Dr Jennifer Ashton Net Worth Novels & Stories

Once we've drained the company, we can find someone to sell it. "Including the funds from the projects, it's more than enough to last centuries. By then, we'll become the wealthiest individuals in the world. As for Victoria—" At the thought of all that money, Ashton burst into laughter. He licked his lips greedily and said in a perverted manner, "We'll go with whatever you say. I'll compile all the videos of her and me in bed. Then, I'll send them to you. How does that sound?" Ever since Ashton found out Victoria hadn't died, a thousand and one methods of tormenting her filled his mind.

"Did I really talk to Miya Ashton?" "Yes," Miya replied briefly. "I'm the bailiff from the NorthDerm court. I just wanted to let you know that the Ashton family's assets are being auctioned off. Based on what I told you earlier, Mr. Michael Ashton still has about 200 million dollars left on his 900-million-dollar debt. All of it is now yours, Ms. Ashton." "Huh?" Miya slammed her hand down on the table. "I mean, come on! I've never had that much money at my disposal!"

At dinner, she clung to Ashton, and after eating, she snuggled into her embrace. Every now and then, she'd pop up and say, "Ashton, you're so beautiful!" Eventually, Janna thought it was enough and couldn't help but ask, "Ashton, do you have something on me that I love dearly? Name your price!" Ashton looked at Janna and held up three fingers. "Three hundred million dollars." "Three hundred million?" Janna scoffed, "I might as well spend three to five million on hiring some hitmen from the black market to silence you, divide the leftover money between Charles and Chicago!"

I followed the trail of her finger and felt my breath hitched in my throat for a few seconds as I quickly read that particular line. Tristan. A. Richardson's net worth from what we can be able to put our hands on is:$150 billion dollars. I gulped after staring at it for a few more seconds, this man is hella rich, so rich, too fucking rich, what the fuck? "Oh my gosh, Snow has hit a money bag!!!!!" Christie cried out with so much enthusiasm tingling her voice as she bounced on her knees on the bed beside me. I rolled my eyes as I scrolled down to where there was more pictures of him everywhere. Of course Christie was going to say that, she didn't know about the whole mortification scene that

"But I wasn't wrong." The photo showed Jennifer at a gala. Red dress. Champagne glass. Smiling. Next to her was a man in a suit. Older. Distinguished. "Who is that?" Leighton asked. "Robert Hastings." Chloe zoomed in. "CEO of Hastings Medical. This was taken six months before the FDA announcement. The one Noah supposedly got insider information about." Leighton's heart started beating faster. "She knew him." "She knew everyone." Chloe swiped to the next photo. Jennifer with another man. Then another. All at different events. All wealthy. All connected. "She's not just some investor who got lucky. She's a hunter. She finds powerful men. Gets close to them. Uses them."

Jennifer objected. Everyone's eyes focused on her. Then it dawned on them that what Jennifer said made sense. She doesn't look rich, so how could she raise that much? Who paid that amount when not even Charles Chamberlain could match it?Everyone was in uproar. They wanted to know who was the person backing Christina.

Kevin saw them, then slowly asked Jenny "How much money did Rohan Radha offer you earlier?" Jenny stopped dancing and looked at him "25 crores(more than 3 millions$)." Hearing her answer, both Kevin and Sohu's eyes and mouth were open wide. Sohu also stopped dancing, then sat on the bed beside Kevin. Kevin took a deep breath to calm himself, then told her "You know, he has offered you more than the market price and no one is going to give you 100 crores, then why are you insisting so much?" Jenny sat on the chair near his bed, she looked at them both and chuckled "It is my dream to become a billionaire, but I also know that the value of my property is not so much that someone will give me 10

The anchor’s voice continued: “Sources confirm the woman is Kira Ashford, daughter of business mogul Richard Ashford and heiress to the Ashford International empire, estimated at over three billion dollars. Ms. Ashford disappeared from public life nine years ago and has not been seen until today…” The screen showed more footage. Twelve black SUVs. Security. Paparazzi. The Ashford Estate gates. Catherine’s glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. Adrian couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. His “nobody” wife was a billionaire.

The good, the bad, and the complicated. Before anyone could respond, the doorbell rang. Damien glanced at his phone. That's my attorney. I asked her to come prepared with options. The woman who entered was formidable–mid-fifties, perfectly tailored suit, eyes that missed nothing. She carried a leather briefcase and exuded the kind of confidence that came from winning battles others thought were unwinnable. "Jennifer Ashford," she said, shaking my hand firmly. "You must be Elena. I've heard a lot about you."

Christina sympathized. The total losses exceeded ten million dollars, and while that was not much for the Bridgefields' Stevens family, Aspen had not brought unlimited funds to Jayrodale. She had arrived with 12 million, already investing ten million in Atlas' Northern District operation. Between networking expenses and losses to Andrew, Aspen was practically broke. "Soon, Atlas will hand me control of Jayrodale's entire underground scene," Aspen declared. "Then I'll make back hundreds of millions." She lifted her chin with her characteristic arrogant smile. While she admitted Andrew had dealt her a serious blow, her foundation remained rock solid—Atlas' Northern District would give her a pe