Crystal Reed Net Worth Novels & Stories

Nothing about him is cool. "What kind of business do you do?" I asked, curious. "What kept you comfortable enough to think you could come back here and play King?" "My dad had some savings left," he stated proudly. "With those savings, I opened a multi-million dollar water company. Not to brag, but the brand in your hand? Crystal Wells? I invented it. It’s the highest-selling bottled water in Europe." I looked down at the bottle I was holding. Crystal Wells. I looked over at Atlas, who looked equally skeptical.

Crystal hands it back over to Jason. “I don’t use it, but I have a PHD in Thermal Dynamics,” Jason tells me. “Crystal also helped me finish my MBA. I use it a little.” “He sold a patent for a device that sped up the processing at power plants. He took that money and invested wisely. He is comfortable but not super rich,” Crystal explains. “I figured my brother was taking all the money. Let him have it,” Jason jokes. Jared rolls his eyes. “There is plenty to go around.”

"He’s brilliant, he’s wealthy, and he wants to take care of us. No more struggling for roles to pay the rent. No more debt." The name Reed hit me like a physical blow. My fork clattered against the table. "Reed?" I whispered. "As in... Reed Technologies?" "Yes! He’s a visionary. And Scarlett, he has a son your age. He said you two might even know each other from school."

Everything she had clawed for was slipping away. Candace ran over. "Don't cry, Lexi! He’s just confused. He still has some lingering scent of that gold-digger on him. I’ll handle her. I’ll make sure she stays out of your sight—and Cameron’s—for good!" On the drive back to the Estates, I took off the necklace. "Ryder, this is too much. Twelve million? I can't keep this." "It’s just a trinket, Sierra. That actor’s estate is drowning in silver. If anyone asks, we’ll say it was a charitable donation in his name."

Seeing this, Crystal smiled and said, "I like your straightforwardness." She picked up her bag and pulled out a check. "Here's $500,000. If you can arrange a meeting with Gabriel Robinson for me, it's yours. If you can get me a collaboration with Cosmos Holdings Group, I'll give you another $1,000,000." In total, that's $1,500,000. Fiona’s eyes lit up, and she sat up straight. "Are you serious?"

"That eight million will do." "I don't have eight hundred, but if you need it, I can offer a maximum of two million," Sienna revealed her bottom line directly. "You didn't have anything to say to Peter." "Peter? Can I count on you? Do you perhaps not know about the Reed family's situation? Do you think the Reed family is foolish? They all have family funds, and each person in the Reed family receives a monthly allowance of fifty thousand dollars, okay? Peter is the same, and I am the same. We both only have a hundred thousand dollars per month. You come and ask for ten million dollars right away, where am I supposed to get ten million dollars for you?"

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.]

And nothing else. He'd looked it up on the way to the subway, and spent the ride reading. There was a lot to read. Alexander Reed, thirty-four years old, self-made – that was the first adjective each article used, self-made, as if it was somehow crucial you grasp the framework was his alone. CEO of Reed Capital since he was twenty-nine years old. Son of Gerald Reed, who'd run his own company into the ground through a series of poor business decisions and worse moral ones, all of which were dutifully reported in a way that suggested it was something they'd all agreed was relevant information. Photos included – same one in each article – dark suit, grey eyes, the look of a man who knew the cam

Her trick didn’t work on Crystal, though, whose eyes remained fixed on her face. Serenity sighed when she realized that her trick hadn’t worked. She frowned, lowered her head, and whispered, “I’m sorry, Crystal. You are right. I misspoke. I must admit that I am very impressed with the way you handled things, and who would have guessed that you have access to over three hundred million dollars. You are a rich woman. What are you going to buy? Are you still looking for pendants?” “I have no idea,” Crystal admitted. “I didn’t even know that I had that much money available until I pulled up the account balance. Talk about good timing!”

" Crimson said, tears were rolling down her cheeks. A few days ago when Kevin had told her Kristen would he removed from the group she somehow felt sad for her and knew Kevin won't change his mind no matter what she says or does, except of course if she agrees to leave the group. As expected Kevin was utterly delighted when she said she would leave the group if he would allow Kristen to stay. Where to next Crimson? Well she had discussed with Kevin and had decided on managing her career by herself although it will be hard, so she has decided to open up a small agency for herself and employ workers to help manage her career for her, her working for STARLET had gained her quiet a fortune and h