Hannibal Jackson Net Worth Novels & Stories

She slowly turned her head, and there he stood, looking elegant as ever, clad in a black tuxedo suit, with a black shirt worn inside, the first three unbuttoned showcasing a bit of his well sculptured muscle ripping chest. 'Harry Morgan' the only man Five ever loved and dated. Harry Fishman, a man whose toes you shouldn't step on, a man you should pray not to be in his blacklist. The whole drug and gangster world tremble hearing his name. He is on top of the food chain with a networth of a billion dollar, mostly made from his supply of hard drugs to Africa, Asia and three other continents. And also a major arms dealer in the black market, and not too mention he has a registered and well rec

Even if they refrained from eating, paying salaries, avoiding water and electricity expenses—even neglecting taxes, it would take 20 months to earn that much. He might not make 750 million in his entire lifetime! "Mister Kane, you... You're not joking, are you?" The more Harrison thought about it, the more excited he became. His voice could not help but quiver. "Are you willing to invest seven hundred fifty million in the Gabrick family? I... I can't believe it!" What was there not to believe? Alexander smiled but said nothing. He pulled out his phone and swiftly made his transfer. In less than a minute, a ringtone echoed from Yaser's pocket. The text message notification revealed that the s

I was at work and bent over my computer with Irene, we were going over flower arrangements for Jason’s party and she was doing a rough sketch of the 4D picture of the venue that Sabrina, his secretary had sent me. “Wow, the place is so cool. He sure has a lot of money, I once heard that his house cost 15 million dollars and he is generally worth about 800 million dollars. He doesn’t even act like he has that huge amount of money,” Irene said in a very chatty manner as she made the sketch. My stomach did a triple flip, if she was telling the truth -of which she never lied- it was a very overwhelming amount and it was more like, did Jason know his wealth was that vast?

“Mr. Ian Hunter, Ian The Great Manufacturing currently reports annual revenue of five billion dollars. Your personal net worth is nine hundred million dollars.” “Beat that,” Ian muttered. Simon’s gaze shifted. “Mr. Scott Hunter, Horizon Innovative Motors reports annual revenue of two billion dollars. Your personal net worth is four billion dollars.” Scott watched the color drain from Ian’s face. His half-brother’s jaw dropped—just for a second—before snapping shut. Four billion. Ian’s eyes said it all. Scott had expected shock. Maybe denial. But the raw jealousy burning in Ian’s expression was just as satisfying. That’s right. Scott thought. I’m worth more than you’ll ever be. And I did it w

What could make him say those things about me? I took a moment to catch my breath, then exhaled in exasperation. "You'll regret your own words and actions, Yvonne," I muttered, glaring at her car and Theo's car driving away. *** "Mr. Kale. Wow, I didn't expect you to schedule a meeting with me. What's wrong?" Hugo Steward Jackson, also known as a famous billionaire businessman, invested in several other businesses almost as much as James. I didn't think I would need him at a time like this.

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.

I said to him as I combed through the length of my hair, which was partly true. Thing was, I wasn't just doing this because I'm passionate about cooking; I really wanted to do this because I've figured how much life-changing this deal could bring for me. According to what I noticed from him and from what Jett himself told me, Humphrey's a big shot here in Rehab, a government worker, and I'd imagine the amount of wealth he owned. Now imagine if a deal with him clicks he's definitely going to pay me a lot of money, probably millions or dollars.

Hao Jianbin stood up and shouted loudly. "Damn it!" One of the blond-haired men, Mr. Jelly, immediately kicked Hao Jianbin, pointed at his nose, and scolded him, "So what if you're from the capital? How dare you yell at Mr. Walson with such a small amount of money! Let me tell you, Mr. Walson is a local whose family has assets worth over a billion! He owns a resort and is far richer than your family! Not to mention Mr. Walson, even Mr. Zack here and I alone have family assets worth over a billion! What right do you have to insult Mr. Quinn? Before insulting Mr. Quinn, you should be better than us first!"

While reading their profiles, I exclaimed, "Woah, I had no idea they were such a big deal." My eyes widened and I covered my mouth in disbelief as I turned the page to the next page. "Raven is on of the backer?" I keep reading his profile and drowning in his earnings. "Around $200 million... per month?! What the fudge?!" "Where are the particulars, Ms. Formosus?" "Oh, my God!" I jumped on my swivel chair and held my chest because of the sudden talk from Mr. Jax. I inhaled and exhaled before facing him.

Yael handed her a pen and instructed, "Sign in every page, Miss Hayes, and then the last page, then after." Lisa thought back to her research of Kaleb a few days back. Kaleb's estimated net worth was around forty billion dollars, and that did not even include the assets of his parents, his siblings, and the company. Last she heard was that Kaleb was now the new CEO of The Diamond Hotels. Was she really going to settle for a mere hundred thousand dollars?