Immortal Technique Net Worth Novels & Stories

Another win. Me: How much are we looking at? Alfred: Our guys made him strike a mouthwatering deal of a hundred and fifty million. I scoffed, taking another sip of my whiskey in silent celebration. A hundred and fifty million. For phantom technology—a fake Elvris prototype drawn up in just enough detail to look irresistible. Kex was about to cut open his chest and pour his last dollar into a grave I dug with a handshake. He was about to bleed out, and he wouldn't even realize he'd been cut. Not until he was already too far gone to crawl back.

[Host: David Lidell [Balance: 9996999990000000 Star Dollars [Body: Immortal level 10 (You may upgrade using 10000 lavish points) [Mind: Immortal 10 (You may upgrade using 10000 lavish points) [Combat: Eternal Realm Partial Sovereign Rank [Combat Skills: Void Punch (Perfection), Air Crushing Slap (Perfection), Evil-Splitting Sword Technique (Perfection) [Skills: Ancient Traditional Medicine (Perfection) [Lavish Points: 25920] He would need 10 thousand lavish points for the next upgrade.

Cash says as he shoves another piece of bacon into his mouth. “Enough.” Aunt Beverly said to the two of them and then looked at me and said, “Lexie we had made an agreement with Mr. Conner all those years ago that you would become the Queen of the Immortals. I am not understanding how Mr. Conner isn’t enforcing this union.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It sounded like I was sold off to the Immortal King but for what reason. Did my aunt profit from this union? “Well, if she doesn’t want to be the Queen of the Immortals, I would love to take her place.” Lena says to our aunt like it was no big deal.

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

Helicopters didn't belong here. Neither did billionaires. But as a tall figure emerged from the aircraft, his charcoal suit immaculate despite the coastal wind, Maya felt ice crystallize in her veins. She knew that silhouette. Everyone in America knew that silhouette. Damien Cross. Tech mogul. Venture capitalist. The man whose face graced the cover of Forbes with alarming regularity, whose companies had revolutionized everything from social media to artificial intelligence. The man who, according to last month's tabloids, had just closed a deal worth eight hundred million dollars before breakfast.

“Very secure, private beach, a helicopter pad for fast travel. Far enough from the city for privacy, close enough for business when needed." “Helicopter pad?” Sophia repeated, shocked. Ethan grinned. “Just wait until you see the recording studio. I had it built hoping one day I’d have family to share it with.” Sophia shook her head slightly, overwhelmed. “I don’t understand how you can afford all this. I mean, I know you said you’re successful, but…” “Dante Industries is worth about thirty billion dollars,” Alexander said calmly. “My personal net worth is around eight billion.” Sophia blinked. “Billion? With a B?”

He lifted his hand dramatically. “Let’s begin with Daniella Hale.” “1 million.” “2 million.” “10 million.” “11 million.” “Sold! To Lukas Gene!” Lukas Gene? That rat still existed? I thought he’d gone bankrupt. Probably sold organs for pocket money. “Next — Alexia Skylar Hale.” Oh, boy. When I get out of here, I’m going to kill this man slowly. Painfully. Joyfully. “1 million.” “5 million.”

Dominic stared at him, speechless. "Mr. Fleming, get some good rest. I'll be heading out!" Isaac showed no embarrassment at all. He laughed, turned around, and hurried off. As soon as he left, Jewel burst out laughing. Dominic turned to look at her. She laughed until she nearly ran out of breath. "Isaac Moore's net worth is over a billion dollars. I guess it's true that seeing is believing." "Who would've thought," Dominic said helplessly. "Now that I think about it, I didn't expect you to have connections like this either. First Ms. Palmer, then Mr. Moore from Amaze Construction. Why is it that all of them address you so formally?" Jewel asked once she caught her breath.

He was the man from last night—the one who nearly took me away. He stood calmly in front of a swarm of reporters, his face as stern as ever. His sharp eyes and chiseled jaw gave him an aura of power and arrogance. He spoke with authority, every syllable drawing me in, my eyes glued to his striking face. Adrian Foster—the CEO of the Foster Group. Possessing unimaginable wealth and a mysterious identity. His net worth was estimated at over 500 billion dollars. No one could calculate his true fortune—it was simply too vast, spanning nearly the entire universe.

“Life doesn’t come with fairies fixing everything for you. But it comes with choices and this is yours.” He handed her the card. “Call me before noon tomorrow. After that, the offer disappears.” And with that, Alessandro Moretti walked away. Back in his suite that night, Alessandro poured himself a glass of wine, watching the city. He was not a man driven by lust. He was driven by power and control. He had built Moretti Enterprises from the ashes of his late father’s empire and no one had dared cross him since. His company specialized in real estate, data security for global investors and now healthcare. He didn’t build for comfort. He built fortresses for the powerful, technological protec