Novel & Cerita Davido Parents Net Worth

Dad said with a condescending expression. Yeah, here we go. Position, power, and wealth really did put him above the clouds. My father was so arrogant about his achievements as a general and his vast wealth. Old money like him should be humble, but he was the opposite. “We're just dating, so I don't really know how many businesses he has. All I know is that he owns an IT company called Pequira, which is listed as a Unicorn company and will soon rise to Decacorn status. I think you understand my explanation and can figure out how many billion dollars he earns every month. That's just one company, while he has various business octopuses that I don't know where they are. You can ask Leopold you

Steve replied. "Hahaha taking advantage of someone's poverty, it's fun." "How is your daughter? Is she well?" David leaned back on the chair he was sitting in and casually lit up the new cigar held by Don. "Her dad already has two jobs." David blew on his cigar, right in Steve's face. "But she still works in that small supermarket." "Is the money I gave still not enough? So you can't afford to support your only daughter?" David looked down at Steve. David knew Steve was currently holding back his anger. David could see the sharp eyes Steve directed at him. But playing with Steve's emotions is fun for David.

Tokunbo answered with a big smile. "David is really a good man. He will make you forget that douchebag in no time" Bibiana teased. "I already almost forgot him after last night" All the girls couldn't help but laugh. "Can I see his picture?" Danielle is very curious now. "By the way he said he knows you Dee but you are not that close" Tokunbo opened her phone and showed Dee some of the selfies they snapped the night before. "Yes, I know him. David Momoh. His dad is into godfatherism now"

This man just carried all this beauty. His smooth caramel skin was glowing, no blemishes could be seen, his sharp nose bridged a symmetrical face, completed by lush lips and a well defined square chin. I recognised him immediately, David Okorie, first son of one of the most richest mogul in Nigeria, Chris Okorie. Money changes people a lot.

Even I could tell she didn’t really care for the marriage, like my son. David was marrying her for one thing. It was to unlock his inheritance from Sergio—my father’s will, which stated that every male that got married was liable to some stocks and millions of dollars to start a family. He could fool everybody with that love shit, but definitely not me. The thing here was that David has never been capable of handling funds like that. I would not stand by and watch him squander any more millions from the business. “You will not. And I can make sure of it.” I turned back to assess her, and before I could stop myself, I added, “Marry me instead.”

one of the men said mockingly. Steffano didn’t respond. He just stared at the man with piercings on his nose and lips. “Of course, bro. I heard he got adopted by some rich businessman. Naturally, he’s rich now! So, drinks are on you tonight, Vale?” another one added arrogantly. “He’s not Vale anymore, Ali—he’s Davidson now. Filthy rich. Where can I find a rich family to adopt me too? My parents don’t even want to fund my business anymore,” another man said.

All I can think about is him. Damien Cross. My boss I pull up a browser and type his name into the search bar. The results are overwhelming. Damien Cross, CEO of Cross Enterprises. 34 years old. Estimated net worth: $15 billion. Self-made, apparently... no family money, no silver spoon. Built his empire from nothing. There are photos. Professional ones from business magazines and newspapers. There are pictures of Dante in a tux at charity galas, of him cutting ribbons at building openings, and of him shaking hands with politicians and celebrities and other billionaires.

“Very secure, private beach, a helicopter pad for fast travel. Far enough from the city for privacy, close enough for business when needed." “Helicopter pad?” Sophia repeated, shocked. Ethan grinned. “Just wait until you see the recording studio. I had it built hoping one day I’d have family to share it with.” Sophia shook her head slightly, overwhelmed. “I don’t understand how you can afford all this. I mean, I know you said you’re successful, but…” “Dante Industries is worth about thirty billion dollars,” Alexander said calmly. “My personal net worth is around eight billion.” Sophia blinked. “Billion? With a B?”

“Yes, half the business. Half of his business, which is now basically defunct. It was worth about ten million when he died. I gave you that and much more. I work to make sure you have a comfortable life, while you galavant about, drinking and fornicating and doing God knows what else… and then you expect me to come after you with a broom and clean up your mess. “I am done.” I folded my arms across my chest and glared at my sister. “You’ve used it all, Angelica. My money, my goodwill, my patience, all of it. Everything you have is because of me. Even your husband’s standing is because of Dad. David is useless.” Then I dropped the bomb. “He’s running drugs now, did you know?” Her eyes widened

Davi’s father sent a photo of Davi from the magazine, followed by him saying that he should pay what his father had spent on him or he would slander him on the internet. He was asking for fifty million as payment and another fifty million as interest, saying he is the spouse of a rich alpha and a famous model now, so he can give him this much. If he can't, then aside from slandering him, he will tell the loanshark to ask for the payment directly from him.