Gary E Stevenson Billionaire Novels & Stories

“You booked an appointment with Mr. Jones, and he’s present. ”Shit. I had forgotten I had an appointment. I’m obviously and gradually losing my mind. “Oh. Let him in. Where is he?” “He’s in the waiting room. Should I let him in?” “No. I’ll be there in a minute.”I hung up. Mr. Jones was a reputable investor in the whole of Los Angeles. I couldn’t let this opportunity slip from my hand just like that. He had millions to invest since our business was going down the hill. He was known for this indifference.

He offers me a sad smiles and I furrow my eyebrows. My dad makes billions off of the most ridiculous thing ever. His father, my grandpa, started an appliance business. Like house appliances. We make everything you could think of, stoves, refrigerators, washing machines, dryers. Anything you can think of, we make. You wouldn't think that we'd be rich off of it but boy are we. That's why I'm glad Blake is taking over the company and I'm taking over the clothes company. My dad around five years ago bought out a furnishing company. We sell everything you need in a home, half of our stock goes to stores like IKEA and Sears.

He had given out three hundred thousand dollars earlier, but had the audacity to call others brain-dead. “1.5 million dollars is only about ten percent of my daily interests. What of it?” Harvey remained calm as usual. He wasn’t spending even a single dollar for the donations. Based on his wealth, if he was actually using his money, it would be spent in his interests. “Get out of here already! People who don’t have 1.5 million don’t deserve to call me ‘Master’!” “You’re embarrassing!” Harvey immediately kicked Steven out of the livestream.

In five, four, three, two, one- Wesley takes a huge scoop out of my cup. “Seriously, dude?” “I couldn’t help it!” He laughs. “That company’s net worth is 7 billion. Sterling is practically a billionaire.” I say and Wesley looks at me with an unbelieving expression. “Now, you’re just exaggerating.” He says. He scoops another from my cup, but I don’t complain. “I googled it. Check it out yourself.” I give him my phone and he goes to G****e. He uses my recent activity and clicks on the company’s name.

“Yeah, Dad.” “I’ve got good news,” Victor’s voice could be heard from the other side. There was excitement in his voice which was a rare thing. “A big billionaire has shown interest in our company and is willing to invest.” “Oh, that’s great. Who’s this billionaire?” Vivian asked in delight. “Adrian J Claimer.” Vivian’s expression froze for a second. She couldn’t believe it. “You mean… the son of Sir Gareth Claimer?” “Yeah.”

He’d even managed to charm my mom, making her love him as a son, which was no small feat. “Thanks for the save,” I said softly, glancing at him. “Anytime,” he replied with a grin. Just then, my phone buzzed in my bag. I fished it out, my eyes scanning the notification. It was a news article. The headline made my stomach drop: **Grayson's Company, formerly owned by the late business tycoon Stevenson Grayson, who passed away a few months ago, has achieved another major milestone in the country under the leadership of its new CEO, Mr. Antonio Ricardo.**

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.

The caption beneath read: “Victor Westbrook partners with fallen media giant, Elliot Blake, to launch NeuroGenesis Research Initiative.” Ariana’s blood turned to ice. Blake...? She whispered the name, lips trembling. Her cursor hovered over the article. And just before she could click… Her laptop screen flickered. Then went black.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

Kyunghee is still the old Kyunghee, cunning and selfish. “Give me the letter. I'll check it out." Kyunghee said coldly and flatly. Jack immediately gave the power of attorney to Kyunghee without saying anything else to the man. He was tired of all kinds of murderous drama today. He just wanted to immediately control all the assets belonging to Lee Corp and after that he could live a luxurious life with all of his enormous wealth. "How? Is the letter real?” Jack asked impatiently as Kyunghee was still trying to understand the contents of the power of attorney.