Arthur Smith Dad Net Worth Novels & Stories

His voice carried resentment now. My face remained stone. “So I helped,” he said. “At first, it was small things. Rent. Medical bills. Then it escalated.” “How much?” I asked. Arthur looked directly at me. “Seven figures.” The number settled heavily in the air. I didn't react outwardly—but inside, the calculation was immediate. “That's a business investment,” I said coolly. “Not charity.” Arthur gave a short, humorless laugh. “Exactly.” “They knew exactly how to play it. Riley would cry. Tonet would call me ‘son.’ They'd show me fake hospital reports. Fake investment opportunities. Promises of return," he divulged carefully.

Unlike my parents, they seemed to be interested in what I had to say, and they seemed to be intrigued by every word that comes out of my mouth. “If you need any funding or any help of a sort, just tell me and I will pull some strings. I know people who know people, and we can wound our way in your industry.” Arthur offered, and I found my face splitting up in the biggest grin. He was nice, beneath that big angry bad boy façade he pulled every time, he was nice. Heck, why didn’t Kayden inherit some of his good traits? Because aside from the looks, Kayden was his own person. Nothing like the two people sitting in front of me. “Thank you, Mr. Smith,” I said with a smile,

With the way things were, only Arthur could take this company to the level he wanted. "So how much are you talking about here…?" "A billion dollars" Morris responded "Maybe ten." "Ten billion dollars?!" Arthur yelled. "I am not interested" "Mr Arthur..." Morris leaned closer on the edge of his chair. He knew Arthur's weak spot was his daughter, Rachel Reeves. "....Think about having access to the best schools for your nine year old daughter until she is an adult. Imagine saving up more than enough money for her future. She will be far ahead of her mates, and will be grateful for how you made her life so easy."

I hissed. His eyes brightened. “I am not giving you a blank check,” I quickly interrupted his flight of fantasy. “Name a price quickly.” His mind raced with possibilities and I held my breath. Dominic’s words returned to me. He would be a fool if he asked for anything less than a million dollars. “Five hundred thousand dollars.” I still gasped in shock. He might be a fool, but the number he quoted was still beyond my imagination. “You’re crazy!” Arthur shrugged. “You want me to never see my daughter again. I think that is a fair price!”

"The doctor said daddy's condition has gradually improved, it's just that he's not allowed to work anymore. Arka, it's good that you came here. I have something to talk to you about." Seeing his father's face turn a little more serious made Arka curious about what his father wanted to tell him. The man was afraid his daddy would give him bad news about his condition. "Last night Mr. Smith contacted me through Mr. Hakim, he said he wanted to meet with me because he was planning to invest in my company. Do you know what a big impact it would have on our company if Mr. Smith were to invest in our company?" Arka nodded, waiting for his father's next words.

Before he got to see his dad, he got kidnapped! Arthur was not someone to mess with. "Ding—" A message popped up on the phone. "Did you go after your dad?" B7 asked. Arthur pouted and replied, "Mm-hmm! Teacher, you'll help me, right?" "You sure know how to stir up trouble, landing me such a huge job with the Park Group! If it weren't for your begging, I wouldn't even consider this for less than ten million dollars."

“I don’t have a dad. Just my mom.” Ethan frowned. That’s not true, he thought, remembering seeing Arthur with a man at the party. “And the man I saw you with? At the welcome party?” Ethan asked. Arthur shifted uncomfortably. “That was my uncle, Damien. He’s gone back to Velaris. He’s not my dad.” “Oh.” Ethan nodded slowly. “So… who's your real father?” Arthur’s voice dropped. “I don’t know him. My Mom never talks about him.” His shoulders slumped, sadness creeping into his tone.

“I didn’t have the money.” He sniffed. “Arthur Judge’s daughter? And you didn’t have the money?” Scowling at him, I muttered, “It’s not like he left me stupid rich or anything.” “Didn’t he? I never met the guy, but I knew how generous of a philanthropist he was. I still get charities contacting me for handouts because of how much he had his company donate to them every year. You can’t sit there and tell me he gave away that much money to complete strangers, yet left you—his only true child—destitute.”

There were only two families pushed to the brink by fate, clinging to each other for survival through the same absurd lie. "Then the $500,000..." My voice cracked. Kyle looked at me, his gaze regaining its usual cold detachment. "Mr. Arthur, Olivia's mother is dead. That $500,000 bought your father's life. We don't owe each other anything anymore." I stood there in silence and bowed deeply. As I turned and walked out of the villa, my phone rang. It was Mom. "Arthur! Your dad woke up, but... but he refuses to take his medication! He pulled out his tubes, and he says he wants to die!"

As long as there was hope, they would not give up. When Ken Smith heard what his daughter said, he finally turned around and looked at Tara and her mother with eyes that no longer looked lifeless. As someone who was from the South River Province who was also a big boss who used to have a net worth of hundreds of millions, of course he would know about the Golden Leaf Hotel. He even met a very important client there before. The market value of the hotel was at least 15 billion now. If it was just as his daughter said, this might just help him get through this difficult time.