Gary E Stevenson Billionaire Novels & Stories

I said to the PA just as he was going through the deal. He took his eyes off the file briefly to look at me before answering me, “Jones. Jones Steven,” The Steven family is into construction and is well popular with it; after all, it was what they had used to climb the ranks of the most wealthy family in the world. The main reason why it was easy to recognize Mr. Steven right here, even before my father called his name, was solely because he was the face of the brand. “I don’t think we will have any issue with this deal, but…” Jones paused and raised his head to stare at me before continuing, “It would only be so if we can correct this issue about the payment.”

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

The car drove out of the university gate and was out of sight of the onlookers in no time. Meanwhile, the gathered students who came to gawk at the scene did not seem to show any signs of wanting to disperse just yet. Someone exclaimed, "Oh, my God! That guy back there who had all those people kneeling in front of him is John Stockton! He's the richest man in Glanchester!” “Are you sure?” "Of course I am! I looked him up online.” "The woman next to him just now must be his wife Sherry Stockton. She’s an extremely famous investor and philanthropist in Glanchester."

She took in a deep breath before glancing at me," Your womb got ruptured and there is a probability that you won't be able to birth a child anymore'' she answered, I clenched the gown I had on, as I let the news sink in while staring around in a daze until my eyes were fixed on the TV in front of me “ The Gray corporation stock price has hit its all-time high, CEO Richard amassed a wealth of over a billion dollars overnight, making him the latest billionaire in the Forbes news and that is because he got a mysterious investor, the old shareholders are wailing now and pleading to be taken back, what would you have done if you were in his shoes?”

Gary Lakes patted Henry on his shoulder. “Thirty million dollars for a year of professional gaming. Who could turn that down?” Henry looked confused. “What if thirty million dollars isn’t even a large amount to this person?” Sebastian asked before emptying his glass of red wine. After that, he passed a cigar to each of them before standing up and lighting it up for Stanley Batton. “Could that person be from a rich family?” Gary added. “God knows. If he isn’t from a rich family, he might be a complete retard.” Henry then looked over at Gary. “What about you? Didn’t you recently plan to expand into the broadcasting industry with Cloud Nine Entertainment? How’s the progress?”

I have never been so jealous before, he didn't even tell me he was going, I mean I also didn't tell him but who is this, because he can't show me off does that mean I am not needed anymore? I watched as her hand slowly entered his raised elbow, she handed him a glass of wine, which he accepted with a smile. "Watch your face," Steven whispered, it's as if he always has his eyes on me always keeping me in check I turned away refusing to keep looking to the left before I die of jealousy, from a distance, I could see a young man approaching with a smile. "Devon Valdez, billionaire, Ceo of Achilles Enterprise, and his assistant," Steven whispered to me as the young man continued to approach.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

As a business man, he was brilliant. As a father, he was absent. Steve's company grew and he began branching out, buying up internet startups and either incorporating their products into his own company or reselling them for huge profits. He invested in real estate, bought stocks like a Wall Street broker, made investments in things she had never heard of, let alone understood. By the time Seth began kindergarten, Justin toddling behind, Steve had made several million and moved them into this much too big, much too luxurious house.

He said in a calm and decisive tone while I stared at him cautiously. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard earlier and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“I know you would think this part isn’t necessary, but it is more than necessary.” How did he know I’d see it like that? “Being my contracted wife, you need to know things about me—for media purposes. You’ll be called in for interviews and events, and I don’t want us looking fake in front of the media.” Fair enough. I went straight into his bio. He attended Harvard University, United States. Graduated with first-class honors in Accounting and Economics. High school? Philips Academy Andover. Family of three. His parents died a few years ago, and he was made CEO of Armen Corps.