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Esther exclaimed in a prolonged tone. Anika smiled in relief when she saw Esther seemed to like it. "Omg, you have these? I think they aren't even out yet!" Esther was blinded by all the luxury goods, some even limited editions and others customized. This is the rich Rich! Anika didn't understand what she said, but she thought it might be a praise. All of the things here are really pretty, even she thought so. "Do you like it?" Anika can't help but ask with a glimmer in her eyes. She was happy she had shown something interesting to her friend.

"You should be added to the list of the richest men in the world with all this extravagance." Richard chuckled, a self-assured smile playing at the corners of his lips as he basked in my praise. "I like to think I'm doing alright," he replied, his tone casual yet tinged with a hint of pride. "But you know what they say, money can't buy happiness." I nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words even as I marveled at the sheer magnitude of his wealth. But then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Richard leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"I would say I am Ivan Holloway. Chief executive officer of Holloway Empire. The third richest man in America and the first in the state of California." "Is that all you can define yourself with? Your wealth? Your status? Your fame? Is that all you really are, mister Ivan?" Something in me sparked up, and it was not a good spark. My jaw hardened and I found myself looking a way from her. Her eyes probed me too much, I was beginning to get uncomfortable, and that was not a normal thing. "That is all the person would need to know." I bit back. I was not going to let her get into my head, never.

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

"Sir, but they have no money. You saw it yourself, didn't you? They only have $4000 in their pockets. That's why I threw them out of the store. I felt what I did was right. Poor people like them are likely to steal." "Poor people? You said they were poor?" repeated Leuwis, raising his voice. "For your information, the man you call a pauper is the richest man in New York. He made the largest investment in the 'Black Rose'. If I hadn't come quickly, my boss would have fired me." What? The richest man in New York? Nora's mouth fell open. She really couldn't believe what she had just heard. How could such a wealthy person bring only $4000 to an expensive jewelry store?

The Walter empire was being shredded piece by piece by Dick, a nobody. Mrs. Walter was watching the video. Her daughter, Ivy, had shown her how to find the channel. She watched every update. Dick was showing proof of a secret. It was a secret Jonathan was not supposed to know. It was a loan from Starkov’s bank. Her own daughter had approved it. “Oh, mother,” she sobbed. She watched the video again. “Jonathan’s father dies, and money goes missing,” Dick said in the video. “He borrows from Starkov. He says he didn't, but his girlfriend makes the money appear in the account. Then, someone dies.”

How could he be an ordinary man? Eva poked her forehead, "Let's face the reality. A truly rich man lives in a villa, and drives a luxury car. If he's well-off, why would he rent an apartment with Hazel?" "Maybe there is some special reason. Maybe he is hiding his identity on purpose." Mandy cast a sidelong glance at her. Right now, she was imagining that he was a prince pretending to be a frog. It often happened in TV dramas. "Mandy, he really is an ordinary person with no house, no car, no savings, no background, and no employment!" Hazel changed to a straightforward tone. Although it was cruel to shatter Mandy's beautiful fantasy, she had to face reality sooner or later.

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.”

"Are you even thinking? You don't even know who I am, for goodness sake!" "I know who you are," she retorted. Once again, she swallowed, and uttered, "You're very rich and famous. You own a couple of malls in this city, and you inherited them from your father. You also own a restaurant in East Dantry, and you've been crowned an eligible bachelor. I know you, Ivan. I know you." "Wh-What do you want? Why do you wanna do this?" I questioned in disbelief.

he asked I blinked—he's really rich? “Boss isn't just rich, he's an elite.” he started “There are thousands of rich families in the world, but the Belladoná family symbolizes wealth and power. They are not just rich, they are old money rich.” I want to laugh to his explanation, he sounds like a side character explaining how rich the male lead is. It's hilarious.