Gerard Butler Net Worth 2023 Novels & Stories

“Ten billion dollars and he turned it down just like that?” “Exactly. I was thinking about it. We’re talking about ten billion dollars here. With his job at Transgenerational Group, his basic salary is a mere five thousand dollars. Coupled with a commission, he could earn a maximum of twenty thousand dollars monthly. Now that the Callahans are bankrupt, he needs the money. Why would he turn it down?” Luther could not fathom it either. “Miss, do you think he doesn’t care about fame and fortune?” Cynthia looked at him. “Are you stupid? Is there anyone on earth like that?”

5 billion? " Yes," Vera said. " Mrs Johnson is worth over $4.2 billion. She was wise to share her money to her staffs and some cancer research donation stuffs. I don't really know much about those ones but that's what she did. When she dies, you'll inherit the $2.5 billion."

He sneered and said, “Young man, do you know what you just said? Do you think that I, Fabian Tate, can’t afford a small food delivery company?” Not only did the old man laugh but the several people in the office, including Mike Corby, also laughed coldly. Philip Clarke was really arrogant and ignorant! Old Master Tate was one of the top 20 richest people in this country! His assets were worth more than 60 billion dollars! A small food delivery company could be acquired with a snap of his fingers! Philip said with a smile, “Is your name Fabian Tate? In that case, are you up for a bet? In a few minutes, you’re going to be penniless.”

“Oh my God! I am feeling frustrated! I mean I love her, the way she dresses, how sophisticated she is, her angelic face, the way she speaks, she sounds so nice and her accent. I love her British accent! And now I will find out that she's into Travis Forger too! Now, I am starting to hate her!" "Isn't her family the owners of one of the big fast food chains here in the Philippines?" One of them nodded again. “No wonder the Forgers promised one of their children to the Madrigals! The latest news is that the net worth of the Madrigals is already at eight hundred million." My eyes widened from what I heard! "But the Forger's network is already at $1.8 billion, and is still unbeaten." Travis' we

"I never make my friends suffer losses for nothing, and you are now my friend, so I promise you—whenever you can spend 50 billion USD for me, you will get a Rejuvenation Pill without even needing an auction." "50 billion USD… And I get a Rejuvenation Pill for free?!" Bernard's eyes widened so much his eyeballs could fall off. 50 billion USD sounds like a lot of money, but for Bernard, getting ten years of life from a single Rejuvenation was worth way more than that. After all, his conglomerates had made 20 billion euros in net profits last year, what with the healthy economic environment. 20 billion euros was around 23 billion USD. While Bernard wasn't the only shareholder in his conglomerat

Gerald on the other hand was much more quiet, barely speaking but Eric knew he had the mind of a fox, quick witted. "Thank you, I knew I could count on you guys." Augustus Frederick said. "Boss, this Eric who has been troubling you, isn't it the same man whom we carried out the hit on?" Gerald asked. "Yes, the same person and reports tells me he's a billionaire and one of the most feared men in town. I'm still wondering why i haven't met him. My plan was to kill him so I would cut off that entire area but it turned out that he's still alive and he has a daughter." Augustus Frederick said.

No loose, soft skin anywhere. I don’t understand a thing he just said, but I nod. Because I want this to be over. I feel suffocated. I want to go home. “And for the record, doll face, I have a combined net worth of eighty billion dollars. Five hundred thousand dollars is chicken change. I find it genuinely insulting that you think it would render me broke.” Eighty billion dollars? A tiny gasp slips past my lips. I can imagine how much work he put into hiding that much wealth for over ten years. I am grudgingly impressed.

“You’re on the edge of being replaced, Tom. This isn’t just a PR nightmare, it’s a power shift. You need to end it. Him. Her. All of it.” My stare darkens. “Call Gerald.” “I already did,” she says, unlocking her phone and showing me the screen. Gerald’s message glows back, “50 million. Non-negotiable.” Riley gasps, face blanching. “Fifty million? Is he out of his damn mind?” I stare at the number, rage boiling under my skin. “He knows he’s holding something big,” I say darkly. “And he knows we’re desperate.” Riley glares at the screen like it just insulted her designer heels. “We’re not paying that.”

Oh, thank God they were not identical, if she ever got hold of a picture of her father with her mother, she would be able to recognize! Kira pulled up articles on Adam Whitaker next, and read about him too. Somehow the articles stated that Adam Whitaker was much more ruthless than in comparison to Alan Whitaker. Of course, nothing was written explicitly but Kira could sense it. Even the photos of Adam Whitaker were more haughty and arrogant. Alan Whitaker and his brother Adam Whitaker have combined net worth of 4 billion dollars. Wow! “So…” Kira sighed as she flopped on the bed, “My father is at least 2 billion dollars worth, and the man who calls me his ‘home’ is 5.5 billion dollars worth.

Just after finishing his phone call and turning back toward the room, Curtis overheard the conversation of two servants not far away. "How did Natalie get so lucky? Mrs. Morris is usually so strict, but she actually gave her a gift of 6.5 billion." "Oh my gosh, 6.5 billion! And that's not even counting the gold and silver jewelry, real estate, and luxury cars. Just imagine how wealthy Mrs. Morris is." "Yeah, I think it's a lot too. I'm really envious of that woman." Curtis suddenly froze, the thought of 6.5 billion suddenly drained the courage from him to step into the baby's room where Margot was waiting.