Carmen Pritchett Net Worth Novels & Stories

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

Once he was gone, Carmen went wild, running her hands over the car again and again. "I've got it! This time it's really mine!" She spun around, showing off to us all. "You see? That's destiny!" Patrick was beside himself with excitement. "Carmen, you're a legend! A luxury car worth 1.5 million bucks! "We're about to hit the jackpot!" I inhaled deeply, giving my car's trunk a thorough once-over.

Jim remained motionless and narrowed his eyes as he watched Charlotte disappear. After hearing the room door slam shut behind her, he sat down and picked up his laptop once more. Displayed on the screen was information about the woman he had encountered at Tea Cottage. Bonnie Craig. The heiress to the Craig family fortune and CEO of Craig Group in Banyan City. This woman was a millionaire, rich beyond anyone's wildest dreams. A year ago, she had come to Merchant City and lived here for about six months, during which she had also started dating a man from Merchant City.

Elena at charity galas where tickets cost a million dollars each. "This can't be right," Marcus whispered. "She was nobody. A waitress working at some dive bar. I saved her from that life." "You didn't save her from anything. She was hiding." Frank pointed to a document. "See this? Her personal net worth is estimated at forty-seven billion dollars. Billion, with a B. She owns companies you've probably never heard of. Art worth hundreds of millions. Real estate on three continents." Marcus's vision swam. "No. No, this is wrong. I would have known. Someone would have told me."

Even through his anger at me, even through his hatred, I could see the shock written across his bruised face. "I had no idea," Patricia breathed, her composure finally cracking. "I knew she had family money, but I had no idea it was much—" "Grandma Mae was very private about her wealth," Henry explained calmly, as if he hadn't just dropped a bomb that had blown apart every expectation in this room. "She preferred to live modestly, and relatively speaking. But she invested wisely, and over the decades, her fortune grew considerably." "Eight hundred and fifty million," Patricia repeated, her voice awed. "That's—that's—"

I asked her. Carmen shook her head. "I don't think that I will ever forget that because that life is my life. This life isn't mine at all. It's just a role that I need to play for a year and I will go back to my real life in a year. I am not going to forget that. I am not going to pressure Andres into giving me more than I deserve because it's his money. I don't care how much he has, it's not mine" she said. I rolled my eyes. Carmen has always been like this. She has a strong set of principles that she follows when it comes to money.

Wilbur said calmly. Shane smiled, and Whitney went on. "Miser Homer Colt, Kardon Province representative of Vanguard Home Appliances. They make two hundred million dollars in sales every year. Mister Mark Lenkari's family owns a supermarket chain, valued on the market at three hundred million dollars. Mister Astor King here works in cable manufacturing and has a net worth of almost a hundred million dollars." "Wow, you're all so well-achieved for your age." Wilbur smiled politely. Whitney's tone turned cold at once. "Why don't you tell us what you do, Wilbur? I heard you don't even have a job, do you?"