Jasmine Cain Net Worth Novels & Stories

She looked at Miranda again, studying her expression, then asked, “Wait, wasn’t Xena from a wealthy family herself?” Jasmine let out a small laugh. “Not quite. She was an illegitimate child. When I first met her, she was just a regular girl. Then one day, out of nowhere, she was wearing head-to-toe designer. A Bugatti started picking her up after school. Any scholarship or opportunity for promotion—somehow, it always went to her.” She lowered her voice. “Later we found out some ultra-rich heir had donated a hundred million to the school just for her. That heir was Felix Gibson.”

"What did you say? Not selling it anymore? Giselle, don't you lack money? What are you pretending for?" Jasmine jeered. When she heard that Giselle wasn't selling the condominium anymore, she immediately lost her composure. "Who said I lacked money?" Giselle retorted. She managed to extort several million dollars from Jonathan, and with her income she earned from livestreaming, she could indulge in any luxury she wanted. Giselle continued to taunt Jasmine. "You're a wealthy heiress. Why do you insist on buying a second-hand condominium? Did your family go bankrupt?"

In the past, I could never dream about getting my hands on 50,000 dollars a month. It was my cue to lay on the charm. “I feel bad because you work so hard to earn your keep. I’ll be sure to spend wisely. True to my word, I spent every penny. The designer bag I’d been eyeing? I went ahead and bought it. The jewelry piece that caught my eye? Bought it. High-end skincare? Done. Meanwhile, Cassidy’s quest to bag a billionaire husband hadn’t been quite successful. Leveraging her looks and tactics, Cassidy befriended several rich heirs and tagged along to upscale venues.

Kaizer reached for Jasmine and lifted her chin with the barrel of his gun, forcing her to look at him. Jasmine met his gaze without a hint of fear. "Is it money you want? The company has ten million in cash reserves. You can take it, and I guarantee I won't call the police. We can pretend nothing ever happened as long as no one is hurt. As for the funds in the company’s accounts, you wouldn’t be able to take it even if I transfer the money to you with today’s financial systems," Jasmine spoke calmly. "Ms. Smith, you're quite impressive, huh? You’re quite composed even in a situation like this. But unfortunately, it's not money I'm after." Kaizer chuckled.

Desiree said. “I second that, Nat.” Jasmine added. I scoffed, “How am I supposed to do that when I'm locked in here?! I haven't even started paying a dime from the money I stole for Giovanni!” I reminded them, just Incase they had forgotten. “Oh that's true!” Candy exclaimed, and then she went mute before asking, “How much was it again?” Sighing, I responded, “20 million dollars,” Candy's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets while Jasmine and Desiree’s mouth fell open.

Jasmine looked away impatiently John was someone she had little respect for, he didn't have any friends because he loved money and power too much, he could do anything to get it including blackmailing one of his colleagues. . She tried to swallow her anger and looked firmly at him before answering . " Yes, what do you think I'm here for? " John compose himself and slowly took a sip from the juice can. " Okay, I need 300 thousand dollars" " What the fuck! " Jasmine said slapping her hands on the table angrily. But when she saw that she was drawing attention to them she calmed down and tired to compose herself, gritting on her teeth, staring at the man in front of her...

He was obviously not in the mood. "Keep it on the table and leave." He said getting ready to go out but then Jasmine again stopped him. "Sir, actually I am going to leave tomorrow and I would need some money. So..." She trailed off. Cain immediately understood what she meant. The paycheck for her acting. She was a part time escort, so this kind of acting was not difficult for her. She was even ready to climb up to his bed, but he didn't want it. He had his wife for that. He had just hired her for the job to make his wife jealous.

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.

She took one step forward and said with a sneer, “Heh-heh, some achievements? Zayn, you’re a deadbeat and a failure yet you have the audacity to boast shamelessly in my presence? That’s the biggest joke I’ve ever heard!” Shepherd was the first to come to Roxanne’s defense. He pointed at Zayn and scolded, “What do you mean by small achievements, huh? Zayn, you have the nerve to say this when you’re just riding an electric scooter around. Do you know what Ms. Harrison’s net worth is as of right now? It’s 150 million dollars. In fact, it’s more than 150 million dollars! She owns five companies in the fashion, real estate and finance industry! How about you, what do you have? You’re just a piece

“Fawn never mentioned knowing someone like you.” I gave him a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Someone like me? What are you implying, Mr. Jones?” Knowing my… Cassie’s reputation would be well known, but to openly say something to my face would be a bold move, even for Richard. “Someone so… prominent,” he clarified. It was the look on his face that gave away his true thoughts. Someone beautiful. Someone wealthy. Someone his wife couldn’t possibly have befriended without his knowledge. Everyone in this room knew how wealthy Cassie was. She had come from old money, and the wealth she had found out over the last six weeks was well documented—maybe not to the exact amount, but close enough.