Carmen Pritchett Net Worth Novels & Stories

"You don't know me, Natasha. Quit pretending as if we are best friends because I've only known you for a couple of hours." I stare up at Hayden, take in his complete, intimidating six-foot-five frame, and shudder. He radiates a no-nonsense demeanor, giving him an air of authority inside the restaurant, and I realize the big man isn't as sweet as I judged him to be. My heart falters. "Right... I don't know you..." "I will sell you a motorboat," the red-haired lady interrupts us, causing Hayden to give me a villainous grin. "Do you see now, princess? I get things done. End of discussion."

"She wants to see you at the Blackwood Estate." A small warmth flickered in my chest—Carmen. I liked her more than I’d ever admit to him. She’d always been a sanctuary for me. But I kept my face neutral. I needed to hold the upper hand. "Fine," I said, leaning back. "Carmen, or anyone else—you need the dutiful Luna, I can play the part. But we settle the blood-price first. Once we’ve appeased her, we split cleanly. I won’t touch the estates, the cars, or the pack shares. I want one billion dollars. Non-negotiable."

He browsed a lady's profile then extended it back to them. Wilson scrolled down the lady's profile, he found out she was a model. “Greta Christopher” “She's currently in Sydney. You should have a partnership with her or recruit her as a part . Age: thirty years old. Net worth, $300 millon.” By hearing her net worth Wilson had picked an interest in her, moreover she was a ravishing beauty. He found a reason to hire another model and Greta was the right bait. “But Henrietta is your ex wife. Your mother did everything to get her the crown she has now.”

"Her name is Gina Cadman, she was married to Jefferson Cadman for twenty years. They have one daughter who is sixteen." "Jefferson Cadman the owner of Cadman Investments?" "Yes that's her ex." "I read about their divorce last year. Something about her saying that he hid money offshore so that her settlement was less than she deserved." "That's right before the divorce their net worth was thought to be five hundred million dollars. However, when the business and accounting was valued for the divorce it was valued at two hundred million dollars. She got half but is convinced that he moved the rest of the money offshore somewhere. We have people trying to track and prove that he had more but it

5 billion? " Yes," Vera said. " Mrs Johnson is worth over $4.2 billion. She was wise to share her money to her staffs and some cancer research donation stuffs. I don't really know much about those ones but that's what she did. When she dies, you'll inherit the $2.5 billion."

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.

Carmen smirked before she said, “Fifteen million dollars!” Elaine smacked her lips together and replied, “I really do not know where a d*mn old woman like you appeared from. Even if I chop you up into pieces and sell you by the catty, you will not even be worth fifteen million dollars at all! You still want to continue being so pretentious in front of me? Hurry up and get out of my sight! Stop causing a delay to my spa treatment!” Carmen trembled in anger when she heard Elaine’s words. She really wished that she could just slap Elaine across her face now so that she could teach this person who had not seen much of the world a lesson.

"Elena, that's a third of your net worth." "Money is just a tool, Julian. What matters is how you use it to help people." My assistant Sarah knocked on the door. "Elena? Carmen Rodriguez is here to see you. She says she has a business proposal." My good mood vanished instantly. After what Julian's investigator discovered about Carmen's meetings with Dr. Parker, I wasn't interested in anything she had to say. "Send her in," I said. "But stay close in case I need you." Carmen walked into my office wearing a confident smile and an expensive suit. She looked like she belonged in the business world, but I knew better now.

"Catherine Cross is currently living as Catherine Whitmore. Philanthropist. Socialite. Board member of seven charities. Donor to hospitals, museums, children's organizations." "She hides behind charity work?" "Not just hides. Uses it. The charities are fronts. Money laundering operations. Donations come in, get cleaned, flow to Covenant operations. It's brilliant. No one questions a charity. Especially one run by someone so respectable." He showed me more photos. Catherine at galas. Shaking hands with politicians. Receiving humanitarian awards. "She's fifty-eight. Never married. No children. Lives in a penthouse on Fifth Avenue. Estimated net worth: three hundred million dollars. All clean o

"Thank you for coming. I know this is unexpected." "That's one word for it." I sat down, studied her face for traces of my dad. Same nose, same stubborn chin. "Why now? Why after fifteen years of silence are you suddenly interested in having lunch?" "Because you're news. Because what happened to you with Carter Vaughn is exactly the kind of thing I've spent my career fighting against." She pulled out her phone, showed me a profile that made my stomach drop. Catherine Monroe, founder and CEO of Monroe Capital, one of the largest women-focused investment firms in the country. Net worth estimated at three billion dollars. Major donor to feminist causes and women's rights organizations. Known fo