Gene Chandler Net Worth Novels & Stories

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

"What did you just say? Chad hasn't earned any money? Three years ago, Chad earned 14 million. Haven't you and Matilda seen it?" Confused, Fentanyl looked at Jojo and asked in shock. "Hahaha!" Joe laughed heartily, glancing at Fentanyl. "Is Chad that impressive? Jojo, have you ever seen Chad earn 14 million?" Disdainfully, Jojo shook her head. "If he could earn 14 million, Matilda wouldn't have divorced him!"

As beads of sweats trickled on her forehead, Hera read. “Patrick Preston Hemmingworth (January 21, 1986) is a Filipino entrepreneur, media proprietor, investor, and computer engineer. He is the founder and executive chairman (president) of Sagkahan High where he also served as a CEO. With a net worth of almost $200.1 billion as of September 2021, he is either the wealthiest Filipino alive or the second-wealthiest person in the world…”

“It seems like forcing you to be my woman was worthwhile. Why don’t I fool around with you for some time, and you send me to jail again? I’ll give you another one billion dollars, and this will help even more people. Is that okay? Anyway, since you enjoy doing charity, sacrificing your body for that isn’t too bad.” “It sounds pretty enticing…” Charity was not offended. Instead, she raised her brows. “But if I wish to help other people, I’m not short of that measly one billion dollars either.” “What do you mean?” Chester was stunned, and numerous thoughts filled his mind. “Because I won’t need money anymore.” Charity laughed. “I’ve invested in a lucrative business. If it does well, I’ll get o

she asked when I didn't answer. I flinched away when she reached to touch my neck. "Nothing, grandma. Just sore, that's all." What would she do if she knew her older grandson did this to me? "Ahhh, okay. So, what's your degree?" "Bachelor of Science in Computing and Information Sciences." "What's that?!" She furrowed her brow. Ack, so cute. "It was related to computer grandma." "Oh, Okay" She said while nodding. "Oh, btw I want to offer you a work if you just want only okay? I'm not forcing you. Do you want to work at the company where Kaizer works? I heard he needs a new secretary, I think you'd be perfect."

“Do you know that Francis has invested in Vivian’s company?” He finally said after he took a breath. “Vivian? His ex-wife?” she was surprised. “Yeah, it’s a lot of money, like two hundred million or something! Too many zeroes for me to understand.” “Wow, do you mean to say that… your uncle is right? Thanks for the information, Chuck. Fuck off.” Scarlett was tired of Chuck being insolent all the time. The expression on Chuck’s face changed, and he posed a serious question to Scarlett to switch the subject.

Chelsea slipped on a blue button-up short-sleeve blouse and looked at the wall. She had a copy of every fashion show poster for every gig she’d ever been to. At the moment, there were thirty-seven, and each one had brought her hundreds of thousands, if not millions. Her net worth at the time was over seventy-five million dollars and was going up every day thanks to her ingenious investing procedures and continuous searching for more investment endeavors. Chelsea Lim earned a reputation for herself, amassed a fortune, and established a legacy. Almost, anyway.

the manager began nervously, two saleswomen on either side of him, each with a glass of champagne in hand. "Do you have any idea who Mr. Chancellor is? He's not just a COO. He's also the second largest shareholder of Hunter Industries. Second only to my husband, billionaire Will Hunter. Unless you want him spending his money elsewhere, go away. He is in a bit of a mood," Bianca said with a practised smile that almost made me chuckle. "Of course, Mrs. Hunter," the manager said, clearing his throat. "Mr. Chancellor, please take your time. Excuse us. Give them some room," he said, shooing his employees away.

Chana taps her screen, scrolling to the very top of the newly generated master list. "Archibald Hayes," she says. She hits a key, casting his file to the large wall monitor. A high-res photo appears. Archibald Hayes is in his late fifties. He has perfectly styled silver hair, a sharp jawline, and is wearing asymmetrical designer sunglasses that are far too young for him. He’s standing on the deck of a massive yacht, holding a flute of champagne. "Net worth is eight point five billion," Chana reads from the dossier.

Aurora muttered, shaking her head slightly as she watched several male students nearby whispering in admiration, unable to take their eyes off the scene. The beautiful young woman who had just stepped out of the luxury sports car was Revaline Chandler Muna. She was the only heiress of the Chandler family, one of the long-established multinational conglomerates that had recently relocated its primary operations to this city. Previously, the Chandler family had been known for dominating the luxury hotel and real estate industries throughout Western Europe, and their move to New York had naturally sparked widespread speculation among elite business circles.