Jessica Canseco Net Worth Novels & Stories

"Two people together are even more dangerous." With that, she kissed his cheek, grabbed her sandwich and juice, and ran off before he could snatch the juice away. News. "I heard Jessica resigned." "What? She gave up after just two days?" "Man, I bet on her winning!" "Wow, Candice’s combat power is terrifying. She knocked out Miss Dawson last time in L City, and this time, in just two days, she knocked out the CEO's ex-lover. Even with the chairman and his wife backing her, it still didn’t help."

5 billion? " Yes," Vera said. " Mrs Johnson is worth over $4.2 billion. She was wise to share her money to her staffs and some cancer research donation stuffs. I don't really know much about those ones but that's what she did. When she dies, you'll inherit the $2.5 billion."

What wasn't fine was the notification from my personal accountant. Liquidity Alert: Withdrawal of $5,000,000 authorized by Monica Marlowe. My sister. That leech in couture. She had drained five million from the family trust's liquid assets. And the memo attached? "Vacation property co-investment with Jessica Delaney." Jessica. My future fiancée. The woman Caleb called Screaming Witch was now manipulating my brain-dead sister, probably convincing her that buying a holiday home together would somehow pave the way for a reconciliation. The sheer audacity of these parasites...

"And who are you?" Jessica choked, barely maintaining her composure. She had no idea if he truly had no idea who she was or was faking it. But she could only assume it was the former and continue her gentle act. "I'm Jessica Brown, the female lead from the movie Miracle, the fourth-highest-grossing movie at the box office last year." Caleb straightened up and stared squarely at her, prompting her smile to grow. That was until he spoke again, "No idea."

"This is organized crime. A criminal enterprise operating for forty years under the cover of legitimate business. RICO territory. Federal conspiracy. Money laundering. Tax evasion. The charges we can bring are extensive." "But you need Jessica to bring them," I said. "And she's gone." "We'll find her. She can't hide forever. No one can." But I wasn't so sure. Jessica had forty years to prepare escape plans. She wasn't like Shaw or Brock. She didn't act impulsively. Every move was calculated. Every contingency planned. "Look at this," Agent Park pulled up financial records on her computer. "Jade Phoenix owns stakes in sixty-three fashion brands. Sixty-three. All acquired through bankruptcy pr

"I'm over that rogue. I truly am. I just didn't expect him to pull the puck from the net and kill my chance to stack some real coin!" Jess’s voice was sharp, a low growl beneath the surface. Mason Carter leaned back, a lazy smirk on his face. "You've already skimmed three hundred million off the top, Jess. That’s more than enough to buy a private island," Mason said, his eyes scanning her. "So, where’s the next destination?"

According to Chris’s calculations, his personal net worth might now even be higher than Jessica’s. Even with this project which cost 2 billion, even if they hadn’t dealt with Christian before, Chris could personally cover it without shaking the Wilder Group’s finances by a single cent. This was Chris’s confidence now. So Jessica could go all in with whatever she wanted to do. Jessica wrapped her arms around Chris’s waist and rested her head on his back, listening to his strong heartbeat. “You’ll catch me, right?” she asked. “Yes. No matter if you fall or stumble, I’ll be there to catch you and not let you get hurt.”

She stretched her hand out, handing her phone to Jake. Jake’s expression turned sour as he watched the video of Jess and Fiona earlier at her launching. “You weren’t kidding? She’s really back?” Fiona sighed. “Of course, I wasn’t kidding. Do I look like Jim to you?” “I’ll take that as a lovely compliment from a sibling to another sibling,” Jim said as he stood up to watch the video that had Jake on a chokehold. “Why is she calling herself Jessica?” Jim asked. “Apparently, she claims she’s Jessica Hart, the daughter of the enigmatic billionaire Dominic Hart, which is impossible. The only rich person or thing Ella has ever come in contact with is the car I used to knock her down,” Fiona let ou