Immortal Technique Net Worth Novels & Stories

“According to the investigation, it seems she is being used as collateral for a large loan from the empire. It has been weeks since she’s been trapped there, working as a slave and stripper to earn back the money.” I scan through the file, my lips twisting with amusement as my eyes land on the person who had sold her out. “Tell Harry I’ll report back to him.” I hand the file back and study Beth. Beth looks pale and frail. The owner of Godzilla’s empire is a close business partner of mine. I know how ruthless he is when it comes to debtors. “Does Miranda know her daughter is in hell?” “No, sir. No one has any idea.” “It seems Karma has been dealing with this one already,” I mumble. “Wake her

she turned her gaze to Sebastian, “Or was it you?” Sebastian attempted to speak, but he was too late, Latina had already knitted his mouth with invisible life thread, a string that was said to be made of an immortal life force, the secret behind the unmoving attack of high-level vampires. It was stronger than iron and could resist fire, in fact, the more the person who was tied with the fiber moved, the more their energy weakened. ‘Damn! When did she learn to wield a life thread?’ he cursed in his mind. He couldn’t do anything but watch how Latina tortured Rupert.

“Lizzie might have let something slip. She didn’t say his name directly, but she mentioned her husband’s best friend went to MIT, built his fortune from nothing, and now controls more wealth and influence than most small countries.” “That doesn’t narrow it down much.” “She also said he never attends public events, values privacy above everything, and has a reputation in business circles as ‘The Phantom King.’” Maya pulled out her phone and typed something, then turned the screen to show Seraphine. It was a Forbes article titled “The World’s Most Powerful Ghost: Inside the Empire of Damien Hale.” Seraphine scanned the article with growing disbelief. Damien Hale. CEO of Hale Global Enterprises

That was how he left evidence behind. Following the remnants of Schmidt Group's files and the filthy underground labs, we finally uncovered his true motive. It was treason. For over a decade, he had been sending people overseas for experiments. Those who failed had their organs harvested and their bodies discarded like trash. For fame and profit, he conducted live experiments for years until he extracted a strange substance. He called it "Immortality". He targeted wealthy clients overseas—people obsessed with extending their lives—and sold it to them at exorbitant prices. That was how his reputation grew and how he amassed his fortune.

Have I really escaped anything? I sit on the edge of the bed, heels still on, and let the weight of everything sink in. Married. To a man I met two nights ago. A stranger who speaks like every word is a transaction. I reach for my phone, more out of instinct than sense. The screen lights my face as I type "Cassian Dorne". The results load instantly. Cassian Dorne, CEO and founder of Dorne Enterprises. Estimated net worth: $18 billion. Known for his reclusive nature, ruthless acquisitions, and unprecedented growth of his global conglomerate.

Apparently, this company invested in so many projects that ended up making them even more money than they had already, and they skyrocketed to fame as a result! "I heard that too! The director of this company is named Maverick Black, and he has the sharpest eye ever known to man! He is so talented that he has obtained a net worth of over a billion dollars at the young age of forty from investments alone! He's one of the wealthiest men in the world!" "The Wendell family are a family of aristocrats whose lineage can be traced back to centuries. If we can somehow partner with them, we will not only rise to fame here in Drunham City but perhaps even the entire capital!"

"It's just more glamorous, filled with wealthy people and stuff. Did you know it was because of him that his family became wealthy again?" "What do you mean?" Eds frowned. "His grandfather squandered their wealth gambling, and they became poor. Sinjin Santillan was a high school genius; he created a game called Warlords of Chaos, which he sold for a million dollars. Then, he developed unhackable software, which he used to start his company.” “Now, he's the richest man in the world," Sande explained with a hint of pride in her voice. "I read somewhere that one of the tech giants offered him an executive position in their company, but he declined their offer."

He looked genuinely emotional. “No wonder your hotels make so much money. If I were rich, I’d come here every day too.” Leonel glanced at him lazily. “You’re not rich?” Adrian was the CEO of Hayes Technologies. His net worth wasn’t far behind Leonel’s. The difference was that Adrian lived in a much lower profile— Well… not exactly lower profile. It was more accurate to say that his flashy personality made people forget he was absurdly wealthy. Adrian shrugged. “I work in tech, okay? Every dollar I make gets dumped straight back into research and development. New projects cost money. I’m basically broke.”

She paid for fast internet because she hated waiting. The headline hit her in the chest like a physical thing. **DISGRACED OMEGA RETURNS AS TECH MOGUL — INSIDERS CLAIM BILLIONAIRE'S RISE FUELED BY 'SPECIAL ARRANGEMENTS'** Below it, a photograph from her NovaTech IPO. She remembered the moment—she'd been looking at the trading floor, watching the numbers climb, and someone had caught her mid-expression. The camera angle was cruel. It made her look hungry. Desperate. Like someone who'd clawed her way up on her back instead of her hands.

He really made a difference in the last six years and look at me, I am my same old loser self. I was never worthy of being with him, nor am I now. Not that it matters because he is probably dating a Russian chick who looks like someone out of a fairy tale. I accidentally clicked on his net worth and my eyes popped out when I saw the amount. 3 billion dollars? Damn! He is much more successful than I realized. No wonder my payment for one month is so high. He must have all the girls throw themselves at him. After I went home, I binged and watched all his interviews like a crazy stalker. He looked so confident and icy calm in each one of them. The media has nicknamed him as the 'Ice King'.