Immortal Technique Net Worth Novels & Stories

' 'You promise me and your mom that you will find our mate no matter what, and before she takes her last breath. Damn wolf is right, I did promise her that I will not only be married but give her a grandchild while she is still living. "I can't leave my mom right now Luc when she needs me." "listen to me Sims." He walks over to stand next to me. "You do remember King Gabriel wife?" "Yes, Queen Skylar. What about her?" "I heard from my cousin's mate that the Queen is not a pure wolf. She was given to her adopted parents by the moon Goddess herself. There also talk about her being half angel with the gift to heal. Like to be able to heal your mother."

And he began to read out the names and how much they paid. Mr and Mrs Osman of Nice house of plastics - 10million. Holtona Shantal - 55million Atimo Andrew of Hardware center-10million Dartex Kizman of DK international-25 million William Wanta of William advocates-15million Andre Astin - 30million Mary Omondo of Maria bridals-20 million Robert Kenze of Kenze investments - 40million Catherine - 10million Willy-10million Kera Hassan of Kera hardware world-15million.

And the second the door shut, I locked it again and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. What the hell was I going to do? I opened my laptop and typed in the only thing I remembered. Zane. Jogger. Tall. Dark hair. Grey eyes. That wasn't much to go on, but I was a Roothmoore. We didn't quit. After some serious digging and maybe a little hacking help from an old friend who owed me a favor. I found him. Zane Stonehart. CEO and founder of Stonehart Dynamics, one of the fastest-growing tech security firms in the country. Worth billions. Philanthropist and private. The man had more walls than a prison. And apparently, enough money to buy twenty countries.

I used my maiden name because I did not want to use Damien's name to secure any favors, I wanted to work for myself and take care of my father. Damien, whom I had finally googled had me gasping and widening my eyes at my screen when I found out his net worth and status in the society. He's the CEO of Kingston Tech that produces some of the best electronic devices in the US, then he owns clubs, hotels, along with so many assets all over the place, he ventured into so many businesses and was even into oil and gas, an industry that was not to be toyed with. He was a goldmine through and through. He was so young, it became a source of minute worry how he got so wealthy and became a multi billion

He arched his brows mischievously. “Can you?” he sarcastically asked. I looked away. The last time I checked his net worth was 1.5 trillion dollars. That's way more than all of the billionaires in the world combined. Should I just kidnap him for ransom? “Fine…” he yielded, giving me a serious stare. “I’ll clear your name to the media in one condition.” I gazed at him. “Be my fiancée for one hundred days.” ***** [The Next Day]

It was every computer geeks dream to get into this company, the options were pretty low of getting hired and from what I heard, and the salary was sky rocketing. I quickly breathed in and out, before tying the Bianchi name in G****e with shaky hands. And instantly popped an image of Alex Bianchi, the heir of Bianchi Enterprises. 27 years old, net worth of $80 billion, most suited bachelor and also the man who just broke my phone. I blinked, sitting on the chair before I fainted and stared at the broken phone, if I was to just say that Alex Bianchi touched and broke this phone, I'd get at least $10,000.

At her 28% stake post-dilution, her equity was worth. "Three hundred and thirty-six million dollars," Marcus supplied, clearly doing the same math. "Not counting the DOD contract's impact on future valuations. Elena, you're not just a millionaire. You're approaching half a billion in net worth." The numbers felt surreal. Three years ago, she'd been stealing food to survive. Now investment firms valued her creation among the tech industry's elite. But what struck her most was the timing…this news arriving hours before her return to Silvermoon.

At least, she was grateful for her job in his beautiful home. Idris stood at 6'3" tall with a chiseled jawline and piercing green eyes. He was a self-made billionaire with a net worth of over $5 billion. Idris had made his fortune through his technology company which revolutionized the way people accessed and shared information. He had built the company from his illegitimate business, sex trafficking. Not many people knew that he was capable of that terrible crime.

The officer hesitated. “Our analysts believe John’s net worth may already exceed fifteen trillion dollars.” The room erupted in quiet murmurs. Chad Kirk stood up. “That’s impossible.” “Markets would collapse if someone controlled that much capital.” Dennis shook his head. “That’s exactly why he hasn’t revealed himself.” Shawn Mccart leaned forward. “He’s hiding his influence.” Dennis nodded. “Exactly.” “Every deal goes through shell companies.” “Every acquisition routed through proxies.” “Every transaction hidden by that AI.”

The young man's voice sounded emotionless, and as he held his fingers together, the broken pieces of the vase were turned into bits. The fake Yun Nanfeng could not stand upright anymore and collapsed on the ground. "Is he an immortal?" the idea suddenly crossed his mind, which was in a mess. "Yes, he must be an immortal, and only an immortal could have such techniques." "Are you an immortal?" the fake Yun Nanfeng spoke out his mind subconsciously. "I'll give you another chance. Do you want to take revenge or not?" the young man did not answer the question but uttered his own question.