Jessica Parker Kennedy Net Worth นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he says as he pulls up some elaborate spreadsheet. Then he leans forward, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Do you see this number right here?” he asks. “Yes.” “That’s how much money this pack is worth, Kennedy. Your $30,000 x-ray machine won’t even make a dent in this.” I stare at the number on the screen. “That’s a lot of zeros.” I feel him chuckle behind me. “Yes, it is.” “Wait. THAT’S why Jasper is after our pack?” “This pack is extremely wealthy, Kennedy. We are, by far, the wealthiest pack in the region, possibly the country. We could live off the interest that this money makes every month and never even touch the principal, and most months I have extra to reinvest.”

By the time you added gas, groceries, utilities and other stuff, there was not a lot left to save after she got her paycheck. "I understand how you feel Rose." Jessica replied as she tried not to roll her eyes. She was still sitting on the couch with her legs crossed as she munched from the bowl of popcorn which was on the table. She really did not understand how Rose felt. Jessica had a trust fund from her grandparents, and had gained access to it when she turned twenty one. It had been a substantial sum of money, which should have given her at least seven years of comfortable living. Plus Jessica didn’t go to college so she didn’t need to worry about student loans.

“Could you please send me your details? You know for your service. You don't know how much you've done for me.” Shrugging her shoulders, she smiled. “I know. The people kidnapped are Cara Pierce and Mason Pierce. She is the daughter of the late Alexander McQueen and wife of Jason Pierce, one of the youngest billionaires in the country. You are Jason's best friend and you guys are trying so hard to keep this matter away from the public. So yes, I know, you don't have to pay me. I'm always happy to help.” Evans stood, amazed at her attitude. He watched her as she walked away in a carefree manner. Determined not to let her go without keeping a connection, he ran after her again.

Cruz asked but Jessica was mute as she stared at him in disbelief. "Oh, you can't talk now? Don't worry, I will help you. You're Jessica Vegas, the only child of Sean and Monica Vegas who has never even taken an IQ test because there is nothing significant about you to test. After 27 long years of your life, you could only brag of is a master's degree yet you can't get yourself a proper job of being a teacher. This old news might be new to you but I was the reason you were able to retain that job of yours after the ruckus you caused online. And now, you've lost the job even with your degrees. But you're lucky you've got me. I made you popular, didn't I? Just by searching up your name on WeCo

If she could, she'd wear all of her jewelry just to show off how rich she was. "Oliver, the fact that you canceled the wedding yesterday has humiliated our darling Jess! Tell me, how are you planning to resolve this matter?" Jessica's father, Eugene Fletcher, let out a soft cough. He added, "That's right. Pride is the most important thing for young women nowadays. How is Jessica going to show her face in public after the mess you put her through?" If it weren't for me, Fletcher Group would've gone bankrupt five years ago. Ever since I saved Fletcher Group from bankruptcy with my investment, I became the biggest shareholder, which granted me the highest authority in the company.

"Who could be the owner of this luxurious car? I saw this car in my chart and it is worth Twenty-five billion dollars, people are rich in this country!" Jessica said to herself while patiently waiting for a cab to pick her up but the car didn't want to leave her front which made her wonder who could own the car. Just when she positioned her head to see for herself who owned the car, the car glass slid down and she saw Peter! "Hi, kidnapper!" He said but Jessica exclaimed "Goddamn it! What is he doing here?" She carried her luggage and started walking away but Peter continued driving after her while waiting for her attention.

After Kenneth gave her over ten thousand dollars, she would make up all sorts of excuses again. To him, Jessica had always been a simple and innocent woman. He didn't perceive her as someone materialistic. Thus, he didn't think of her that way. They were a married couple anyway, so his money was hers as well. It was just that he didn't have much money in his hands back then, and ten million dollars wasn't enough to run a company. Jessica would make excuses to take over every project too. His circumstances were rough, but he didn't even complain once. He even suggested paying her father a visit, but Jessica told him that it would be enough for her to look after her father because Kenneth was

Hearing Philip's cold voice, George’s heart suddenly thumped wildly. If he remembered correctly, Juan Parker used to be Philip’s friend and had messed with Philip before. He still dared to mess around? “Please hold on. I can get the information immediately.” George gave a few orders to the assistant beside him, who quickly came to stand beside George while holding a laptop. “Young Lord, Juan Parker has some influence now. Most of his businesses are concentrated in the investment and entertainment industry. He knows many people in the underground world. He holds a listed investment company, and the boss behind the scenes is a woman named Yana Young.”

He went and wore the apron she put off. Jessica picked up her keys off the table and then went to the garage where numerous cars were parked. Her husband was quite rich and she wasn't poor herself. Yes, her brother was a billionaire but she was a self-made Millionaire. She started her fashion business at a small age and it picked up very quickly. Even Donovan knew that his sister was quite the brains and they got that side from their mother. The woman was smart-ass, brilliant and disciplined. Soon, she got to Donovan’s house. *

I had kept such a low profile that, aside from the preschool principal I worked with directly, nobody else knew my real identity. It was obvious these people were all on Kenneth's side. After taking several deep breaths, I suppressed my rage. "Kenneth, that suit you're wearing is an Armani spring limited edition, worth eighty-eight thousand dollars. The watch on your wrist is a Vacheron Constantin, worth two hundred thousand dollars. The shoes on your feet are a Berluti seasonal limited edition, worth fifty thousand dollars." I stepped closer to him and asked, "You're a preschool teacher making eight thousand dollars a month. Where did you get the money to buy all this? Or maybe… these thing