Elizabeth Gillies Net Worth Novels & Stories

Pulling out her phone, and dialling the number. “Synthia. It’s Elizabeth Wellsong here.” “Elizabeth, this is an honour. What can I help you with?” The manager of her charities is nervous, why? “I’ve been keeping an eye on things, financially, for a while and I’ve noticed something I’d like to run by you and see if I’m just reading this wrong, or if there’s a good explanation for what I’m seeing.” The woman clears her throat,

Professional headshots from three years ago—Isabel Queens at a charity gala, Isabel Queens at a business conference, Isabel Queens shaking hands with some politician whose name I don't bother to read. I clicked on her Wikipedia page. Isabel Marie Queens, daughter of Richard Queens, heiress to Queens Enterprises. Born March 15, 1995. Educated at Yale, double major in Economics and Political Science. Former VP of Development at Queens Enterprises before her marriage to Leo Hunters. Net worth estimated at over two billion dollars before she walked away from it all. Two billion fucking dollars and she gave it up for him. I scroll frantically through article after article, absorbing every piece o

"Damn, her whole 'high-society heiress' persona was a lie! She's literally a bully behind closed doors." "Shit! Am I her next target? 'Cause I'm a total peasant too." "And to think she's been selling cosmetics day in and day out. I can't believe she's willing to 'throw away her pride' just to make money off poor people like us. It must be unbelievably hard for her." "I actually know the tea on this. Elizabeth Greenfield was a straight-A student from an underprivileged background whom the school recruited from another city. "They brought her in to boost the school's test scores and rankings. Louise is simply using her family's money and influence to bully whoever she wants."

She had no idea if he had moved or left out of anger. Whatever the case was, she won this time, and the limelight was on her. To Elizabeth, this was worth 10 million dollars!

"Not three million, not a penny!" Before Ezekiel could snap, Giselle jumped out of his arms and called upon the reporters to direct their cameras at me. She started, "I'm sure everyone has seen those videos about me online, but behind the scenes, she abused me while I was helpless in a vegetative state." She rolled up her dress to reveal her arms and legs, covered in bruises. "For our past friendship, I'm only asking for three million. Is that too much?" I watched their performance with cold detachment. "Don't even think about it. You're getting nothing."

After dinner, Gladys said, “Thea, don’t go to the company tomorrow. Your grandma is going to be celebrating her birthday. Let’s go to North Cansington.” Gladys felt ashamed whenever she went home because she married the useless Benjamin. The rumors about Thea made her even more embarrassed to raise her head in front of others. However, everything had passed. Now, she had 80 million dollars in assets and a large villa worth several hundred million. Additionally, she owned 50% of the Callahans’ shares, and Thea was the chairman of the Pacific Group and had 90% of the company shares. She could finally raise her head this time when she went back home.

"Not hard. Actually, I'm quite happy to be transferred here. The work is much easier, even though the salary is lower. It's around 15,000 dollars a month, about 200,000 dollars a year, which is enough for me to live on." Elizabeth looked at Charlotte and said, "I sold all the bags I bought before and made a little profit." Charlotte was feeling even worse, Elizabeth just loves buying bags. Before she got pregnant, she was making over 300,000 a year, a third of which went to food and housing, the rest was basically spent on buying bags and clothes. Before her mom passed away, she left Elizabeth some inheritance. Elizabeth took half of it to buy a bag and some clothes, and then went back to th

"His family is poor, so their living conditions aren't good. Despite this, reaching his current position at 35 shows he's made many sacrifices. It's already impressive that he's still alive. But how can he still manage to stay young and handsome?" The information displayed was full of contradictions. A viewer in the live chat asked, "Then why does he need to give her 30 thousand dollars each month?" Giselle capped the pen and replied nonchalantly, "The wool comes from the sheep, indicating that the value she brings to him far exceeds 30 thousand dollars." The live stream ended, and Giselle stretched before editing it into a video for release. She thought about using it as a special perk for

"Why would Richard give you access to millions—" "Because he wanted me to have options. Said if he died, I deserved to choose my own future. Not be trapped by his father's empire." I plugged the drive into Cassidy's laptop. "Three hundred million dollars. Untraceable. Already moved through enough shell companies that no one can follow it." The accounts loaded. Numbers I could not comprehend. "Holy shit," Cassidy whispered. "It is real." "We use it. Buy information. Hire protection. Find out everything about Elizabeth Cord—where she lives, who she loves, what she fears." I looked at my sleeping daughter. "Then we take everything from her. Like she took everything from us."

Elaine quickly said, "I meant nothing by it… but it just frustrates me to think that she's doing so well. By the way, Charlie—how much did you say she's worth? A few billion?" Charlie replied noncommittally, "A billion US dollars… give or take." "A billion…?" Elaine mumbled to herself. "That's one thousand million… and that's at least five hundred projects that are worth two million…" Charlie quickly said, "Don't worry about it. She's making millions from bank interests alone—there's really nothing much to compare." Still, he remembered that he was to bear witness to Yolden and Matilda's wedding next week.