James J Braddock Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Brady was never cut out for real business.” Robin gave a rueful laugh, still with a trace of envy. “Even if he isn’t cut out for business, the wealth he’s accumulated is enviable.” Brad nodded. “True. That sly old fox invested most of his money into shops, apartments, and shopping malls. Just the rental income alone could let him live comfortably for the rest of his life.” “But…” Robin smirked, “if these scandals go public, those properties of his might not be safe for long.”

He could not imagine who he was. Matt looked at James who was on the ground and said coldly, "You better watch your tongue. I'll spare your life if he's satisfied with your answers. I'll scatter your ashes if you dare to upset him." James was rich, but he got rich from coal mines. He was a typical nouveau riche with no significant family inheritance. He was only an ordinary person. He dominated Woodstown because of his wealth and the bodyguards he hired.

“But you called him poor. He isn’t poor like—” “Seven million dollar net worth is considered poor to me. He isn’t an industrialist.” James spoke, as he lifted up a coffee mug containing beverages and drank thoroughly. “Yeah right, I forgot you’re a stalker. Someone’s feeling threatened.” I mocked. “Having the same net worth as my yearly donation bonus isn’t a flex.” He spoke with arrogance and prejudged pride. “But blankly speaking, he’s more good looking than your cold face, which mostly frown all day.” I teased abstractly, having an unknown sense of fun in the process.

“And even if I do have it, how am I sure you’ll pay me back? You’ve got no job.” “I have a job sir.” “As a mere factory worker when you could have been the CEO of a bank.” James taunted. “You threw your life away for a woman who didn’t even love you enough to stay when things got bad and now here you are… begging.” He shook his head. “Don’t let me say that I regret having you as my son.” “James.” His wife chided. “Anyway, I don’t have that kind of money now.” James informed him. “I have just five million that I received as a gift from a friend.”

James replied, obviously having shielding so much pain. "Yet, you allowed a task as simple as protecting my investment in Bristol enterprise, slip off your hands? You employed a low grade watchdog, probably because of personal enrichment… is that it?" James shook his head to show him that it was far from his intentions . "But you let Zedlen fuck me over… Bristol is nowhere to be found; gone with my entire investment of more than two million dollars. J-A -M-E-S… this isn't gonna end beautifully ". His ranting and rage filled the warehouse. He pulled the trigger and held the rifle steadily on James face. James did not move an inch, he was frozen by his anxiety and fear.

Vanguard’s stocks had dipped slightly at first, then rebounded with stunning strength. The world respected a man who stood his ground. But one message stood out among the dozens. From: James Cartwright, Global Tech Investments. “Drake, meet me today. I have a proposition that could change everything.” Alexander had known James for years, a man of vast wealth, connections, and ambition. If he was reaching out now, it wasn’t small talk. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. He could still see Elena’s calm, determined expression in the boardroom yesterday. The way she’d stood her ground, graceful, fearless. He smiled to himself. She deserves the world. And yet… that was exactly what

She sat on the bed with unconcealable joy on her face. Five years ago, her stepmother and Wanda's younger brother, James, stole three hundred million from Tate Industries. After spending most of that fortune, greed had taken over him, and he had planned on making another fortune from Tate Industries. Only this time, he would not be met with three hundred million dollars, just the cold hard hand of the law. A moment ago, Officer Boyd, the police officer who was responsible for the case, had contacted Avery and informed her that James had already boarded the flight back to the country.

Braddock placed money down on the table and with a smile nodded at her and she looked at me, "you will leave and go where ever you have been and not stay around here right?" I scrunched my brows at her, "of course, I have nothing here, never did." She nodded, "good, they're still around but rarely come here anymore." Braddock brow cocked up looking at her and I had a sinking feeling about it, she walked away and I mind linked him, "whatever you are thinking forget it." He smiled at me as he mind linked me back, "never."

James Mccoy was a name Elena had not heard of before. But he was a billionaire known for selling luxury products like chandeliers, couches, mirrors, clothes, footwear and skincare products. “Mr. James has a special relationship with Mer,” Brad told her. “His dad was one of the founders of that company. He had to sell those shares away for investing in another business. But he still values that company a lot. He would always tell me that his father regretted selling the shares of Mer. For someone who was selling luxury items, a branded magazine was more important than anything else. He regretted selling that magazine’s shares.”

He’d flip if he knew about my interaction with Selena. “That may be the case, Joshua, but you’re far enough away from home that it will be difficult to provide but so much assistance. You shouldn’t have gone to the States in the first place. I understand about your irritation with Shawn Clinton, but we don’t need that business. You know that.” Bradford James was a brutal man by anyone’s standards, including his two sons. However, he’d parlayed what our grandfather had built from blood and sweat into a powerful empire, which was something both Greg and I had to give him credit for.