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Some had the largeness of blue whales, while others were as little as a toddler's car. "Breathtaking view, innit?" the young man said. His name was Richard, and he tried desperately to sound British. Elena shifted the headphones to hear him naturally. "Yeah," she admitted. "I've only heard what this place is like. Have never got to be here." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Your husband's the wealthiest goon I've encountered and worked with. Sorry for language, but sometimes it amazes me how one man can amass that amount of wealth, and still stay sane. God!"

"Rich people did whatever they wanted and got away with it." Remembering how he got me fired because I just slipped and spilled water everywhere in his hotel room. "He's not just rich, Ava" Olivia corrected with wide eyes. "Mikhail Ivanshov is the CEO of Ivanshov Constructions, the biggest construction company in the whole of Europe. He owns the biggest Ivanshov estates in the world, as well as the biggest Steel industries. He's one of the major shareholders of Armani Suits, Trigger Watches, Ben's Shoes and even Orange Perfumes."

She immediately entered her limousine car and was ready to drive off; and John Hill too, entered his car and drove off in a furious pace. While he was about to enter his car, Vivian ventured to look, observed his figure, which was well formed and that of a very handsome gentleman with a pleasant face, with a good height, not a dwarf, about thirty five years and older than Charles; dressed in a suit of plain clothes with a sweet perfume tempest, and with a large diamond ring on one of his left fingers. The lustier of which reflected in her eyes as he waved his hand while biding her bye, and which raised her notion of his significance. In a short sentence, he might pass for what would be calle

She felt that all his luxurious possessions were mocking her, making fun of her current condition. In this world " Real owner of everything is MONEY ". ~~~~~~ At 2:00 AM Ivan entered his penthouse; his hair was messy, as if he had run his fingers through it many times, and his eyes were red. He locked the door behind himself and glanced around the living room—everywhere was silent. Assuming she might be sleeping, he didn't switch on the lights in the bedroom and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

The man with the most money was always right! Javier had not planned to give a d*mn about this new guy, but now, he laughed and looked at him. “Oh, you’re very rich, are you? Let’s play a game we rich folks play in our free time then. Let’s see how rich you really are.”

The quiet power he carried, the way his very presence seemed to command the air around him, it wasn’t ordinary. Oliver White is the richest bachelor in the world. A man who owned seventy percent of the businesses in this country and had his hands in countless more across the globe. A name that carried weight, fear, and admiration. People rarely saw him because he avoided social gatherings, and no photograph of him ever circulated. He was like a ghost wrapped in legend, feared, respected, untouchable. And yet he is here, standing before me, helping me. God… I didn't expect him to be this handsome. His looks alone could silence a room, and now that same man saved me.

It was as if he faked it; he normally would not behave the way he did. I narrowed my eyes slightly, curious. "Who are you, by the way?" I asked. Having observed a few questionable actions that suggested his actions were more rehearsed than real. He hesitated, then shrugged. "Well, I have a confession. I am a nobody." There came the catch. You could not see a young, rich dude with such manners anymore. If there was one, then he most likely inherited the wealth, and he would be used by women. Such men hardly kept the wealth safe. Men who knew their worth never behaved that way to a woman unless, of course, there was a catch.

Looking at the way the man appeared so simple, one would never guess that he was filthy rich. It was just so stupid to Sam and he couldn’t wrap his head around it. Heaven knew that if he had such amounts of money, he would cover himself in gold and diamonds like some Arab oil magnate’s wife or something. He would go around with at least five bodyguards and swagger around with pride. But it was none of his business what this asshole did with his money, so long as he was willing to fork out a ton to get his dumb kids back, which he clearly would, if the way his daughter was clinging to him was anything to go by.

I’m still the only child of my parents, I’m not ready to die yet. When they confirmed that everywhere was okay, we were asked to go down the stairs one at a time and I let Heather get down first before me. When I got down to the basement, I saw the reason why General Harold and the guys were stunned by what they saw. Judging by the things down here, it is safe to say that Richard was the richest man in this country when he was alive, I mean even after death. There are floor-to-ceiling shelves all around this basement and it’s all pulled up with gold and precious stones, making the basement glitter.

Richard made it so and entirely so that only Natalia can inherit all his assets and that will be possible once she finishes her university level. When Richard's friends discovered this, to say that they wanted to kill people just to vent their anger was an understatement. Although all of them are wealthy, Rich is richer, much richer than any of them and if anyone inherits Richard's wealth, even the Largos, Rumez and the others won't see their back at all. But although Richard was very rich, it wasn't enough to awaken their murderous intent until he told them of the next level he wanted to bring his wealth to. Richard wasn't only pretty but highly intelligent. Once he succeeds in that plan, h