Novel & Cerita Jesse Belle Deutschendorf Net Worth

The headline read: FORBES UNDER FORTY: A BILLION-DOLLAR MILESTONE. "I did some digging," Maya said, her eyes scanning the page. "His full name is Atlas Johnson Reeves. He’s only 36 years old and his net worth is estimated at over 50 billion dollars. He’s not just rich, Les. He’s one of the most powerful men in the country." She let out a low whistle, looking at his photo and then back at me. "Oh my gosh, he is so fucking hot," Maya joked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Can we share?"

Have I really escaped anything? I sit on the edge of the bed, heels still on, and let the weight of everything sink in. Married. To a man I met two nights ago. A stranger who speaks like every word is a transaction. I reach for my phone, more out of instinct than sense. The screen lights my face as I type "Cassian Dorne". The results load instantly. Cassian Dorne, CEO and founder of Dorne Enterprises. Estimated net worth: $18 billion. Known for his reclusive nature, ruthless acquisitions, and unprecedented growth of his global conglomerate.

No loose, soft skin anywhere. I don’t understand a thing he just said, but I nod. Because I want this to be over. I feel suffocated. I want to go home. “And for the record, doll face, I have a combined net worth of eighty billion dollars. Five hundred thousand dollars is chicken change. I find it genuinely insulting that you think it would render me broke.” Eighty billion dollars? A tiny gasp slips past my lips. I can imagine how much work he put into hiding that much wealth for over ten years. I am grudgingly impressed.

All the years she had spent risking her life for the Outpost, all the nights she had spent fixing their broken-down Jeeps and saving tourists who didn't know a cactus from a cucumber—it all vanished the second a check with enough zeros was waved in the air. Bella looked at Rick with pure, unadulterated disgust. "You’d sell me for a fleet of Jeeps?" "Bella, don't be dramatic," Rick whispered, not even looking her in the eye. "It’s ten million dollars! You’d be a fool not to go." Nuel walked toward her Jeep, tossing a glance over his shoulder. "Your boss has a very keen sense of market value, Bella. Shall we?" Bella stood frozen for a moment, the heat of the sun beginning to bite at her skin.

I sighed in relief when he did this. It was all done now. All that I had to do was wait for the drug to kick in and for him to die. I thought about all of the money that I would get once Jenson was gone, and I could not help but feel giddy inside. I had spent the last few days calculating his assets, and I was shocked at how rich Jenson. His company was worth ten billion dollars, and he had an additional ten billion in assets and investments. I would be getting ten billion dollars after he was dead, and it was more than enough for m to live comfortably.

He must’ve strangled her without holding back. [Wait. What identity does Chester have that he dared to strangle our Eliza’s neck?] [Haha. Let me give you all a summary. Chester Jewell is the chairman and president of Jewell Corporation and the chairman of Felix Media. The medical resources of Jewell Corporation are distributed all over the world. Most of the private hospitals in Australia belong to Jewell Corporation. Forbes’ ranking for the first half of the year announced that Chester has a net worth of 200 billion US dollars. His net worth is currently even higher than Shaun Hill, and he’s on par with Jessica Snow.]

"I understand you've been talking to reporters lately." Jesse lifted her chin defiantly. "Free country. I can talk to whoever I want." "Of course you can." I leaned back in my chair, studying her face. "Though I'm curious about the sudden windfall in your bank account. Fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money for someone who now work at a nail salon, after getting fired from her PR job.” The color drained from Jesse's face. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Don't you?" I pulled out my phone and scrolled through Derek's research.

He took deep breaths and he turned to June before flashing her a reassuring smile, he was going to take care of this pest right now and they would return to their painting. Belle ignored whatever it was that Jordan was doing and she walked closer to the bed to see her own daughter, in as much as she hated the fact that her little girl looked more like his director ather, those eyes. Those damn Hashim eyes that had been passed down from generations of Hashim girls up to her and now June, It was special gift that grandma Hadiza passed on to all f them. Belle wondered what her conservative grandmother would think of her now if she heard she abandoned a sick child and her husband for her career.