Novel & Cerita Carmen Pritchett Net Worth

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.

She wouldn't even let me into her estate not to talk of her mansion or office building and I wasn't going to risk letting her know that I had kept the child instead of getting rid of it like she had ordered. I had really struggled to make ends meet until three years ago when I applied to the company and got hired as a secretary. Four months ago, I got promoted to executive secretary and now I work directly with the CEO himself, Salvador Prichett who is one of the youngest successful billionaires in the country.

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?"

Barbara and Britney were both honest women and never wanted to put their hopes on someone else. However, Mr. Thomas was different. He didn’t even need to think to know that Mr. Thomas was going to ask him to invest in his company. “Peter… I heard that you’ve earned quite a lot all these years. You have quite a few assets out there?” “They aren’t worth much,” Peter said softly. “You’re being so humble! The houses overseas are worth a lot, not to mention that they’re mansions! Britney told me you sold all your houses and bagged around 15 million dollars?”

Carmen went sprawling on the ground, looking pathetic. Mocking voices followed quickly. “Well, well. Where do you think you’re going, Carmen?” “Didn’t you just say the Riley heiress was cheap and vain, wearing knockoffs and fake bags? Why so quiet now?” “Yeah, we all heard you humiliate her just now. Don’t you think you owe her a public apology?” “Guess it’s karma. Bet you never imagined that ‘cheap girl’ was actually Charlotte Riley, the heiress of Jersey City’s richest family. What happened, Carmen? All out of insults now?”

“Rule five: As Mrs Carter, you are entitled to $1,000,000 on a monthly basis, that'll take care of your personal needs and expenses excluding your dress, hairdo, and accessories for every event. Feel free to let me know if you need…” “Bullshit!” She swore loudly, rage coursing through her blood. “Like I'm interested in his goddamn money. Who does he even think he is?” Gina’s voice trembled as she spoke, her face was twisted in fury with anger lacing every word she let out. She was going to burst into tears in a few minutes. “What have I actually gotten myself into?” She lifted her hand to wipe the hot tears that had begun to roll down her cheeks.