Gerard Butler Net Worth 2023 Novels & Stories

I run my thumb over the embossed letters like they might reveal some hidden truth, or at least a way out. GABRIEL HUNT Founder & CEO, Hunt Capital I g****e him on my cracked phone. Battery is at 11%. The screen is so damaged I have to tilt it sideways to see the text through the spiderweb fractures. The results load slowly, the circle spinning while the train rattles through the dark tunnel. Then I wish they hadn't. Net worth: $4.7 billion. My vision blurs. I blink, hard, and read it again. Billion. With a B.

Gerald and Linda quickly scanned the list, which detailed various luxury items and every penny they had received from Dominic Blackwood, totaling a staggering amount of one hundred million. Even if they sold the entire Carter family, they couldn't come up with that kind of money. Gerald was so furious he nearly fainted. "You ungrateful brat! Not only did you walk away from the marriage with nothing, but you also expect your family to cover your debts? You must be dreaming!" Seeing that I had no value left to them, Linda carter ordered the butler, "Get this ungrateful girl out of here! From now on, the Carter family has no place for her!"

Meredith was saying. "Mom stop!" Riley hurriedly tried to stop her mother from talking further. "How can you not know him? He's Aziz Garrett, the CEO of G-tex Corporation and the youngest billionaire in the entire Seattle. His company is a major partner of our BigBest Corporation. Also, he was grandfather's most trusted business partner. Actually, he shared a much more closer relationship with grandfather. How don't you know all these?" Hearing her daughter's words, Meredith almost couldn't believe her ears. This was the man she's tried to make several business connections with in the past but was never successful in securing a deal with his company. She never thought of him to be so... youn

"Sir, we can't do that. The Huxley Group is everything that's keeping you going. That’s your sweat and blood. You can't give it up for just a month with her. What if she's not Madam Ivy?" Gerard considered his reasons carefully. "Even if she's not Ivy, William, at least I would be helping a woman out of abuse. And I won't give the business up entirely. I told him I can offer him 50 percent of our profit." William sighed, still worried. "But, sir..." Before he could finish his sentence, Gerard interrupted. "Enough, William. Let's leave."

Then, he stood up as well and casually shook Gunther's hand as if I had not just threatened his client. “Congratulations, Gunther. You are now the rightful owner to all of Madame Hester's three hundred fifty billion dollars worth of wealth, assets and properties.” Atty. Schneider was smiling from ear to ear. He seemed genuinely happy for Gunther. “Thank you very much for all of your help, Attorney Schneider. I owe it all to you. Without your assistance, I would be unable to claim what is rightfully mine.” Gunther said in his deep, dark voice. I was quite taken aback when we suddenly heard his mother's voice.

I asked as we drove out of the first gate. "There are the likes of Gerald who are untouchables, they control the politics and the war all of it and to them it's business as usual" The butler was always busy, we didn't get much time to talk yet that day he seemed to be inviting me to a banter. "So how powerful is Gerald?" "You really want to know?" "Yeah try me" I said confidently. "Gerald belongs to a group of the rich and effluent of this town, the likes of Ben Richards in the Billionaire’s Resurrection..."

She left the old man house with another thirty six million yuan and few thousands yuan for the ginsengs liquid . The old man told her that he will move to the capital city by the end of the year and leave the store to Butler Jing and his sons . After he move to the city ,Butler asking and his family will follow him . He had bought a bungalow in the capital city and wants to spend his old life with his old comrade around . He already had almost fifty million yuan in his account bank . So it will be enough for him to enjoy his old life .

Her mystery shopper was featured. "Elliott Bucknall, thirty three years, built Software Company from the scratch with just nineteen dollars and is now estimated to be worth seven billion dollars." She read underneath her breath. "Oh My! Pretty boy is worth a pretty penny too." She grinned, "He went to Oxford... nice." She commented as she read his profile.

"I mean I didn't—you know what, pretend you didn't hear my struggling working class ass ask that question." Jett looked amused. "Mercer Industries is worth approximately one hundred eighty billion dollars." My jaw hit the sheets. "One hundred eighty BILLION?" "Give or take depending on market fluctuations." "Jesus Christ." I stared at him. "And you personally?" I couldn't help being nosy. If I had that level of money I could crush Lucas, Rita…hell even Richard to dust and never work another day in my life. He leaned in, his face inches from mine. I could see the gold flecks in his irises. "That’s a secret. I only share that number on one condition."

"You may have put on a fancy dress and some makeup, but you're still the same weak—" "Ms. Cross!" A booming voice cut through the tension. The crowd parted as a silver-haired man in his sixties strode toward me with a wide smile. Gerald Hastings. CEO of Hastings International. Worth forty billion dollars. The same man Damien had been desperately trying to schedule a meeting with for six months. "Mr. Hastings," I said warmly. "It's wonderful to see you again." He took my hand in both of his, beaming. "I've been waiting for you! The board is very excited about your proposal for our new security infrastructure."