Gabi Garcia Net Worth Novels & Stories

He quickly picked up the call while resting his chin on the table. "Yeah, I’m listening." Hyukjae said directly with a cold tone. “Cho Kyunghee is on his way to Gangwon, and I think it looks like he will be there for a while. He will see his property that is there. He suddenly received a call that one of his assets in Gangwon had been successfully transferred in his name. But he did not mention in detail what kind of property he had there. He only told me that he would pay me after his business in Gangwon was over.”

Others seize the opportunity to build a new business partnership and that is how the evening went till it was over. "I hope you will be calling Mr Carter tomorrow. He is extremely rich and powerful," Mrs Garcia reminded on the way home. "How did you know?" Mr Gacia asked "I googled him and there is more than the news announced," she said showing him her phone "He is the key to expanding the family business and a better life," she added "I make six figures monthly. The business is doing very well and we have two branches opened in other locations. That is why Jonathan here is. You lack nothing and you have a beautiful apartment. What more do you want?" Mr Garcia asked

“It will end up being sued.” “And why would I be sued, if I'm also poor?” Gabbie grumbled, making a face. “I have property to complain about, since no one increases my salary.” It was outrageous that she said that. I doubted a lot that gazetted people received at least half of what Gabbie earned as an extra. She smiled maliciously when I narrowed my eyes, knowing that I had bitten the bait to distract myself from what I really wanted her to do. I crossed my arms in front of her body and indicated the exit door of the studio to her. Gabbie withered.

I pinned my gaze on her and asked, “Do you always come with someone interesting?” “My question, Linden.” “My name is Gabe Linden.” “Gabe short for Gabriel?” “Yes.” “So, Gabriel. Tell me what did you find out about me.” “You have twenty million followers on I*******m. You founded Star Cosmetics and Star Activewear. You became one of the youngest self-made billionaires.” “Wow.” She didn’t look impressed with my findings. “People look at me as one of those repo kids, and you don’t?” “Self-made, Estelle.”

“Take the money. Sign the Non-Disclosure Agreement my assistant will bring in. If a single word leaks, the Daniels won’t survive a day.” Service. The word landed like a slap. Harder than any physical blow she had ever taken. The air in the room felt thin. Gabrielle looked at the check, then at the man who treated her like a common escort. Yesterday, she was still the "pampered" eldest daughter of the Daniels. Today, she was a "service" to be paid for. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the check. The paper was heavy and expensive. She looked at the number. Five million dollars—enough to dissolve her father's debts.

She has done a fine job managing the firm since then. Garcia Group alone was worth $27 billion in revenue as of last year, making it seven times richer than the Plane Enterprise in terms of assets. Being Marcel's only heir placed her in line for his multibillion-dollar assets and businesses all over the world. She didn’t need it, though, because she has been making a name for herself since joining the firm two years ago. Her words rang true. If she had remained married to me, she would have never met her father and become the woman she is now.

She had nothing left to hide. “You really want to know?” she said. “Fine.” She looked straight at Elena. “Your affair,” she said flatly. “With that married man in Barcelona.” Elena’s face went pale. “The abortion you had last year,” Gabriella continued, her voice sharp. “The one you lied about and called a miscarriage.” “Stop—” Elena whispered, shaking. “And the money,” Gabriella added. “The money you’ve been stealing from the family business to fund your lifestyle.”

Mostly about his looks. The woman on the screen had platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Beautiful. Fit for a billionaire’s wife. “Heiress of the Garcia Estates,” Gabby breathed, scrolling like her life depended on it. “Isn’t she just stunning.” “Wow,” I said, meaning it about as much as she needed me to, and went back to my folder. I didn’t care much either way. Good for him. “She really is.” She sighed dreamily before slumping in the chair by my desk. “To be a billionaire's wife.”

It didn’t help that she was engaged to someone like Raine Cruz – one of the five richest men in the world. Meira got home and parked her car in the garage then she looked back at Gabi. “Not a word to daddy about Angela.” “I bet he already knows.” Gabi grinned. Meira chuckled. “I bet.” She agreed and they got out of the car. “Hey Mom.” The door leading to the garage from the kitchen opened and Gabe walked out with Raine. “Hey.” She greeted back. “Did you have your one on one with daddy?”. “Yes. We had fun.” Gabe grinned. “I beat him at scrabble.”

The dance academy confirmed the same thing. Rebecca hadn't expected to hear that name again under these circumstances. The disability foundation forwarded the donor's note: [Every child is a little angel. They simply arrived in this world running a little too fast and left some parts behind. I hope this small contribution can give them an extra pair of wings on the road to rediscovering their dreams.] Rebecca felt a flicker of curiosity. How did he still have so much money? Gabriel returned, told her that Vance had sold his company, and even shared the exact sale price.