Henry Lockwood Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Fine. But you’ll have to help me deal with someone too.” “Who?” Leon’s eyes narrowed. He doubted she would be reckless enough to name Zachary. As if reading his thoughts, Vivian said quickly, “Henry Wilson. You’ve heard of him, haven’t you? I want him gone.” A cold glint flashed in her eyes. Leon shot a glance at Julian. Julian immediately explained, “Sir, Henry’s the one who loaned James Chancer one hundred million in cash. He also took the Wilson Corporation shares that used to belong to him.”

Henry’s voice boomed across the office. I shifted in the chair as the paparazzi uncrossed his legs with a smug smile. “Your loss.” He stood, collecting the fresh set of photographs he’d spread on the table. “I’m sure the gossip-loving world would love to see what a whore of a daughter Mr. Swanson has.” The guy had balls to demand a ten million for the crappy photos he’d shot recently. That was a huge amount of money. I’d been telling Henry he should deal with this differently. That he shouldn’t encourage the guy by paying him every time he walked in with a fresh set of photos.

I nodded my head absent mindedly and he smiled at me before getting to his feet and walking away to fetch our drinks. I just sat there dumbstruck. Sixty million dollars was not so important to him! Definitely if such money went missing from his account, he wouldn't even notice it! For Henry as well to give such an amount to his girlfriend then definitely, he had a lot more than that. His girlfriend must be swimming in a pool of dollars every day, wondering what to use all of her money for.

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.

one of my boys said as I removed my gun and shot his forehead "the next time somebody will tell me such rubbish I won't think twice before burying the person alive" I said as they all panicked, I kicked the table again and left I brought Alexander up in this business yet he has grown up to be so rich and powerful more than me I will make sure I finish each and every dust of success he has acquired through me including that his godforsaken relationship F*ck him and his relationship and his damn money Henry's pov I sat on the bed with my laptop as I worked on it then heard a knock on my door "yeah come on in" I replied as the door opened then xandra came in

he said, as casually as if he were paying for coffee. Isla stared at him, marveling at his composure. She had known, of course, that the Lockwood family was wealthy beyond imagination. The mansion, the private plane, the fleet of luxury vehicles—all spoke to a fortune that spanned generations. But seeing him hand over three million dollars without so much as blinking put that wealth into a new perspective. Her family had noticed too. Their eyes gleamed with a mixture of awe and calculation as they watched the transaction. Her father in particular seemed to be mentally reassessing Liam's net worth, his gaze fixed on the black card as if it might reveal secrets if he stared hard enough.

The entire crowd fell silent. Bradley and Luke were trembling; Henry's ruthlessness terrified them beyond words. "No one's angry anymore?" Henry's gaze swept over them. No one had dared to meet his gaze. Even though Tim did not avoid his gaze, he also remained silent. "Good! Looks like everyone's anger has vanished. It's my turn now." Henry chuckled, his eyes settling on Nesh. He said, "Mr. Walford of DW Group, with nearly a billion dollars net worth. You're indeed a big shot, aren't you?"

A high-pitched shriek echoed through the phone as Lyra exclaimed, "What?!" I removed the phone from my ear to drown out her shrieking voice from deafening me. "Imagine, stumbling upon this gorgeous estate that's straight out of a storybook, got assigned this absolutely beautiful room - it's like a dream. But wait, here comes the real kicker - the person I'm taking care of is none other than Mr. Lockwood, a freaking handsome billionaire!" Upon doing some further research Adrian Lockwood was a self-made Billionaire Bachelor worth a hundred billion dollar who had managed to create a whole hotel chain by himself. It was astonishing that I had managed to gotten this job! Turns out the Lockwood em

And then I saw him, in a navy blue tuxedo, his dark brown hair gelled perfectly to the side, an air of nonchalance and ruthlessness around him that made me shiver. Of course I knew him, he was Adrien Lockwood, at just the age of thirty he is the successful CEO of the Lockwood Industry, the top leading industry in the world. His company dabbled in almost every business there is, he had five-star hotels, he manufactures cars, televisions, phones, and other electronic devices, he also has an entertainment agency, that was the best there is, it only signed very talented peopled and top actors and actresses. And a very well-known fact about him, he was very very ruthless.

He walked back to his seat and sat down, saying, “Hopefully this will make you talk." “How are you holding up?” Henry asked. Adrian looked at him before shaking his head and saying, "Well, so far, so good." The business has been thriving, and investment banking has a high market now. Just last week, we made over a million dollars from trading the “I am getting a divorce," Henry blurted out. “Gee, we haven’t even had the vodka yet."