Investi-gator Book Novels & Stories

I took the place opposite to him, silence filled the atmosphere "Mr Rodriguez is a very important Investor, he is know for investing huge sums of money in business projects, I want a deal with him and I won't let any other company snatch him from me" the ambition in his voice was loud and clear. He sounded so passionate about it, as anticipated from a Workacholic.

My heart pounded loudly as I connected the dots. "Who would she be collaborating with?" I berated myself. I explored bank accounts, typing out reports and double-checking dates. Puddles of cash-filled gaps paired together to create a shadowed outline: Rachel was being handed slobs of cash by an investor who signed just initials—R.V. No grudge this; this was a calculated con on the part of someone who was rich with agendas. The investor's plan was to destabilize Bhutan so that he could swoop in and acquire the company pennies on the dollar.

Blurb:- (Author’s note:- Book 2 of “Her Bidder,” For a better understanding, I’ll suggest reading “Her Bidder” first. This book is a stand-alone. However, few things are there whose detail you’ll get in its 1st book.) Sebastian Knight was the perfect son, husband, and father. There was a time when people get afraid after hearing his name, till now they get scared, because he ruled the Mafia World like a true King.

Just that unsettling focus, like he was dissecting every sentence for weakness. “I’m not asking you to save us,” I finished. “I’m asking you to invest in something that will outlive this moment. Something solid.” Damiano turned fully toward me.“You speak well,” he said. “You’re composed. Intelligent. And reckless enough to approach the wrong man.” My stomach dropped. “But,” he continued smoothly, “I don’t invest based on speeches.” I held my breath. “I invest based on leverage.” Then he added, “I’ll look into your company. Personally.”

she asked. "How many are they?". "Five of them, sir". "Send them to the board room. I'll join them shortly". "Okay Sir". After the call I quickly googled the book Antonio has been blabbing about and I saw the cover book. Instantly my heart started throbbing fast for no reason and I immediately exited the page without reading the plot and shut my laptop down. I stood up and exited my office to go see my investors. That mystery book can wait.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but if you say you’ve made eighty percent. Why do you want a quarter of a million? Your statement here is that you’re defending a multi-million dollar company, which means you should be targeting larger investments. “ I was stunned, watching with keen interest. “We’ve had larger investors, our last input…” “Yeah, speaking of input, I need you to understand that if we’re going to invest in your company,y it’s going to be a total shit show. Your numbers aren’t even adding up, and I can see more than sixteen errors just by reading this trash you call a file.” She salvaged them right there and left everyone speechless. Is this Lyra? Lyra hasn’t attended one of my meet

The message was short. I turned off my phone. —- In New York: Third person’s POV The investigator knocked and stepped in when allowed. He held a thin folder. He did not sit. He handed the folder across the desk like it was a living thing. Viktor opened the folder with slow fingers. He read. The papers held numbers, blank lines, transfers, account names that meant nothing to ordinary people. The investigator pointed to a page. “This shows how the company funds were moved. They were shifted through shell accounts. Professional work. And then they were made to look like Layla Backwoods did it.”

“The truth is I need money, and I have to find a job. Without money I can’t finish this ... um, project I have going.” “Stay with me, here.” Was it her imagination or had Ivan’s voice gotten a little deeper, huskier. Could he possibly want her to stay as much as she wanted to? Her heart leapt, but she had to be careful not to reveal her nervous excitement at what he was saying. “That way you can finish your project and not have to worry about money or bills. As you can see,”—He gestured with his hands—“Money’s not a problem for me. Let me

Their silver hair and wrinkled skin fool the weak, but I know what sits behind those calm expressions. Predators. The same men who once stood beside my father while he built an empire soaked in blood and fear. A smirk slowly forms on my lips. Perfect. I walk toward them. They notice me immediately, their conversation fading as I approach. “Alpha Vincenzo,” one of them greets, raising his glass slightly. I exchange greetings, keeping my tone respectful. Neutral. Just as they expect. During the conversation, one thing becomes clear. One of them is an investor in Investry.

Most were either too small to make meaningful investment or had their own questionable tactics that made them risky partners. "What about Catherine Morgan?" Lily pulled up information on a prominent investor. "She's known for supporting women-led companies." "Catherine's portfolio is focused on tech startups not industrial conglomerates." I showed her investment history. "Thompson Enterprises wouldn't fit her thesis." "David Richardson from Richardson Capital?" Lily suggested another name. "He's currently under investigation for securities fraud." I eliminated that option quickly. "We can't bring in a white knight with regulatory problems while we're filing complaints about Victor."