Jane Wyatt Net Worth Novels & Stories

Julia~ Julia was panicking, pacing in her room like a trapped animal who knew it was in danger. “1.5 billion?” she whispered, her throat tight. She had five hundred million from that person. Where on earth was she supposed to find another billion? Her net worth had once been seven hundred and sixty million, but that was before everything went downhill. Before companies began dropping her one by one. Before her agency suspended her indefinitely. Before the internet turned into a warzone of hashtags demanding her downfall.

What I did not see coming was that she had not gone and married Alfred. After all, three years ago, she had told me straight up, "If I could have a do-over, I'd pick Alfred over you in a heartbeat!" Alfred's smug look froze over, and he forced a couple of awkward chuckles before swiftly changing the subject. Once Wade had left, Alfred gave me a weird, mocking look. "You took off without a peep three years ago. I bet you're out of the loop about Jen's net worth. "Her business made it into the global top five hundred. She's a big deal now, even mixing with the likes of Ms. Smith, the billionaire. You're probably kicking yourself, huh?"

The crowd stepped aside to let Tyson Woods in, and he stalked in menacingly. He glanced at Wyatt and laughed. “Yeah, we do. How about you give us a few million dollars for pocket change?” “I was joking and you thought I was being serious? You dare come to me for money? Who do you think I am?” Wyatt narrowed his eyes at them. It was easier to negotiate if all they wanted was money. The others should know about his identity, so he doubted they would dare touch him with his new status as the CEO of York Enterprise.

"Don't tell me you're trying to hike up the price now. We made a deal. Deal with Cassian for me, and I'll give you one million, but not a penny more." "Now, now, Mr. Goff Jr., please don't sully my reputation like that. Do I look like someone who doesn't keep my end of the deal?" Wyatt remarked with a chuckle. "As we agreed, once the job's done, you'll pay me a million dollars. I won't ask for a penny extra." "Then what is it you want?" Shawn asked, puzzled. "I was just wondering if you could leave the woman to me once we deal with the punk." Wyatt motioned toward Jasmine.

Standing in the doorway was Ryan Taylor, every bit as imposing as she remembered. Tall, dark-haired, impeccably dressed, he was the very picture of wealth and power. His presence dominated the room, just as it had always dominated her thoughts. "Miss Jones," Jane quickly supplied. "Miss Jones, is it?" Ryan’s voice was deceptively calm. "And your full name, if you please?" "Emma Jones," Jane answered for her, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air. "She’s our assistant financial consultant, took over after Mr Wilson."

She really didn't want Janet to know what a miserable marriage it was. Although Janet was much healthier now, she still wasn't as strong as before. She rested on the couch for a while and asked, “Where do you work now?” Janet’s question pulled Zoey out of her thoughts. She replied, “I've quit. I'm taking on private projects now.” Janet looked at her daughter's thin face, and her heart ached. “Have you gotten the money?” Zoey nodded and counted on her fingers. “There should be around two million dollars altogether. It should be enough to nurse you back to health, mom.”

Now, I was no longer the Jane who cried on park benches or begged for scraps of love from people who didn’t deserve me. I was Jane Harrison, CEO of one of the largest oil companies in San Francisco CA, a mother to a beautiful daughter, and a woman who had reclaimed her power. All just because of one good man. Nate. My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and smiled when I saw the name. Answering the call, I leaned back, my voice warm and steady. “What is it, Nate? Don’t tell me you’re already missing me.”

“Jane, I’m very well. Everything is fine. How about you? Jane, I am truly very happy every time you take the initiative to call me. You know I don’t have many friends, so I especially hope that I can see you again in this life. I still have some savings at the moment. Let me tell you, these savings were all saved from my work in the past year, and it’s not from my rich husband. You know that my basic monthly salary is only about ten thousand dollars, but I have taken on quite a few projects throughout the year, so I have some bonus. I don’t spend much as well, so this was saved from here and there in a year. It’s more than two hundred thousand dollars. How about you give me your account numb

He could no longer tell if this was a mere coincidence or if it had all been staged by Jate Woods. When Angela Winston saw that Cray Winds had learned his lesson, she attempted to reconcile them, "Alright then, let's set this aside!" When Cray Winds heard her words, he glanced at the graceful Angela Winston and thought. 'Was Ms. Winston behind this? It's possible! Ms. Winston is the president and owner of the JA Corporation with a net worth of a few hundred billion. She knows countless influential men! She could make me bankrupt in minutes! Since Jate Woods is her husband, she has every reason to side with him!' The more Cray Winds thought about it, the more he was sure he was right, Jate Wo

The payment had been successful every time, so she had no idea that there was a daily spending limit. She also didn't expect that the dress would cost more than two million dollars. Jane was upset that she had embarrassed herself today, but she didn't want to be the only one in this predicament. She had to take someone down with her, no matter what. Hence, she retorted sarcastically, "I can't afford it, but do you think Ms. Sutton can afford it? It costs more than two million dollars, not two hundred dollars." Jane thought Natalie was nothing after she divorced Jason. Although Natalie was pretty well-known as an artist, she had only one artwork that was presentable so far. So, how much money