Benjamin Chen Billionaire Novels & Stories

"The money trail is fascinating. The Syndicate charges their clients between two and ten million dollars per case, depending on the complexity. They've generated over five billion dollars in revenue in the past decade." My head was spinning. "But why target me? Liam isn't a politician or a judge." "No, but he's worth three billion dollars," Margaret said. "And more importantly, he inherited something his father left behind." "What?" Dr. Chen exchanged glances with the other women. "Tell her about the Blackwater Files." Rachel's fingers flew over her keyboard. "Liam's father, Harrison Cross, wasn't just a businessman. He was a facilitator. For thirty years, he helped politicians, judges, and

he replied, and I couldn’t help the slow curl of another smirk pulling at my lips. To most people, sending fifty thousand dollars in one go would be impossible because of banking limits. Even if the money was in their account, they would need to transfer it in bits, spread across days or split into smaller sums, before completing the transaction. But Abraham wasn’t most people. He had sent it instantly, without restriction, and he was still offering more. That meant only one thing. He had the kind of account billionaires possessed. The platinum black account, where no limit existed, where any amount of money could move in a single transaction. Only a handful of people in the entire country h

"Yes. My grants only cover a third of my expenses, and getting a job is my next step. I don't mind getting a job, but most firms would require me to work full-time. I could work somewhere non-accounting, that's part time, but I wouldn’t make nearly enough money to live off of." Kent was nothing like she expected for a billionaire. Her mother might be aware of her new fiancé's wealth, but Bethany doubted it. She’d done her research, though, and knew that McKenzie and Bryant Accounting LLC was a cash cow. If Kent wasn't worth at least thirty billion dollars, Bethany would be surprised. Still, he was far too down to earth, far from what she expected a billionaire to act like. They were supposed

She raised her head with a smile. "It is," She giggled as she fought the urge to jump on him. It was a letter from Chris Williams inviting him to make a portrait of his mother but it would be done in his mansion. He is paying him Two billion dollars. Chris Williams is one of the most successful businessmen in Chicago "Do we leave this evening?" She asked giggling with excitement. "No, we start tomorrow. I have to get some stuff today and we are going grocery shopping." "Grocery shopping?" She furrowed her brows. "Why are we going grocery shopping?"

It was just a laboratory, and Benjamin couldn't tell. "It should be in Cindale. Most of Jordan's assets are in Cindale. The market in Eastwyn is saturated, so he only came to Cindale for development. However, Eastwyn's economic lifeline seems to have decoupled from him because I became the nation's number one taxpayer this year." Calvin glanced at him. He just asked him to look at some documents, why was he showing off his wealth? But he was also shocked. This Benjamin was extraordinary.

If I told Shena, she might cry with envy. Except for Oliver and Alex, I scrutinized the other guy. He was handsome, with tan skin and grayish hair, but he was still in a suit, as if he'd just come from work. "Do you not know that guy?" Chelsie must have noticed my confusion because she whispered to me. I shook my head and looked at her. "He's a man who inherited his ancestors' wealth. I heard his father's company went bankrupt, but a month later, he revived it. He's also a successful billionaire with branches in the Philippines and companies in other countries."

He's the champion of the underdog. At twenty-three he became a venture capitalist, funding the tech projects of his closest friends named PJ Payne, Khaleel Malik and Sebastian Horan, from the genius clan of Puissance League which soared to a great success, making Ben Styles a few hundred million wealthier. Imagine that! Ben Styles, a simple name but a very powerful businessman. Latest cover of Enquirer: The world's most favorite playboy reveals how many women he slept with. Why isn't he interested in marriage? And how he became the world's hottest bachelor?

James was walking toward the Il Rosso helipad with Bryan and Gray by his sides. Reporters had amassed, and they wasted no time snapping images of James stepping out of his chopper. James Belgenza, the fifth-wealthiest billionaire on the planet, tied the knot today atop one of the world's tallest buildings, Il Rosso Tower, and several television crews stopped by to film and take photos of the event.

Kyunghee asked with his evil grin. "Sorry, I don't know sir? Do you want to tell me?” “Hmm, since you asked it directly, fine, I'll tell you now. So, I'm going to tear down this old building soon, and then with the funds from Lee Corp, I'm going to build the biggest ecstasy factory in Asia. Then I will make super tight security around this area so that no police can sniff it. I already know our police general well, so licensing and other matters will be easier. He wouldn't dare to interfere with my business, because I knew his dirty secret. Wasn't my idea brilliant, Mr Jung?"

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.