Jane Wyatt Net Worth Novels & Stories

I said and ended the call to avoid Austin saying anymore thing that would hurt my feelings. “Good job. I told you. No man says no to money unless you’re not offering enough” Jane said. “Don’t you think five hundred thousand is too much? Where do I get it from and why did you suggest I tell him that?” I asked Jane. She had whispered to me to offer Austin five hundred thousand, it worked, yeah, but to me, that was way too much.

It didn’t scream wealth—only elegance and sophistication. “I’m taking it,” said a sonorous voice before I could even speak. My brow twitched when a woman in a red dress halted beside me. Her manicured nails tapped the crystal case a few times before pointing at the ring on my finger. It was Lara Wyatt, the spoiled princess of the Wyatt Group. Her family owned the largest restaurant and food chain in the country and had close ties to Grant Global. Worse, she was the younger sister of Edmund’s best friend and one of the haughtiest ladies I had ever met in my entire life.

A small laugh escaped him while I stood rooted to a spot, speechlessly. “I honestly forgot he could smile that much, and it’s all because of you, Zinnia. He’s been changing day by day ever since you forced your way into our lives.” He said, and I frowned. “Wyatt…” He reached into his jacket, pulled out a business card, then placed it in my hand. “Why I may not like some of these changes and why I may not even care for you as a person. Dylan clearly needs your presence now.” “With you by his side, he’d get more inspiration to write more hit songs so everyone wins at the end. So… I’ll pay you four million dollars.” He said.

Jane had a strong desire to shop and kept dragging me around. She said she had finally resigned and wanted to treat herself after working like an ox and horse for four years. "Look, isn't that the bitch?" When we passed by a luxury goods counter, she suddenly pointed inside. I glanced involuntarily. "It's her." She was holding a purse worth hundreds of thousands, comparing it on herself, presumably planning to buy it. Ryan was always generous towards her. I wasn't interested in watching further and pulled Jane to leave. Jane squinted her eyes and grabbed me, hiding us behind a pillar!

But there was no better option. “Let's get to it then. A gentle smile spreads across Madam Jane's face as she replies “I think I already have someone in mind, but it would cost you $500,000.” “I don't care. As long as she is smart and pretty.” Money was not the problem for Ryan, as a matter of fact, it was the least of his concerns right now. Madam Jane smiled. “Trust me she is. Deal then,” Ryan responded as they both exchanged pleasantries with a hand.

“Bankruptcy?” Jacey chuckled loudly, swept a glance over all her relatives, then glared at Ian before saying, “Who the hell are you? How dare you say such things? Do you know that Seaton Trading Company has just received an investment worth 100 million? 100 million! Do you know how much is that? You buffoon!” Ian smiled coldly. In his mind, Jacey had already received a death sentence. At this time, Wynn could no longer stand it. She quickly grabbed Jacey and said solemnly, “Jacey, don’t be rude. He’s Mr. Sawyer!”

She was wrestled down, restricted, and dragged to their waiting getaway car with hereditary hands in cuffs, face soaked in tears smearing her makeup and quivering lips blabbing away endless pleas. A while ago, she was on the way to her office scanning through some documents with absolutely nothing to fidget about, now it seemed her haughty spoiled rich kid life was about to fall to pieces. Her name is Jane and she is a 25-year-old accountant, an only child to Mr. and Mrs. Morrison, meaning she was next in line to inherit her parents' wealth. She is a modelled blonde with an envied structure that fits curvy hips into long flawless legs, a slightly chiselled jaw, and sky-blue eyes that people

The slap knocked Jane's head to the side, and she almost fell out of her wheelchair. She slowly raised her head, her expression emotionless as she met Pedro's gaze. "If I hadn't sold the shares to Damon, I probably wouldn't have even gotten 7,000,000 dollars. After all, Grandpa, you and Theo were planning to take the shares from me for nothing." "You!" Pedro gasped, furious, nearly losing consciousness. Ten percent of the company's shares! Jane sold them to Damon for only 7,000,000 dollars! Pointing at Jane, he roared, "From this moment on, you are no longer my granddaughter. The Wilkies have nothing to do with you!"

His father worked all his life for the late Mr Jacobin, now he had worked years for Nate too, it was time to take over and ensure their business went bankrupt. "How is it going?" he asked as soon as the other person answered the phone. "Unfortunately,Mrs Wyatt settled for twenty million dollars"Wanda spoke "Twenty?"he asked confused "Yes,she said she could offer only twenty, nothing less" "Did you show her the land? Did you tell her it was economical?" Something didn't add up somewhere,even though the land doesn't exist,a true business woman would know it's value. "I did everything as you asked me to. She wasn't budging but she said the money would be paid to us tomorrow" said Joe

The lens scanned Jenna's face, and within seconds, a transparent overlay appeared in my field of vision, displaying her real name and other details. I quickly skimmed the information, taking in the key points. Her real name was Violet Paige. She worked as the CEO of a multinational corporation, a position of power and influence. She was 36 years old, married, and had no children. Her net worth was an impressive $50 million. I felt a thrill at the thought of conquering such a powerful and successful woman.