Dixie Carter Net Worth Novels & Stories

His remaining net worth was now hovering right around two thousand dollars—money he had carefully saved from his presentation earnings at the Valeigh Summit. Ethan had no idea that Damien had seen the entire notification. Damien hadn't meant to pry, but because he was significantly taller, his gaze had naturally drifted down to the bright screen in Ethan’s hand. The numbers made Damien's brows furrow in deep concern. To a billionaire, two thousand dollars seemed like a desperately small amount of money. He genuinely didn't understand how Ethan was surviving on such a tiny balance, and he immediately made a mental note to set up a massive monthly allowance for the younger man as soon as possi

As part of establishing good relations, the Carter family gave a position to Merry. From the start, Merry's reason for occupying the position was clear, namely to win the heart of J. Carter. Marriage to J. Carter certainly brought business benefits to the Smith family. On the one hand, J. Carter was a handsome billionaire who was an expert in controlling companies through his position as CEO of Graham Corporation in the holding company.

He had stood and yelled that he would pay eighty thousand dollars. Damien Miles leaned over and whispered something to his wife. She smiled and patted his hand and whispered something back. He wasn’t going any higher. “Eighty thousand going once . . . going twice,” the auctioneer said as he looked in Carter’s direction. Carter didn’t move. He wasn’t going to pay the price either. Alec wondered who he was trying to get it for. He had two female cousins and several girlfriends in Jersey and New York. Surely, he wasn’t crazy enough to buy it and give it her.

Moments later, Scarlett Hayes sent a gloating message: "Vivian Carter, you saw it too. Dominic doesn't care about you at all, so stop wasting your energy on him. The only one who will end up as Mrs. Blackwood is me. If you’re smart, you’ll do as I say. If I’m happy, I might even give you a little discount on my affection." I tugged at the corners of my mouth. She certainly wouldn’t miss a chance to stab someone in the back. Too bad for her, I didn’t care anymore; her words couldn’t hurt me at all. Soon, my phone buzzed with a notification, clearly a transfer from her—one million dollars. Lia kelvin glanced over and couldn't help but tease, "Boss Carter is doing quite well, raking in millions

Robin knew she had to say something, at least just anything to ease the tension, "Mr. Dexter. You out of all people should know, you have the highest net-worth out of all of us here." "And she?" His eyes tilted over to Zoey, his voice draping with humour, the insulting kind of humor. "She's a Hart, absolutely, she has the highest net-worth here, even more than me." Zoey's eyes flushed red, and dark blue eyes shined with embarrassment, what in the hell was he doing? He was ruining her life right in front of her. "I don't care." Miss. Robin's eyes shot up in anger, and she stood up. "You are going to lecture her on how it goes, whether you like it or not, Mr. Dexter."

“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?”

he asked, with a quizzical look darted at Trixie. Trixie seemed to be surprised by his query that she looked at him with a furrowed forehead. “Why are you asking, Mr. Dixon?” she retorted with still creases on her forehead. “Well, I am just curious. You know, Daffodil is a very good friend of mine and in case you did not know it yet, Daff is a sole heir to a billionaire couple in Los Angeles, and her family and our family are business partners in some businesses.” He smiled at her with pride. He wanted to determine if Lexus is not only after the wealth of Daffodil.

“It’s been a peaceful for so many days, Miss Tina, should not you keep your promise?” I took a deep breath, attempting to sound composed. “Tell me, what you want?” “Considering Grace’s worth, $200 million isn’t too much?” He asked. “$200 million.” I was completely stunned. “Why don’t you just rob a bank? Isn’t that excessive?” I retorted. “Miss Tina, you are about to become Mrs Carter. Asking for anything less couldn’t reflect your noble status.” he responded, his stone growing lower. “According to the Carter family’s wealth, $200 million isn’t just a drop in the ocean.”

Alexandra, too, was staring at Zayn in surprise. She came from an affluent family and had several sports cars sitting at home, but 15 million dollars was not a paltry sum to her. The amount would probably come slightly easier from someone of her father’s level. How old was Zayn? He was about her age, she guessed—and he could produce 15 million dollars to invest in a company? The point was that everyone was calling him poor and saying that he had no respect among the Carters because he married into the family. How could he have 15 million dollars?

The article was older—maybe seven, eight years ago. Carter Vale, son of Adrian and Elizabeth Vale, had apparently built his law firm up with his own money. Scholarships. Internships. Work nobody expected from the cold, rich heir. By the time he was in his twenties, he’d won impossible cases and poured his winnings into his own firm. Rumors swirled that he also owned a tech company. Apps. Games. Cutting-edge software. Worth hundreds of millions of dollars. I sat back, stunned. Mortified didn’t even begin to cover it.