Betty Idol Net Worth Mga Nobela at Kwento

she said. "Well not to brag, but about last month, our company hit a billion dollars profit." he smiled innocently. "So, I've been friends with a billionaire and I'm just knowing about it" she said and sighed in disappointment. "But you've been so simple that one would never perceive that you're this big" She said. "I like it this way." he said. Bella admired him the more and she could not even tell herself why the realization of his real identity would make him appeal more to her.

"Okay. I have forty. How much do you have?" Tears welled in Beth's eyes. "Thirty. Y-you would do that for me?" Sherlie nodded instantly. "Of course I will! So we have seventy thousand now." Beth nodded, biting relentlessly on her lower lip. "A hundred and eighty thousand dollars left. I'll have to ask Brandon for my pay," she mused. "I'm sure Brian will be happy to help?" Beth looked up at her, beginning to hyperventilate. "A-are you sure? I- I could-"

A global powerhouse built from nothing by the force of my genius and taste. In reality, it wasn’t mine. The real “Big Bella” was a woman I used to shop with when I was still orbiting Giveon Salazar’s world. She was fading, drowning in debt, her so-called empire wheezing its last breath. And I, ever the opportunist offered her a lifeline. Ten million dollars. Three years of full media control, her name and title mine to do with as I pleased. I got the money from the foolish Giveon, of course. He would have given me anything back then. I’d wound him around my finger so tight he thought the blood rushing to his head was love.

“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.”

Terry said sincerely. Stella stared at Betty. Betty lowered her head and twisted her apron with her hands. She looked very nervous. Stella looked at Betty gently. "I believe Angie was a kind person and treated you as her own family, didn't she? I think you'd want to help her by finding the murderer, yes? I believe she would be thankful if you did so." "Madam was indeed a very kind person. She never treated the servants harshly. When my family was in urgent need of money, she gave me 20,000 dollars without hesitation. Who on earth would kill our Madam?" Betty was very emotional, her eyes begun to tear up.

He took one look and knew that Ethan was a spoiled mama's boy, and this mother was the real boss! Master Pot looked puzzled as he walked over with his hand extended. Betty, who had spent millions on her beauty treatments every year, had garnered countless compliments about her youthfulness. She politely extended her hand, lightly touching the hand offered by Master Pot. The smile on Master Pot's face diminished slightly but still lingered a little as if he were prepared to retreat at any moment. He was worried that she wouldn't keep her promise to chat for just three minutes! Betty had a mysterious ability. Despite her height of fewer than 160 centimetres, she could overlook everyone. Even h

Celia wrapped her arms around me, wiggling her waist in a small victory dance. Betty laughed, a harsh, mocking sound . “Oh, poor Vivica. You and I both know you can’t afford luxury items.” She scoffed, turning toward the attendant. “You are just a plaything to Adrian, and playthings don’t get spoiled. Your value ends in the bedroom.” She spun back to the attendant. “Give me the bag, I’ll pay double for your trouble.” Betty began rummaging her purse for her card. “That will be a hundred grand, Ma’am.”

Unfortunately, Betty had saved all her wealth under Sophia's account, so she had nothing to her name now. Apart from two properties given to her by Javier, two luxury cars, and three million dollars in her personal bank account, she had nothing left. Betty, used to an extravagant and debauched life, could not accept the feeling of poverty. Javier would notice if she sold off the cars and properties for money. What could she do with a mere three million dollars? Even her tips to the male hosts were worth more than that! After two days of racking her brains, she suddenly thought of the safe by Sophia's bedside. The halcyon gemstones probably had not been confiscated by the authorities. If sold

She was just a low—level artiste, how could she not endure the humiliation of being able to climb up to Bryson's status? "It doesn't matter, as long as I'm his first woman. Besides, he also compensated me!" Betty shrugged her shoulders. Angelica couldn't help but be guided by her words, and curiously asked, "What compensation does he make you?" "He just told me about your existence last night. I'm not too happy, so I told him to give me one hundred million yuan. He already gave me money this morning, so my anger went away." Betty easily and naturally answered her.

As I writhed on the floor, Betty turned to her livestream, her voice trembling with fake tears. "Everyone, look at this mistress! I'm the one who's been wronged, and she attacks me! Someone needs to teach her a lesson!" The chat exploded, a waterfall of support for Betty. Her followers skyrocketed. Donations chimed nonstop. Reading the flood of comments, Betty's eyes lit up. "A ten-thousand-dollar superchat!" She looked down at my bruised, bound body and grinned, all malice. "You wanna see this slut with nothing on?"