John Wayne Gacy Net Worth Novels & Stories

Wayne patted Alex's arm, hurried across the road, and drove away. Alex saw that Wayne was driving a Rolls-Royce Ghost with a market price of at least 4 million, which basically confirmed that Wayne indeed was a recluse tycoon. In the wake of his curiosity, he took out his phone to search the city's rich list and found that the first place's net worth exceeded 50 billion. This also meant that Wayne Larson's net worth also exceeded 50 billion. Alex himself, in the blink of an eye, had become the city's wealthiest rich second-gen!

Stacy widened her eyes in excitement "Holy fuck!.... that's Gary's kid!."She gasps, coming over to sit beside Hazel and handing her a glass cup. "Does that ring a bell?.". Lesley mused, holding her cup as Stacy poured wine into it. "Nope dearie.... it sounds a trumpet actually." Lesley chuckled and took a sip of her wine. "Gary Gaughtier is Newyork idol!. He owns over half of the state's companies around." Lesley bats her lashes.

She couldn't believe what she saw. "what the fuck!" Ruth yelled. He gave her a check of 15,000 dollars. She checked it to know if it was fake and it seemed legit. It had watermark and every other thing. Her head was spinning, so she sat down on a bench at a bus stop and started googling Kennedy Zagon. Business man, Ceo of Zagon, Investor, Real estate. Net worth $5 billion. "Oh my Gosh. I just fucked a billion dick." She said to herself. She brought the check, look around and examined it again before making her way back to her house.

All three had seen the news online. Amanda now knew that Joey was responsible for what happened that morning. Joey, she narrowed her beautiful eyes. She was indeed ruthless. She wanted to kill her and Hannah! Riley, surprised by the amount of dirt exposed on the Parker family, asked, "Sis, do you think Gavin is finished this time? And he even set up a harem for himself. This man is such a scumbag." Amanda leaned back on the sofa in a leisurely manner. She put her phone on the table before saying, "No, Gavin has assets worth over a hundred million. By selling some of them, he can cover the bank's debts. He just won't be as rich as before, but he'll still be a rich man."

He still earns over 200k a year, even though his job takes almost no skill at all. Meanwhile, my very impressive, all encompassing job pay is less than 300k. I’m doing about four times the work for only a little more pay. At least I’m being smart with my money with investments, real estate and all that. That’s what paid for this whole trip. Jake on the other hand… Golden Child syndrome. A spoiled playboy who gets whatever he fucking wants. He better not fuck this up for me. I could see him tipping off the paparazzi out of pure spite. I can only hope he does no such thing.

He held my stare for a beat, then breathed out, the sound more like surrender than he probably liked. “You inherited, shares and property worth billions, I’d guess. Your cash accounts were well over five hundred million when your parents died,” his voice stayed flat. “Half your investments were left in trust. It’s grown considerably. You have controlling interest in three family companies, minority stakes in ten or twelve more, and a personal portfolio Webber manages. Plus, properties. Art. The usual. I’d hate to guess what you’re worth in total.” My pulse skipped. Five hundred million in cash alone, not counting property and shares. Fawn hated to think what Cassie’s total net worth was, but

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.

He returned with soup, sandwiches, and coffees. “Oh, this looks good. Did you get the bill for expenses?” “Yes, though you don’t have to pay me back.” Greta didn’t know what Eric did for a living. He was on vacation for a week. Vacations were expensive, and he’d just dropped his vacation to help her out with her work. “Why’s that? Are you a millionaire or something?” She joked before taking a bite of her sandwich. “I made my first million before I was eighteen. No, I’m worth closer to twenty-six billion. Or at least my company is.”