Gerard Butler Net Worth 2023 Novels & Stories

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.

Their newest business partner was too perfect to be true. They were collaborating with a leather company to test run a shoe collection line for a month or two. “His parents are Mr and Mrs Wilbury, the couple that bought two hundred properties during the great auction forty years ago. They had a lot of assets before now, a total estimate of their networth would be around thirty billion dollars.” His secretary explains for more context. Jaques looks at the picture on the document. Axel's sharp eyes stare right back at him. Axel’s company has sent him a multi year offer and also offered a blank cheque financing, and they could do more without going bankrupt.

Gigio's wealth was no joke. His personal net worth exceeded $1.2 billion, while his corporate empire, the Moratta Group, held a staggering valuation of $6 billion. If that vast fortune were split in half, Lucas would instantly skyrocket into the ranks of the top twenty wealthiest individuals in Verdansk. And that didn't even include the unfathomable wealth he had already amassed and left behind with the Veleno mafia. "Father! Do you even realize what you just said?" Dario demanded, his face twisted in utter disbelief.

I had an urge that pushed me to do something: search about him online, if the information about him was correct. I opened my phone's browser and searched his name, Andre Gerald Garcia, and was bombarded with results. Age, net worth, family, relationships, and chains of businesses. He had been featured three times on the front cover of 'Styles,' one of the biggest magazine companies ever. He was a thirty-year-old successful billionaire who had managed to raise the success of the DGG group to an unbelievable level in the last five years.

He walked around his desk to stand behind Patrick. "Tell me, Patrick, how has it been, working for me all these years? How has it been, being my personal assistant? I hope I've been a good boss.” Patrick's voice was a bit shaky as he responded. “You have, Mr. Butler. You're the best boss anybody can ask for." “And have you been content with the hundreds of thousands of dollars you receive every year as your salary?” “Yes, Sir." That caused a low snicker to leave Gerald's mouth before he grabbed the back of the chair Patrick was sitting in and spun it around. Patrick let out a gasp.

He scratched his head. "About ten million," he laughed. "Are you out of your mind? I don't possess that sum of money, and even if I did, you wouldn't receive a cent," I stated firmly. "Come on, Gerard Downs, the ninth wealthiest individual in the state. Ten million should be a mere trifle for you," he sneered, leaning down to face me. "You're delusional, you jerk," I spat at his face. "So, you think I'm playing around, huh?" he seethed, gripping my hair forcefully.

So, he still cared about his prodigal son. I raised my card. “One billion.” Everyone gasped. Gerard looked burdened. “No, Dad! Don’t let her have me! She will kill me! I will be good this time, I swear!” Anthony begged in despair. "Please save me!" Gerard cussed and said, “Two billion.” “Ten billion.” “Eleven billion.” Wow, Gerard was a fighter. I liked it. I snickered and told them, “A hundred billion.” I saw the old man’s shoulders dropped.

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.