Benjamin Chen Billionaire Family Novels & Stories

I ask stuffing French fries in my mouth. "Well, the clients called and postponed the meeting for tomorrow. So technically I could have taken a day off but I decided to stay and do some inventory." She says and I nod. "Nina do you know about Mr. Karter Allan?" I ask out of the blue. She's worked here for three years now, she probably knows about him. "Well duh! Who doesn't? He's the owner of our company and not just that he's the youngest billionaire in America! Everyone knows him Marie" She says.

Nina joined in. "That's Jevan Hollen." "Jevan Hollen is the most popular boy here and the student with the most 'A's. He excels at everything he does. He's star quarter back of the football team. His father is a billionaire and CEO of Hollen Tower. One of the most successful company in the country." "No No No. One of the most successful companies in the world since they're international now. The whole family is rich. Jevan's aunt established hotels around the world until she gave it all up and married a Prince.

Let us have a brief introduction. Shim Family: The most prestigious family of south Korea. Have many businesses like Restaurants, Business Firms, Entertainment Agencies, Real Estate Business, and many other small businesses. Shim Mansion: One of the most expensive Villas in Hannam-dong, South-Korea Seoul. Family Members: 》Shim Min-Hoon 》Most respected Businessman in South Korea. Mostly focused on his Business firms. He wants his children to be successful just like him or even better, more than him. May seem strict but still loves his sons a lot.

So was the manager "Yes, I'm the only daughter of the owner of this company, and surprisingly, the man you've been insulting isn't as poor as you say. Do you know who he is? Lusia looked at the female Staff and the man who served as the Manager. "He is Featherston by name, that means he comes from the Featherston family, the richest family in the city." Everyone in the room was even more surprised at Lusia Horizon's confession. The fact that Lusia was the only daughter of the owner of a large property company and that Gama was from the Featherston family, one of the wealthiest families in the city, made the atmosphere very different. The faces of the managers and senior Staff turned pale, re

he stroked his luscious hair backward, letting out a brief sigh. Mr. Vawn, Ben's Grandfather was a crafty old man and he had always nagged him about starting a family, making it clear that he wouldn't get a share in his properties if he wasn't married, but Ben never felt threatened as he never even needed the old man's wealth. he had become a man of his, financial in the top 1% percent and he was already running one of the largest businesses in the region. A couple more billions meant nothing to him. "He even threatened to find me a woman himself." Ben scoffed, he could not believe the audacity of the old man, if he wasn't his relative he'd have shut him up a long time ago. All that aside he

" Vincent and I used to go to Slyvester’s house often." "So, you've known for a long time that he's rich?" As Terban's eyes flickered towards Chaylen, he was met with a blank expression. Though the other residents of the boarding house appeared nonchalant about their new acquaintances, Terban had done some digging and found out that Vincent and Kyle were sons of billionaires and were in elite circles. In contrast, Chaylen was the secret offspring of a conglomerate and seemed indifferent to social status - a highly commendable quality. Despite this, he had unwittingly befriended Vincent, Kyle, and Slyvester without knowing their immense wealth.

“That small shop is right in front of a giant shopping mall that I own. I haven’t been able to move him no matter how much money I offered. One of his sons works in the media, so if I go after him, I’ld earn bad fame. I’ll give you three, no, five days. Show me what you can do.” Vivian looked at Ryan. He nodded. Brandon Conreid was the eldest son of the family, and his net worth alone was worth close to a trillion dollars. He had brothers and sisters who were also as rich as him. Their family was among the top families in the world. “We will get him to sell his store, sir,” Ryan assured him. “If you succeed, I will give wings to Bosch Group,” Brandon replied. Vivian very much loved what she

But it wasn’t the image that made my head spin, it was the headline. FATHER OR SON? Flora Roberts: Sleeping Her Way to the Top. The air left my lungs. My hands froze over the keyboard as my eyes scanned the article. "Barely two months after Flora Roberts discreetly served divorce papers to Jayden Kensington, the heir to the Kensington empire, she has cozied up to none other than his estranged father, Alexander Bennett. The billionaire mogul of The Bennett Group has allegedly been charmed by Roberts, who now holds the coveted position of Head Designer at his fashion empire. Whispers in the industry suggest her rise has less to do with talent and more to do with calculated seduction..."

he admitted quietly. He crouched and slid a large cream-colored envelope beneath the door. "What is it?" "A confidential agreement." I didn't need to read it to know. Money. Powerful people always believed money could fix everything. I removed the chain and opened the envelope. The first page read: CONFIDENTIAL SETTLEMENT AGREEMENT My stomach tightened. I flipped to the next page. One Hundred Million Dollars. For a moment, I simply stared. Not because I wanted it. Because I couldn't believe Adrian thought my dignity had a price.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.