Novel & Cerita Jared Smith Billionaire

“I know you would think this part isn’t necessary, but it is more than necessary.” How did he know I’d see it like that? “Being my contracted wife, you need to know things about me—for media purposes. You’ll be called in for interviews and events, and I don’t want us looking fake in front of the media.” Fair enough. I went straight into his bio. He attended Harvard University, United States. Graduated with first-class honors in Accounting and Economics. High school? Philips Academy Andover. Family of three. His parents died a few years ago, and he was made CEO of Armen Corps.

“I call it business.” Leila’s jaw tightened. “Well, I’m not for sale.” His lips twitched in amusement. “Good to know.” He set his glass down with a soft clink, then reached into his jacket and pulled out a sleek tablet. He tapped the screen, then turned it toward her. Leila’s breath caught. It was a security photo. Tunde, her younger brother, shook hands with a man Leila immediately recognized as a well-known money launderer in a dimly lit café. No.

“But not to watch your show.” Vivian’s smile faltered. “I will have company.” With my rich boyfriend.” She laughed out loud, the sound echoing in the corridor. “Rich? Boyfriend?” “He is a significant business executive in New York. Heir to a substantial fortune,” I continued to lie, feeling my stomach turn. I needed her to feel a minimum of doubt. “Really?” The lines on her face drew into pure incredulity. “I am anxious to meet him.” For a moment, Vivian stood still, frozen in front of me. She was trying to assimilate the idea that I could have something of value. Then, she turned her feet and walked away, taking the news to the campus.

"I was willing to forgive you." "Forgive me?" He laughed again, louder this time. "I don't need your forgiveness, you stupid bitch. I needed your company. And thanks to those papers you signed so eagerly, I already sold it. The funds hit my offshore account an hour ago." I staggered as his words hit me hard. I refused to believe he would do something like that. "You sold Vance Inc? Brian, that was my father’s life!" "And now it's my retirement fund," he snapped without a sign of remorse.

I continued turning pages. Richard suddenly leaned forward, "Wait." He grabbed the report and his eyes moved quickly… "Oh." Richard then looked at Ethan… "She's right." The room shifted. Ethan sat back slightly still listening and watching… "If you renegotiate supplier contracts and restructure the expansion timeline, the project becomes profitable again." I kept speaking. "That's impossible." one executive frowned. “No. It's already here." I slid the report across the table. The man studied it and his confidence disappeared.

Extending his hand for a handshake he says " I am Peter Smith." Holy shit! as he says those words I realize, he is the only son of the owner of Smith industries. they are the leading company in marketing, imports, exports, and so many other fields that I don't even have an idea about. they have recently started a chain in tourism and hospitality too. This is insane! That's why he seemed to be so familiar. I have seen him on the cover of so many business magazines along with his father-James Smith. oh my god! I can't believe I am standing in front of the most eligible Billionaire bachelor of the state. "The owner of Smith industries?" I ask him shaking his hand.

He smugly warned. The one in a red tuxedo was Drew Martinez, his father was the CEO and founder of Martinez Corporation, a company that was worth billions of dollars. And so Drew was probably looking down on Liam. He thought he was really being nice to Liam by letting him leave without giving him a beating for walking in on them.

Strong enemies. I sighed, and walked back to my seat. *** The wide, happy, and welcoming smile beamed on my lips, only because I was going to see my cupcake. We hadn't seen each other yesterday, which was the reason I decided to pay him a visit. Of course, as a billionaire, his house was, so, so, enormous. Bigger than mine, I thought. Well, I wouldn't say it was finer than mine, since I had a better knowledge in interior designs.

He wanted to oppress Zayn with his presence. “That’s right! My boss is precisely Luke Jones. He is the wealthiest man in Tael City and he has a net worth of a few tens of billion dollars. He can crush an ant like you to death with his foot!” said Jared in a sonorous voice. His expression was filled with pride and arrogance as if he was Luke Jones. Zayn chuckled. He said with a rather sarcastic expression, “Luke has a net worth of a few tens of billion dollars already? It seems that the lad is doing quite well huh.”

Half of his properties and money is worth several billions. At first, Tann and I wanted to will it all to charity because we wanted nothing that belongs to that man, but in the end we didn't because it's not our decision to make. It's Jaimie's. We began a trust fund for him with it which he'll have when he turns twenty five. My son is a billionaire, when he's just five years old. The knowledge made me laugh and cry at the same time. I never thought my life will ever turn out this way.