Crystal Waters Net Worth Novels & Stories

That's why I had to be the one to do this: 'Where was she right now? Undoubtedly still in bed, the brat', Crystal was extremely lazy and avoided work at all costs while also keeping her standards high. Well, at least she was beautiful; she didn't have to work; rather, all she had to do was feed off some rich guy. Unlike that useless girl rotting in prison, selling her body so she could lay for her father's health. There was certainly a lot that needed taking care of; the water bill would soon be due, and with the light, the heater got turned off weeks ago.

Mama nodded one after the other. "Thanks for this, sister! I can use something for my school works!" Crystal said happily and I just put my hands on both of my cheeks. "When did you buy it?" I asked them excitedly. "Just yesterday, honey. I didn't expect that these are quite expensive?" mom answered and asked. "Yes. The minimum for those is thirty thousand," "I saw it yesterday too," "But, how much did you get that?" I asked them. "We got this for forty-five thousand pesos, hon! Your sister is asking too much." Mom even jokingly slapped Crystal so we just laughed.

Crystal explained in detail. "Crystal, I'm being serious. Can't you at least lend me anything?" I asked her. "I'm serious here, I don't have any penny. I haven't made any sales on my drugs for a while now. I swear" "Crystal?" "Uhmm…. Leila, I have to go now. Duty calls. See you tonight. Put on your best and create a show. I'm sure you'll get the money. Bye"

Clinging to Howard's arm, Crystal screeched, "You crazy man! How dare you hit Howie? Do you have any idea who he is…" But her voice faltered mid-sentence, her jaw dropping. "Is that the Pink Star diamond? And that's the Rockefeller emerald. Oh my god, a Chrysoberyl cat's eye! And that's a Padparadscha sapphire… Howie, buy me any one of them and I'll be happy…" Howard, still dazed, tried to stand but was forced back down by a bodyguard. "Shut up!" he snapped. He looked as if he wanted to tear Crystal's mouth off. Given his current financial situation, those stones were worth far more than everything he owned combined.

How come he has the gall to do whatever he wants that he knows he won't appreciate if was done to him? As the question grows, Krystal is getting pissed off as time goes by. It's so frustrating, now that she'd thought of it. An idea enters Krystal's mind. And if she's going to work with this man, it's only appropriate to know who is Christian Giannini, right? And even if she won't take his deal and offer of commission, it's basic and normal to check up on her possible future client's background, right? Pulling her laptop near her with much difficulty because she refuse to stand up because hey, she is allowed to be lazy sometimes, okay? And scrambles to open the laptop. She's almost lying on h

“I see you're selling the bar… so for how much?” The manager's jaw dropped and he looked at the bartenders behind the counter. “Who do you think you are?” “Gray Thompson, C.E.O. of Crystal Water Brewery, and creator of the alcoholic drink called Novacaine. So I repeat, ``How much for this bar?” “980,000. Dollars.” “What? But you told the last man 400,000.” The bartender called him out. “Shut up and go back to work!” “I’ll give you a million dollars to sign the store over right now and never set foot back in the building again.”

“Ruin my future? Let me be honest with you, my future is already gone! I fought and struggled for my business for 10 years, and just as I’ve gotten some achievements, the Darby clan kicked me out of the company!” “What… What did you say?” Lily was shocked. “They chased you out of the company? Didn’t you sell your company to buy me The Worship of Crystal?” “Hahaha!” Ashton laughed and slowly stood up from the bed. “You believed that crap I said? I have a total of 30 million bucks, do you think I’ll use 30 million bucks just to get you a pair of heels? You must be crazy!”

She still had enough time to refresh her body in a warm bathroom that fit the cold weather today, before heading to her new workplace. Today is her first day within the Al Matthew Industrial Group. This giant group whose branches are all over Europe. She was finally able to be one of them. After two years of hard work, she has obtained certificates of experience that qualify her to reach that group. She has the job of special secretary to the group's chief executive Adam Matthew. The single billionaire, as the newspapers call him, is, despite skipping 30 years, and with so many rumors haunting him about his multiple women's relationships and being a first-class female visitor.

Krystal was ecstatic because she had finally managed to collect the crystals needed to level up her mall to 2. It didn’t seem to be much for those that may hear it but for her it was a great deal. That was twenty million Edji dollars and it was a huge amount that someone of her age will not be able to gather in just a few weeks.

Even the ocean seemed to hold its breath as the implications of her words sank in. Richard's face went through a series of expressions—shock, disbelief, and finally a cold calculation that Jake recognised from his own father's business dealings. "Six billion? That's impossible. Your trust fund doesn't mature until—" "My trust fund has nothing to do with it," Amity interrupted, her voice steady as steel. "Did you really think I've been playing small venues and cruise ships for the past two years just for fun? The Crystal Voice patents alone are worth three billion. Then there's the recording studio I own in London, the music education foundation, the tech company developing acoustic innovatio