Hannibal Jackson Net Worth Novels & Stories

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.

After a few days, a headline caught his eye when he was reading the newspaper. It read, "Gabriella Carrington donated two billion dollars and established a foundation. She sent the orphans in the mountainous areas some love." Henry instantly clenched his large hands tightly, causing the newspaper to be crumpled into a ball immediately. Where did Gabriella get that much money from? Henry knew immediately that this two billion dollars came from the assets he gave her after their divorce and the inheritance Grandpa left her with. So, was this why she sold her car?

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief, "So you gave me all your savings? Doesn't that mean you have no money now?" He turned his head to look at her, raised his hand, and embraced her in his arms. "There will be some money coming in halfway through the year, so you don't have to worry about this issue." Hannah clicked her tongue and snuggled into his arms, curiously asking, "How much does it cost?" "Not many, around fifty-five million." "..." Not many, just over fifty million. *** Did Kendall make so much money? Hannah suddenly realized why Kendall had been laughing at her. She had been worried that he had given her so much money, but he didn't have any money in his hands.

And when he finally succeeded in doing so, he smiled, he was an aged man, no doubt, with grey hair peeking through his scalp, but still, he appeared young, with his suit etched elegantly on his body. He walked to the board and smiled. "Thank you for all coming here. I am pleased to see everyone here," A resounding clap was heard next, and his gaze lingered on Alec. "Even though I know some of you would rather not come." Murmurings broke out. Alec squeezed his face discomfortly, he knew his grandfather really well, someone who was energetic and would only do business if it benefitted him. "As of presently," His gaze lingered on everyone present in the room, his voice was cold, definitely not

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.

Jackson smiled, turning around and leaning his back against the stone railing to look at his Queen. "And how are our assets looking?" "Net worth?" Jackson mused, pretending to calculate. "Trillions in offshore accounts. Real estate on three continents. A private army. And the most advanced technological monopoly the world has ever seen." He raised his hand and gently stroked her face, tucking a loose blonde curl behind her ear. "But those are just numbers, Serenity," Jackson’s dark eyes locked onto hers with the same fierce, all-consuming passion that had drawn her to him all those years ago.

Victoria thought it was an exaggeration. “You had two children for me. I should reward you, right?” Jackson said casually, and with that, he touched her hair. “But it's so valuable!” She replied, after all, JB had a net worth of 20 million and was more expensive than a house. “I think you and our children are the most valuable!” Jackson didn't usually say sweet words, but every time he did, he was charming and made her emotional.

She took one step forward and said with a sneer, “Heh-heh, some achievements? Zayn, you’re a deadbeat and a failure yet you have the audacity to boast shamelessly in my presence? That’s the biggest joke I’ve ever heard!” Shepherd was the first to come to Roxanne’s defense. He pointed at Zayn and scolded, “What do you mean by small achievements, huh? Zayn, you have the nerve to say this when you’re just riding an electric scooter around. Do you know what Ms. Harrison’s net worth is as of right now? It’s 150 million dollars. In fact, it’s more than 150 million dollars! She owns five companies in the fashion, real estate and finance industry! How about you, what do you have? You’re just a piece

Frederick grabbed the phone from her, reading the name slowly, disbelief tightening every line in his face. Cassie, confused, finally pulled out her own phone. She’d never thought to check before; to her, Sebastian had always been the kind, grounded guy she could rely on. And there it was. Sebastian Hale – CEO, Veyra Group, Manhattan. Forbes #2. Net Worth: $200 billion. Family life: Completely private. “Seb… how?” she whispered, stunned. She had known he’d do well, but this, this was power on a level few ever touched.