Crystal Waters Net Worth Novels & Stories

"I haven't... which is why I'm making this deal with you. Because I need it... Give me money, and I'll keep my mouth shut." Crystal glared at her. "Don't get mad. It's a win-win situation for both of us. It'll not harm you if you give me some money." "How much do you want?" "Ten million." "What? Are you insane?" "No... you will get much more than this. Certainly, Mr. Blake's net worth is much higher than this. You can easily afford it." "I can't arrange all of the money at once." "It's okay. You can give me in installments."

"Krystal is draining money from my company. She worked with someone more intelligent than her to trap me in debt and make me owe your company money constantly. They were very cunning. I never had enough time to investigate the weirdness going on for five years because Krystal always put all kinds of work on me. While I also had to work on managing my own company. Recently, I've found out who the traitor is, and I've thrown that person away from me. That's why Krystal is confused. She must need a lot of money to pay for her lavish lifestyle, as well as her fun with men. Where will she get the money if not from your company?" I explained at length. Krystal's face immediately paled at my explan

"Let's just say I am accompanying the big boss to his casino." Crystal did not respond when a bartender came in, about to pour whiskey into her glass — which the man finally did. This was the last one. She made a promise in her heart when the rim of the glass touched her lips. "Looks like your big boss is very, very rich," she muttered, after taking a sip of her whiskey. "With his underground business, yes, he is very, very rich." "Oh, yeah? How rich?" She shook her glass in front of the man's face, smiling confidently "But I am sure I can pay you more."

Fishes in hues of orange, blue, and silver swam above and around them, and Crystal paused, turning to him with a childlike gleam in her eyes. “I never knew my husband was a billionaire,” she teased, nudging his side playfully. “I mean… the recognition everywhere. The hotel, the events, even the restaurant waiter today knew your name. Adrian … you didn’t tell me you were royalty in disguise.” Adrian chuckled, his arm slipping gently around her shoulders. “It’s just a bunch of properties and assets,” he said modestly, his voice low and velvety. “All being preserved for someone special—” he turned slightly, placing his palm over her belly, “—for the child who saved my soul.”

Regardless of what she or her agency had planned to say, everyone was sure about one thing: Crystal James has reached the end of her career. The scandal in question was a number of nude photos released online via a gossip website with the headline: “The Promiscuous Crystal James: The Truth Behind Her Rise to Stardom”, which revealed that the celebrity allegedly performed sexual favors in exchange for better roles and other opportunities. Upstairs in one of Azure Entertainment’s many makeup rooms, Crystal sat calmly as her makeup artist prepared her for the press conference. Her calm and stoic expression hid the turbulent storm in her heart. “Nervous?” A rich voice emerged from behind her.

someone else breathed. Crystal reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped onto the marble floor. For the next hour, Crystal was swept up in a whirlwind of introductions. She met a princess from Monaco, who complimented her dress and asked for her card. She met a tech billionaire from Silicon Valley, who offered to invest in her next collection. She met a Hollywood actress, a European count, a Middle Eastern sheikh. Everywhere she turned, people wanted to know her. To be seen with her.

He asked again, "How much? Don't make me repeat myself." When he didn't smile, the authority in his voice made Crystal tremble involuntarily. "7,000,000 dollars," she stammered. Tim let out a low chuckle, but his eyes were cold and calculating. "I see. I'm worth that much to you. Honestly, I thought he'd only offered a few hundred thousand for you to sell me out."

The lawyer pushed up his glasses and looked at Krystal, subtly saying, "Over a million dollars." Charlotte was shocked. If it were just a few thousand, she could have used Griffith's card to cover it, but with such a large amount, it was impossible to explain. Krystal remained silent for a long time, then suddenly said, "I'll go home and steal the property deed."

Even the smallest, most basic crystal had a price tag that made my heart sink. "This little one here is our most affordable option," she said, pointing to a crystal about the size of my thumb. "Two thousand dollars." Two thousand dollars. I felt my dreams crashing down around me. "I... I don't have that much." "I'm sorry, dear. Light crystals are rare and expensive to harvest. There's really no such thing as a cheap one." Of course there isn't. I stood there staring at the crystal, feeling completely defeated. All of Cayden's training, all my work on the weapon, all my determination – it was all useless without this one crucial component.

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.