Carmen Pritchett Net Worth Novels & Stories

"Patricia, you have to trust me on this. Imperial Hub Limited has the potential to grow bigger than what it is now. I can make it happen" "You don't know how to run a company Morris" Patricia voiced out. Her beauty company was worth over $100 million, what would it turn to if she gave it to a man who had never even owned a small shop? "You've never owned a business before. There's a high chance you'll run my company down"

I added. "The accounts are looking good, our shares in the stock market are climbing at a steady state, the net worth of our businesses is over 70 million dollars and the weapons factory, over 1.2 billion." Patricia started. "We have used over 2.3 million in maintaining the manor this month and that's a lot, I've written a list on what to cut down on." She said placing a list in front of me. "I also have something to speak to you about. In private." She finished.

Wang Juncai snorted coldly, "stay away from me. People like you don't deserve to stand beside me." Allen Peterson stepped back with a smile and walked to the other end of the box: "I want to ask you, since you say we are humble, well, I ask you, Smitth's group is now worth 6 billion. How much do you have now?" Wang Juncai was stunned and took two steps back: "hum! Even if Smith's group is worth 6 billion, what does it have to do with you? It can only represent Ava Smith's assets. You are still a poor man."

After glancing at the expensive watch on her wrist, she said coolly, "My name is Isabel Jimenez. Mr. Sinclair recommended you to me. I heard that you're a skilled doctor. Well, get on with it. I'm in a rush. You have five minutes." Isabel Jimenez? The name left Sebastian feeling a little startled. She was none other than the most accomplished businesswoman in Steinberg! Despite being only 28 years old, she had a net worth of ten billion dollars and made it into the international list of the wealthiest young businesswomen!

The Pitch was the most sort after PR firm by brands, struggling politicians, and A-list celebrities. I had carefully created a persona as the elusive, mysterious CEO who abhorred the limelight despite working in PR. Surrounding myself with the right staff that was young, vibrant, and exceptional at their job had made mine infinitely easier. I had achieved a level of success I had never dreamt of and had more money than I knew what to do with, especially for someone who was formerly homeless. I never let the origin of the capital money bother me; I considered it repatriation for all the shitty and horrible things David had done to me.

She planned on fleeing overseas, but the police arrested her. Freya: [...800 million dollars? My God. Cindy is out of her mind. Hasn’t she been making a lot of money? From the money she earned in the entertainment industry and the money she had been receiving from the Jewell family for investment, buying property, and cars, her net worth should be over one billion dollars. She’s richer than anyone of us. She used to be so poor that she couldn’t even afford bread in the morning. Now that she’s rich, why is she still not content? To think she even got involved in cheating and murder. Has she lost her conscience? How greedy of her.]

As beads of sweats trickled on her forehead, Hera read. “Patrick Preston Hemmingworth (January 21, 1986) is a Filipino entrepreneur, media proprietor, investor, and computer engineer. He is the founder and executive chairman (president) of Sagkahan High where he also served as a CEO. With a net worth of almost $200.1 billion as of September 2021, he is either the wealthiest Filipino alive or the second-wealthiest person in the world…”

I whispered, trying to wrap my head around the sheer scale of the offer, “It’s… it’s huge.” “Because you are valuable.” Carmen stated simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I did my homework on you, Rhea. You are the best at what you do. And I won't let you slip away from my fingers. Even if I have to spend 100 times what I just offered you as a down payment, I'm willing to do so. And if the money is too small for you, you can ask for more.” I quickly scanned the contract again, my eyes wide. I had to look past the \$10,000,000.00 to the annual salary, the profit shares, and the stock options outlined in the document. It was all real. It was all massive.

Surprisingly, Carter spoke up, "Of course." His gaze rested quietly on Sharon, reflecting her figure with a depth that seemed to see straight through her. "She's not lying," he said evenly. "Everything she's bid on tonight… she's paying for herself. After all…" His voice was directed at the others, but his eyes never left her. "She has a fortune of 100 million. However she chooses to spend it is her business." Sharon's lashes fluttered slightly, but the faint smile on her lips didn't waver. She didn't deny it.