Damon Dash Net Worth 2003 Novels & Stories

I hissed at him, gritting my teeth. "Three million!" Damien barked, his voice rose. I turned around. Even from a distance, I could feel his rage. He had completely lost his professional composure. “3.5 million.” Abraham wouldn't stop either. The battle is now only between Damien and Abraham. Others had accepted defeat long ago, now enjoying the fun. Damn! What's wrong with this guy? Is he really doing this? I mean, if you want to do charity, just donate like normal people, right?

“Because you stole from him. Did you honestly believe he would just hand over fifty million and let you walk away?” “Damon will,” Daniel chokes out, his hands trembling, his grip tightening around the phone. “Damon called me. He offered double. One hundred million dollars, Jade. Clean passports. A helicopter. A secured wire transfer to an offshore account. Zayn ruined him. He forced Damon into hiding after taking the Chairman seat. And now Damon hates him more than he did before. He wants to destroy him. And he will.” My heart hits a wall, a sudden, cold dread pooling in my stomach.

This was a subsidiary of the Parker family, with Damon as the CEO. He invited me to join him in building a career. He said ballet had no future, and he hoped I could become his right hand in his business ventures, rather than just a pretty actress. I believed his words. I convinced myself to become someone better, someone worthy of him, rather than just a beautiful ornament. I vividly remembered that years ago, right by this fountain, Damon had kneeled and promised me that within three years, he would achieve a threefold increase in the family's worth given to him by the elders.

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.

"If there was profit to be earned every year, why is Dash reluctant to invest in this collaboration?" Just as Natalie was about to explain that Dash had insufficient funds, Jacob's cold laugh cut her off. "You don't even know how much Dash has in assets." Natalie fell quiet. Dash's assets were more than what met the eye. If it was really a risk-free contract, why would Dash let him profit instead? In their last collaboration, Dash had ended up despising Ford Corporation, so why would he give up the benefits to him? It was simply ridiculous. Natalie was completely silent. She was afraid that she'd say more embarrassing things, so she simply left the CEO's office dumbly.

Doesn't say anything. More silence. Then Damon: “A was in an accident?!” Ava confirms it. Just days before she ran. My stomach drops. "I was plugged into machines, and you just… left?" I cry. "I'm sorry. I was scared." “It's always about money with you,” Damon says on the tape. Then, a number: 5.5 million dollars. "You lost five-point-five million dollars trying to double it?!" Ava nods. "I was stupid."

I pulled up my phone and went through the internet, I had typed the club’s name there and it was mentioned, rated five stars and one of the biggest and most expensive clubs in the city but no where did the owner was mentioned. “Damian— Gray.” I said as I punched the name in the search bar and there he was, my phone screen was filled with his picture and I couldn’t help but trace my fingers through my phone. He looked absolutely stunning and as usual he was on one of his gorgeous suits. I saw his net worth and my jaw dropped, I knew he’d be rich but I wasn’t expecting him to be as rich as that. I dropped my phone back as I sighed, I needed to rest. I made my way to the bathroom and I let out

Damon burst in, his face pale and his eyes bloodshot. “Lydia! What are you doing here?” “Alpha Damon!” Lydia cried, running to him. “She wants you to pay her three hundred million!” Damon froze and looked at me. “Elysia…” “She’s the one who started this,” I said calmly. “If we’re settling accounts, let’s be clear.” Damon looked at my list, and his face fell even further. He knew those numbers were real. “I…” he gritted his teeth. “I’ll pay.”

Would he not be making a fool of himself then? "You didn't know that Eevonne has a husband or did Eevonne not tell you?" Kingston asked sarcastically. Dash was speechless. To be honest, Eevonne had told him and she repeatedly emphasized to him that she would not pester him anymore and she already has a boyfriend and was going to be married soon. However, he did not believe her. In Dash's mind, he had always felt confident. He was already very outstanding himself. He was so outstanding that his annual salary was about ten million dollars and his girlfriend was from an eminent family in South City. How many outstanding men like him were there in the entire country? It was truly a huge bargain

Though, this certainly didn't help the urge to take a nearby chair and chuck it at his head for his demeaning words. “How much?” Cara asked, her voice steady. Damien’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Excuse me?” “How much will you pay me?” she repeated. For the first time, he looked slightly surprised. Then he leaned back in his chair, studying her. “You don’t waste time, do you?” Cara forced herself to hold his gaze. “If I’m going to do this, I need to know what I’ll get.” He smirked. “You’re bolder than you look. Fine. Thirty million dollars.”