Jaimie Alexander Net Worth Novels & Stories

Alex stared at Jamie like he had become a stranger. Every memory suddenly felt unstable. Every interaction. Every coincidence. “You planned this?” Jamie immediately shook his head. “No.” “But you knew me.” “Yes.” Alex laughed bitterly. “Wow.” Jamie stepped forward carefully. “You deserve the full truth.” “Then tell me.” Jamie stayed silent briefly before speaking. “Years ago your mother helped expose financial crimes connected to several elite families.” Alex frowned deeply. “What does that have to do with me?”

That kind of money, he. He could not finish his thought. Next to him, Kelvin was staring at his phone, his eyes growing wider by the second. It was 150 million! Just moments ago, Alexander wired a whopping 150 million into his own account. No joke—he had gone and snapped up Zimler Entertainment!

I hear her say to herself as she is motivating herself not realizing the call is still going. I quickly wake my brother up and point to my phone I think he gets it and I put the call on speaker as I hear her taking deep breaths trying to calm herself down. I show my brother the number he track it while looking into whose it is. It comes back to a nineteen year old Jaymes Tevin Jones. It also shows her location out of the city in the forests. "You say Mark brother's friend?" I ask I hear a small gasp I'm sure she is shocked I'm still on the call. I signal my brother to get ready. He knows to also wake up at least a few more of my guys as I go to my room and get dressed.

"Well, excuse me for wanting to look nice, besides, it’s not like I can help with business stuff." "No, you can’t, in fact you can't do anything," Jacob muttered coldly, walking off. He passed a group of businesswomen chatting. One of them said, "Did you see how coordinated Alexander was? His entire presentation screamed ‘well-prepared.’ I heard his wife organized everything for him, lucky man." "Ofcourse he is a lucky man, she is an entrepreneur too, currently having highest sales in country with her perfume brand, it's a top brand now!" Another one said with a smile.

Once she saw Amelia nearly losing consciousness on the stage, Amelia’s mother—Lily Granger—rushed onto the stage with the security guards and carried Amelia away as fast as possible. With that, the press conference ended. … At the Bailey mansion, Anthony’s eyes were still fixated on the screen. “How much is Charmine’s net worth?” he calmly asked Nial. Nial fired up a software program and began calculating dexterously. “At least thirty billion dollars,” came his reply soon after. Anthony’s lips curled up slightly; he was impressed. Thirty billion dollars? She had to be on Forbes’ Rich List! This woman was nothing short of surprises, that was for sure.

"Is it really not wrong?" I questioned Alex, my voice laced with disbelief, "We earned $500,000 in just a day?" Alex replied with diplomatic caution, "Yes and no," his eyes avoiding mine as he weighed his words carefully. "Indeed, we netted about $500,000 in a single day. However, I must allocate a portion of that for reinvestment towards our future objectives and new innovations. So, in essence, you could say you're left with $500,000 a week for your personal account."

James inhaled, unsure what to say. Alex’s voice grew harsher. “She was standing on that stage, talking like a saint, and her eyes were on me the whole time — mocking me, James! Mocking everything I’ve lost!” “Alex, calm down,” James said. “You’re overreacting. That woman didn’t mock you. She was doing her job.” “Doing her job?” Alex scoffed. “That woman ruined my life! Now she’s winning awards while my company falls apart!” Before James could respond, his phone rang. He picked it up.

"My life isn't totally ruin." Amy sat calmly at the other end of the road in a tinted glass old car. She had drove the old car on purpose to conceal her identity and watched Alex as he walked out of the station, with anger and disappointment boldly written on his face. She was relief that the blackmailer had complied with her request. A devilish smiled creased face and she said, Checkmate," and started her car. ≈ Alex returned home and told Kayla about how their meeting had turned out including his plan on hiring a personal investigator who was going to do a thorough background check about who West's was, but Kayla believed the guy was telling truth about not having the file stored somewhere

"I want ten million dollars wired to the Cayman account by midnight tomorrow. Unmarked. Untraceable." "Ten million?!" I hiss, pacing the plush rug. "I can't move that kind of money without Alexander's financial team noticing!" "Figure it out!" Victor roars, dropping all pretense of politeness. "I gave you this life, Lea! I brought you Alexander's dirty secrets! I cut the wires on that plane so you could wear the crown! I made you Mrs. Alexander Jackson, and I can unmake you just as easily." I stop pacing. I stare at my pale, terrified reflection in the dark glass of the bedroom window.

It seemed like he didn’t care at all, even if Maxus was humiliating her in front of everyone. "You can’t leave me, Alex. We’re going to grow the firm together. I’m holding your savings of four million, and it’s growing. I won’t steal it like this man who’s just a hanger-on with the Escobars," Maxus continued, and Alexa stared blankly at Aslan. She couldn’t tell if her ex was a lawyer or just a nuisance. His words were sharp and cutting. And she felt so embarrassed about that savings. Aslan was staring at her, and now he knew that she didn’t have money, because she had given it to Maxus. If she had anything, it was just enough for her daily allowance.