Hannibal Jackson Net Worth Novels & Stories

It wasn’t like working at the paper paid THAT well. I mindlessly took out my phone and looked up Raymond Hill, and my eyes damn near bugged out of my head. Net worth: $42 million. My fingers moved on their own and looked up Elijah Keller. Net worth: $18 million. I quickly deleted my search history and put my phone in my pocket.

“Let me guess, you tried to steal him, but he wasn’t foolish like me. Because I am certain you would have married him on the go since he is this rich.” She ignored his words and scrolled to see more information about Xander Jackson. “OMG! What am I seeing right now? Is that his net worth?!” Andrea gasped, pointing at the number. “They probably don’t even know the exact net worth. But judging by this guy’s company's success, it can be true. His new addition, X&J Foods, is why my company has struggled in the market. So close up your wide open mouth and have enough dignity not to embarrass me now that you are a part of my family.” He said to her, eyeing her with disdain.

Madam Nera picked up her teacup and said casually, “It turns out that she’s Nathaniel’s daughter. So it’s true that the Hannigans can’t even teach their daughter properly. It’s no wonder their business empire isn’t looking too good recently. Furthermore, his son isn’t very fond of him, so he can only rely on the Santiagos' support after his son’s marriage and the Santiagos’ daughter.” “What do you mean by that?” Maizie was irritated and immediately disregarded whether the other party was elderly or not. “Your granddaughter is who she is now only because she’s lucky. All she did was get to Mr. Goldmann before any other woman could. The Vanderbilts would literally be nothing nowadays if it wer

Harry remarked and the both smiled. Jack company had been flourishing lately. After the multi million dollars investment from the anonymous investor, as the media had quoted, he completed his hotel project in New York, opening it up fully and so far, it was climbing in the hospitality ranking. He had also gotten a contract from the government that worth millions of dollars. He had totally displaced Damian, claiming his spot as the biggest business man in Los Angeles. You could never defeat Jack Antonio. Not in his own game.

It looks like he's not dressed for work. I learned yesterday from Hannah that apart from being a musician, he's also a great business tycoon. She also said that he has built a great name for himself and he's extremely rich, richer than his cousins. He has many estates and other properties, his cars are numberless and he has more than one private jet. I guess I don't know much about my husband and how extraordinarily rich he is. Hannah said he's twenty six and I can't believe he has made this much wealth at such a young age.

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?

"Why?" Wilbur asked. Hannah sighed with a frown. "I'll be honest here. This is a huge investment of eighty million dollars, and I can't see anything you have that could help expand and grow Everest's development. I'd want Cape to at least think for themselves, if not for the fate of my company." "It seems like we've still misunderstood each other quite a bit," Wilbur smiled. Hannah's expression was solemn. "I don't think there's a misunderstanding at all. What have you done, ever since you got here?"

Martin said, "I'm calling because I have something new for you." The tone in his voice made her sit upright. "What kind of something?" "The expensive kind." "Now you've got my attention." "The Harrison Estate." Elara frowned. The name sounded familiar. Then it clicked. Robert Harrison. Technology billionaire. Investor. Philanthropist. The man currently dominating every news channel in America. Three days earlier his helicopter had crashed into the Pacific Ocean. The wreckage had been recovered. His body had not. The media called it a tragedy. Conspiracy theorists called it murder.

Franco insisted. “My company is not a cheap operation,” I said, leaning forward, my eyes piercing his. “We are earning over 500 billion dollars every week. You can’t underestimate CLN. We’ve come a long way since you left me, Mr.Jackson. We’ve built something extraordinary, something that you clearly want to be a part of.” He hesitated, his gaze flickering between me and the throng of guests celebrating our success. “I’m just saying… it’s a significant investment,” he mumbled, his confidence faltering.

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.