Draco Rosa Net Worth の小説・ストーリー

The world remembered Dr. Rosa for saving lives. But the markets… whispered another name. Midas. The elusive prodigy who, before even graduating medical school in her first life, had flipped penny stocks into goldmines, collapsed bloated empires, and quietly built a digital fortress of wealth. Back then, she had used her gift to support Seth, believing love was a partnership of sacrifice. And it cost her everything. Now, in this second life, she had no intentions of making the same mistake.

“You need to survive long enough to ruin him. The words settled heavily inside me... ruined him. My gaze lingered on Draco’s face again despite myself. I remembered the exact way he looked beneath the flashing police lights outside the cathedral earlier. Completely calm and untouched, like death meant nothing to him. He was a monster but monsters still bled, didn’t they? Salvatore stepped toward the monitors and pressed several keys against the console. New files immediately appeared across the screens... financial records, political connections, surveillance reports, photographs of luxury estates and blood-covered crime scenes. Draco’s entire life laid open before me like pieces of a puzzle

"Unprofitable?" "Dragons are naturally acquisitive. We accumulate wealth, territory, and resources. It's genetic. Trying to do that while remaining hidden limits our potential significantly." Aria pulls out a tablet, showing charts and projections. "Drakon Industries controls approximately twelve trillion dollars in assets worldwide. Banks, corporations, and real estate. We've been hiding in plain sight through shell companies and proxies. But we're done hiding." Elena's mind reels. Twelve trillion dollars. That's more wealth than most nations.

If Magnolia was from this kind of family, how could she possibly know someone as wealthy as this? The other party simply drove two cars out and the cars were already worth one hundred million dollars. So, wouldn’t this person have a net worth of billions of dollars then? At this time, Draco’s father immediately had the intention to fawn over Charlie. So, he walked over to Charlie with a flattering smile on his face as he said, “Oh, sir, my name is Turk Scotson. I’m Draco’s father. I really did not expect you to come here to attend my son’s wedding today. Your presence really lights up this humble place.”

He asked. "Uh..." Draco went to another page. "Okay, we got a couple of millions from the hotel in Canada and Florida... the companies you set up in South America are doing quite well too, there is nothing amiss here." Draco finished. "This is still our regular annual revenue give or take, based on the current situation of the country." Mitch stood up and walked to the window. All the millions of dollars would not mean shit to him if anything happened to Anna. He gazed at the snow hailstorm blowing a few hundred feet above them on the mountain.

Jack rider I felt like an asshole after all that happened between Aurora and I. What happened between us was the most passionate and erotic thing that have ever happened in my life but now I ruined everything with my hurtful words but I still don't reject it. It's for her own good,she will thank me later. Draco said there was a business meeting between i and a very rich man whose name he didn't mention but he said it was a life changing deal of up to 10 million gold.

Draco along with Ferris walked to sitting area and smoked cigars. "So what do you do?" Draco asked initiating the conversation. "I have my own business. Own chains of Spark Hotel around the Europe and do have many other local businesses. Mainly I work with gold jewellery making. Have many gold store. It's with name 'Heirloom'." Ferris told him proudly. "That's quite impressive." Draco was really very much impressed. "What do you do?" Ferris questioned after giving an acknowledging nod. "I own a tech company, 'Alam' basically a computer scientist." Draco told him inhaling a deep breath of cigar.

He was only the assistant CEO of the Blackridge Maritime Group, a powerful position, yes, but one still bound by committees, approvals, and inherited authority. Franklin, on the other hand, was untouchable. CEO of the Roth Empire. CEO of Titan Capital Group. His word alone moved markets. Drake exhaled slowly, the fight draining out of him. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s do it differently.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “I’ll stay away from Cassie. Completely. But I keep my investment in CasRoe Wellness Center.” He lifted his chin. “In exchange, I’ll give you a five percent investment slot in Blackridge Capital Group. Valued at fifty billion.”

Drake. The same name Connor had mentioned two days ago when he'd brought up the partnership opportunity, the same Alexander Drake who'd offered fifty million in capital and access to his European network. I'd told Connor to dig deeper into Drake's background but hadn't heard any news yet, and now his foundation was potentially funding Adriana's education. Coincidence, probably, but I hadn't gotten where I was today by ignoring patterns. I opened a new tab and searched for Alexander Drake, found articles about his rapid rise in tech and his foundation's work sponsoring emerging talent across Europe. Everything looked legitimate on the surface, philanthropist billionaire investing in the next