Infinite Wealth Strategist 소설 & 이야기

As beads of sweats trickled on her forehead, Hera read. “Patrick Preston Hemmingworth (January 21, 1986) is a Filipino entrepreneur, media proprietor, investor, and computer engineer. He is the founder and executive chairman (president) of Sagkahan High where he also served as a CEO. With a net worth of almost $200.1 billion as of September 2021, he is either the wealthiest Filipino alive or the second-wealthiest person in the world…”

A calm, composed man appeared. Late forties. Immaculate suit. Sharp eyes. His presence carried the quiet authority of someone accustomed to controlling enormous wealth. “Mr. Blackridge.” Cassian inclined his head slightly. “Mr. Tan.” Avelyn watched the screen carefully. She knew exactly who this was. Adrian Tan. One of the most influential financial strategists in Southeast Asia. Head of Tan Global Infrastructure Holdings. A man who controlled billions in port development and energy corridors. Tan smiled faintly.

But he's not without cause. Slowly, he incorporates my advice and direction into his conversation with the rich and famous. He's been keeping a finger on the pulse of the markets, cushioning blows to his own stocks while prowling for new investments. He's born for it, with an arsenal of knowledge that leaves me stunned, and a keen instinct that continues to justify his unimaginable wealth.

“Our boss sent me to give you a message, Mr. Lyfe. “Rove must only accept funding from Astral Wealth Management,” Charlotte said with a harsh tone. Hart snapped back. “Even Red Mount Capital isn’t demanding like you. I’ve never heard of Astral Wealth Management.” “That’s okay. Now you know.” Charlotte said condescendingly, “The heir of the great Glitter family, Astral Glitter built Astral Wealth Management from the ground up. “Mr. Glitter has been planning to conquer the financial market, and he needs a classic case to put Astral Wealth Management in the forefront.

She moved over to see what her friend was up to. “Fuck!”. Aria exclaimed. With just a single name search on the browser, loads of information on Noah Sanchez flooded in. He was topping the chart on America’s ten most promising CEOs. He was first on New York’s wealthiest young billionaires list and the owner of Infinity.Co and Infinity Jewels. Lola’s eyes narrowed and she took the phone from Aria, not believing her eyes. She had guessed Noah Sanchez must be wealthy last night but she never thought he was crazily-crazily rich.

"How are you connected to the Strauss Asset Investments?" "My grandfather founded it with his friend," Charlotte confessed. "I am Pete Strauss' granddaughter." "I see," Edward Webner said. He caressed his chin and suggested, "But you are unfamiliar with the tech industry. Moreover, with your status and given that the Strauss Asset Investments have sold their shares to many investors, I don't think you hold that much influence to make Aiden win the case." "My company, however, can develop Aiden's software into something much bigger." Edward stood up and suggested, "Why don't you let me take over, Miss Strauss?"

The Game Master waited patiently, as though he could feel the internal war that was now waging within my mind and body. “You seem to know a lot.” I retorted, nearly cringing at how awful I sounded. Like a dazed imbecilely, like a girl who had just met the man she’d been crushing on for years. “Care to share some of that infinite knowledge?” “Dear Rachel, information is currency, and I am currently the wealthiest man in the world.” He purred; his gravelly voice sent a shiver down my spine that he noticed with piqued curiosity. “Would you like to know what I know about you? Or perhaps, what I know about your love-struck friend. What was his name again? I’m afraid it’s slipped my memory.”

"We aren't scavengers. If we take souls by force, we trigger a systemic collapse. We need a vehicle. A legitimate way to move the debt." Elara looked down at the street. A black Mercedes Maybach was pulling up to the entrance of the Sterling-Vance building. A man stepped out Adewale Sterling, the CEO who had inherited her family’s assets after her "disappearance." He was a man who lived for the hustle, a predator in a five-thousand-dollar suit. "I have an idea," Elara said, her eyes flashing matte black. "We’re not going to be monsters under the bed. We’re going to be the Board of Directors."

“You can pay this problem to go away. It’s just money, and for a man like you with infinite resources, why would it matter? Just pay her. Then you’ll never have to see her again – or me.” Then, my attorney strides out the door, leaving me in the silence of my massive office. I have to admit that the motherfucker has a point: money is in infinite supply for me. I have so much of it that it practically pours out of my ears. I own dozens of luxury properties, including vacation homes in Paris, Tokyo, Aspen, and Sedona; two planes; a super yacht; and even a helicopter to get me to work, not to mention a garage filled with high-end vehicles. So why am I quibbling about an extra payout to my ex? W

And I danced my way out of the hallway. Konrad Russell, I still remembered when he looked at me like he could devour me in that instant. I felt heat wash up on me and I squeezed my legs together. "Camila Russell, wife of billionaire Konrad Russell." I gave myself the title before giggling like a high school teenager who just got her crush to like her. I was excited. And I had a lot of people to pay back. I put back my headphones and went to work, Kevin sent me the details. Full name, phone number and even address, I got to the Internet fast and Konrad was worth over a billion. I was tripping myself.