stories

"I have a net worth of over ninety million dollars, mate. If I can be this rich and still be nice to you, maybe you should learn something from me." Easton's mouth tipped up on the left side. He fished a tissue paper out of the holder and dabbed at his mouth before speaking. "Your entire net worth is like pocket money to me, Dominic. Be a darling and search up Larsen & Co. Group on the internet. For more context, I am the CEO. Recently got promoted to it." "You did?" I asked. The news was new to me.

“Ruin my future? Let me be honest with you, my future is already gone! I fought and struggled for my business for 10 years, and just as I’ve gotten some achievements, the Darby clan kicked me out of the company!” “What… What did you say?” Lily was shocked. “They chased you out of the company? Didn’t you sell your company to buy me The Worship of Crystal?” “Hahaha!” Ashton laughed and slowly stood up from the bed. “You believed that crap I said? I have a total of 30 million bucks, do you think I’ll use 30 million bucks just to get you a pair of heels? You must be crazy!”

Wayne patted Alex's arm, hurried across the road, and drove away. Alex saw that Wayne was driving a Rolls-Royce Ghost with a market price of at least 4 million, which basically confirmed that Wayne indeed was a recluse tycoon. In the wake of his curiosity, he took out his phone to search the city's rich list and found that the first place's net worth exceeded 50 billion. This also meant that Wayne Larson's net worth also exceeded 50 billion. Alex himself, in the blink of an eye, had become the city's wealthiest rich second-gen!

It wasn’t like working at the paper paid THAT well. I mindlessly took out my phone and looked up Raymond Hill, and my eyes damn near bugged out of my head. Net worth: $42 million. My fingers moved on their own and looked up Elijah Keller. Net worth: $18 million. I quickly deleted my search history and put my phone in my pocket.

Business articles with headlines like Gosling International Expands Into Asian Markets and The Coldest Man in Real Estate and Billionaire at 30: How Daniel Gosling Built an Empire. The photos. Sharp gray eyes. Strong jaw. Black hair perfectly styled. Devastatingly handsome in a way that looked expensive and untouchable and absolutely nothing like a man who should have been sitting alone at a hotel bar at eleven o'clock on a Thursday. Net worth: $8.7 billion. "Oh my God." I made it to the bathroom in time before I threw up everything in my stomach. When I came back out, pale and shaking and deeply unhappy with every decision I had made in the last twenty-four hours, the maid handed me a glass

He was the man from last night—the one who nearly took me away. He stood calmly in front of a swarm of reporters, his face as stern as ever. His sharp eyes and chiseled jaw gave him an aura of power and arrogance. He spoke with authority, every syllable drawing me in, my eyes glued to his striking face. Adrian Foster—the CEO of the Foster Group. Possessing unimaginable wealth and a mysterious identity. His net worth was estimated at over 500 billion dollars. No one could calculate his true fortune—it was simply too vast, spanning nearly the entire universe.

She studied Ivy’s face carefully, the nervousness, the curiosity, the fear woven together. “You want to see what he looks like?” Aurora asked gently and Ivy nodded. Aurora picked up her phone from the bedside table. Ivy watched every movement closely, her body tense but still. She unlocked the screen and opened the browser. Her fingers hovered for a second before typing. Kemal Arslan, influential businessmen in Turkey. The search results loaded quickly. Business profiles. News articles. Conference photos. Headlines about mergers, global investments, philanthropic work. Aurora ignored most of it and clicked on the image tab.

“Hold on, let me— ah ah! Found him.” She turned the screen toward me, and there he was: Ashar Vale, perfectly lit in some candid shot, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, dressed in a black tailored suit that probably cost more than most people’s yearly salary. Betty let out a low whistle. “Girl. Jackpot. And this explains why I didn’t recognize him; he’s based in Chicago. Business mogul. Old money. Filthy rich. Literally every woman’s P*******t board come to life.”

He scrolls his mouse and finds Zayne's picture below the article. A young man who looks like a mixed-blood standing at the airport wearing casual clothes. His smile is quite refreshing to girls' eyes. Yes, he had a good looking face and figured too, just like him. Asher starts to dig more about him, his company, and his identity. He won a noble prize as the youngest billionaire when he was just 18 years old. He built his own company when he was only 16, start with the small business and the innovation he created that is now used worldwide.

"Your royalties alone will amount to about 170 thousand dollars. The other merchandise is also selling well. Ad revenue is ten thousand dollars and there's your monthly salary of 80 thousand dollars. I calculated the total amount as he spoke. In the end, the total I arrived at wasn't much different from his estimate. This was the first time I had made so much money. I was elated, so I decided to be generous for once. "What do you want to eat? My treat!" "There are some nice snacks downstairs. Should we get some now?" he asked off-handedly. "Sure!" I stood up enthusiastically. "Let's go!" … Shayne sat in the corner as he watched his friends drink. He finally voiced his thoughts, "What do you