Buffy The Body Net Worth Novels & Stories

Once she saw Amelia nearly losing consciousness on the stage, Amelia’s mother—Lily Granger—rushed onto the stage with the security guards and carried Amelia away as fast as possible. With that, the press conference ended. … At the Bailey mansion, Anthony’s eyes were still fixated on the screen. “How much is Charmine’s net worth?” he calmly asked Nial. Nial fired up a software program and began calculating dexterously. “At least thirty billion dollars,” came his reply soon after. Anthony’s lips curled up slightly; he was impressed. Thirty billion dollars? She had to be on Forbes’ Rich List! This woman was nothing short of surprises, that was for sure.

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.

While reading their profiles, I exclaimed, "Woah, I had no idea they were such a big deal." My eyes widened and I covered my mouth in disbelief as I turned the page to the next page. "Raven is on of the backer?" I keep reading his profile and drowning in his earnings. "Around $200 million... per month?! What the fudge?!" "Where are the particulars, Ms. Formosus?" "Oh, my God!" I jumped on my swivel chair and held my chest because of the sudden talk from Mr. Jax. I inhaled and exhaled before facing him.

Whoever, whatever and wherever she was, her days were already numbered. My phone vibrated on the table. I grabbed it, looking at the screen. It was my cousin, Savage. “Hey,” I greeted, smiling. “Almost done?” He asked. “Not even close. That bitch has more money than we expected. Now imagine what would happen if we got a connection to that Grandma's total White family revenue account.” I said, raising both my eyebrows in amusement. “That would be crazy. We're getting close. How much is it?” “Forty six billion.”

If the other people would hear about this, they might vomit blood due to anger of how much the Kings easily throw money like some kind of paper towels. She shook her head and decided not to care, a measly $3 million does not faze her at all, even when she was still a fulltime wife and mother, her own net worth was more than enough to dazzle anyone as someone who owns a percentage from her family’s chain of companies and businesses. And now that she works under her grandfather’s company as the current CEO and training chairwoman after her grandfather’s retirement. Whatever she had inside her bank account will be twice or thrice as much now.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

All I can think about is him. Damien Cross. My boss I pull up a browser and type his name into the search bar. The results are overwhelming. Damien Cross, CEO of Cross Enterprises. 34 years old. Estimated net worth: $15 billion. Self-made, apparently... no family money, no silver spoon. Built his empire from nothing. There are photos. Professional ones from business magazines and newspapers. There are pictures of Dante in a tux at charity galas, of him cutting ribbons at building openings, and of him shaking hands with politicians and celebrities and other billionaires.

I think the only people who can afford to live in a place like this are oil moguls, drug lords and arm dealers. “I don’t know.” Comes Bhyron’s quiet response. Surprised, I turn to him. “What?” He regards me through hooded, unreadable eyes; “I don’t know exactly how wealthy I am, Amani. I stopped counting the zeros two years ago when I could no longer keep up.” I frown; “but G****e says you’re worth thirty billion dollars in assets.” The words fly past my lips before I can stop myself. Bhyron’s lips curve in a small smile; “you looked me up on G****e.”

“Do you think the company can hire you, Lady Archer?” “Why not?” “You can work if that corporation is willing to offer you $1 million dollars every month. Not even their CEO makes that much money after five years of saving. You are an Archer Maya. If you can find a company that will pay you that much, you will be able to get employment. But for the time being, wifey, you will remain at home and utilize your husband’s money to start your own business, for which I will compensate you with $1 million dollars. In case you didn’t know, Lady Archer, you are currently worth $800 billion dollars, according to Forbes magazine.”

But when it came to acting, she still had her skills. “Naomi dear, I only have so much on hand. How do we begin?” I looked at the documents she handed me, and my eyes widened in disbelief. Three hundred million dollars? I shouldn’t have been too shocked. Betsy came from money. Compared to her, I had a meager five million dollars. But even that was more than enough to last us three lifetimes. “I have a plan!” I said. Betsy trusted me completely so I set the plan into motion without delay.