Dr Jennifer Ashton Net Worth Novels & Stories

“They’re comparing you to a comeback mistress,”her assistant said, phone shaking slightly as she scrolled. “Ashley, this is bad. This is really bad.” “Read it again,”Ashley said, voice controlled but sharp, eyes fixed on the screen in her own hand. “Read the exact wording.” Her assistant swallowed. “Rising designer Ashley Larsen allegedly rekindles ties with disgraced billionaire Duke Austen, raising questions about how independent her success truly is.” Ashley let out a breath that sounded calm but was anything but. “They didn’t say allegedly about his bankruptcy. Funny how that works.”

I sit cross legged on the floor opposite Nora with my own laptop and we work in parallel, two women pulling threads while the men eat sandwiches and try to be helpful without getting in the way. "Claire Ashworth's bankruptcy filing lists her total assets at eleven thousand," Nora says. "Her legal bills from the Rhys litigation alone were four hundred thousand. Someone absorbed that debt." "Vivienne?" I ask. "Vivienne does not have that kind of money independently," Rhys says from the couch. "Her income is from the gallery. Comfortable but not four hundred thousand comfortable." "So who does?" I ask. "Old money," Joel says through a sandwich. "Has to be family."

"Three years ago. At a charity gala. He approached me. Said he'd been watching me all evening." "Did that concern you?" "No. I thought it was flattering. I didn't know he'd been literally watching me. Tracking me. For over a year." Jennifer pulled up surveillance photos. Flynn's private investigators had taken them. Me at the gym. At coffee shops. Walking to work. "He stalked you?" "Yes. He knew I was Alessandra Ashford. The missing heiress. He targeted me deliberately." "For what purpose?" "Money. My trust fund is worth forty-seven million dollars. He married me to access it."

"Mrs. Ashford, did you marry for the money after all?" They held firm. Denied everything. They pledged to fully cooperate with any investigation. But the damage was done. By morning, the Ashford Collection's stock had dropped fifteen percent. Three board members had called for Dominic's resignation. Investors were pulling back from the Detroit project. And Richard was still giving interviews, each one more damning than the last. "I have bank records," he told Fox Business. "Proof of transfers. My son has been living beyond even his means. And Elena—she came from nothing. Suddenly she has billions. You really think none of that money came from the company coffers?"

Darren said impatiently. He then put two cards in front of him. "There's three hundred million here in total. It'll help you out for now. I've asked my men to think of solutions for you." "I don't want your money." "Ashton Yale, are you mad or something? Why are you saying these useless things to me at such a time?" "I said I don't want it." Ashton became frustrated. He got up and walked to the window with his back facing Darren. Darren was agitated.

"Is that recording of you calling me 'just business' real?" "I never said that. I swear on everything I am, I never said those words." "Then how?" Jennifer's phone rang. She answered, listened, and her face went pale. "When? Are you certain?" She hung up and turned to us. "We have a bigger problem. Victoria James Ashford just held a press conference. She's claiming Alexander physically assaulted her during their relationship and that she has medical records to prove it. She's filing a restraining order and pressing criminal charges."

She heard it Sneeze. "Y-yes.. at my house." She stuttered. She glared at it. "Thanks! For keeping Alysia in your house." Smiling gratefully to him. "Your welcome." Her plastic smile at the man. "Uhm, I'm just at the library?" Benedick said goodbye to him. Benedick knew the young woman Catherine Ashton and her family, "the great famous and number one Billionaire of Asia they often rival Don Henry in the business world because of its excellence. The Ashton Families are unlikely to be known around the world.

Justin said as his eyes twinkled at me. “Another client?” I made an educated guess. “A very big and wealthy fish,” Justin said proudly. “You know, I had a hard time believing it at first that I’ll be getting clients. I guess you’re really a pro at what you do…” I complimented him honestly. “That’s why I’m in this business, you know…give me some credit,” Justin replied before winking at me. “So, who is it?” I asked, getting straight to the point. “You’re not going to believe it. Adrian Amsworth, heir to the Amsworth healthcare empire!” Justin announced proudly as he threw his arms up in the air.

SERAPHINE MARIE ASHTON Age: 28Birthplace: Medford, OregonFamily: Parents Richard and Catherine Ashton (bookstore owners), brother James Ashton (high school English teacher)Education: One year at UCLA (Theatre Arts major, dropped out to pursue acting)Career Highlights: Academy Award winner (Best Actress, Breaking Dawn), two additional nominations, known for choosing dramatic roles over commercial blockbustersEstimated Net Worth: $45 millionResidence: Malibu beach house (purchased 2022), maintained apartment in New YorkKnown Associates: Maya Rodriguez (manager/best friend), Chloe Park (actress/friend), various industry contacts The file continued for another forty-seven pages, detailing every

Mrs Helda was silent for a few moments, his words stuck in his throat. Jennifer looks at Kadek with concern and impatience. "150k dollars, honey." "WHAT?!" Jennifer eyes widen. Her heart almost jumped from its place hearing the nominal amount of money that was very, very fantastic. "MOM AREN'T YOU JOKING, ARE YOU?! CRAZY! THAT'S A LOT!"