Kyle Rittenhouse Millionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

In the entire Quill City, there were not many big shots with that much cash! The funny thing was that “poor folks” like them just tried to threaten Alex Cohen, a multimillionaire, with their tens of millions of dollars in assets, which was tantamount to f*cking making a fool of themselves. It was just like a thug holding a brick to provoke a SWAT officer holding an assault rifle - a typical death wish. Not just one or two shareholders were as frightened as the round-faced shareholder. Except for Alex, Hunter Yates, and Gunner Young, everyone else was stunned.

Lionel laughed even more, until he let tears run down the corners of his eyes. "Oh, sir, I see that money is not really a problem for you. Do you have any idea how much the poor receive when they are away from some work? It's not a fortune. It's not even enough to put food on the table and keep the bills up to date. Have you seen the state of my house, you are seeing my own state, and do you think I would have money to pay someone and keep my daughter in captivity? Never. It is very likely that I would remain in captivity, if that meant having food or no bills to pay.”

Yeah he was a CEO, but he still wasn't that much of a big deal in Mr Harper's eyes. Mr Harper didn't just own a restaurant, he owned some other businesses, and his Networth was 4.2 billion dollars, so it was strange that someone as rich and important as him could bow to a CEO like Liam. Infact, Liam was the one who should be bowing to him. "What's going on? I thought you said he is a poor man, then why is that old man showing him so much respect." Mila's boyfriend asked her with a surprised expression.

I'm not a violent man by design but I have been known to lose my temper and have been told it's not a pretty sight. Well Clifton Sanders was in for a treat because I don't think I've ever been this pissed in my fucking life. It was still early in the morning and the few houses on the dead end street were quiet. I know that there were mostly retirees in this neighborhood and that will work in my favor. I didn't stop to think, just kicked the door in and went right in. He wasn't upstairs but laid out on the couch in the living room. The noise from the door breaking must've woken him because he fumbled around trying to reach his gun on the side table.

"Is he a millionaire? So am I?" No, I thought, the word a silent scream in my head. He's a billionaire that just sent five million dollars as a down payment on kicking you out of my house. He's the only one powerful enough to keep my dad out of this, because money alone can't help him right now, but connections can. Connections you don't have. The reality of it crashed down on me, cold and absolute. Sean was a child playing in a sandbox, and Lucien owned the entire beach.

“My models are done. Dr. Mehta wants co-authorship.” His face lit up in that quiet way he had now. “That’s huge. Congratulations.” We ordered a simple dinner: grilled chicken and vegetables. No takeout every night. While we ate, he told me about Ben sketching with Gloria again and how the kid asked better questions than most professionals. I told him about Claire’s visit and the bridge onesies. “No big scenes,” I said. “Just closing chapters.” Julian set his fork down. “Richard called me on the way home. He wants to meet tomorrow. Just us. Says he has proof the money was for ‘business development.’”

The click of the front door closing broke the silence of Miguel’s house. I heard the vehicle’s engine drive away, and a strange chill went up the back of my neck. I was alone in the house of a man I barely knew. I sat on the genuine leather sofa in the living room, which looked like it came out of a magazine, and felt as if I were in my old home, where I lived with my parents for years. I had spent the last few days being assaulted, which, ironically, threw me into the arms of a man whose life was a locked book. Miguel was careful, intense, and, now I knew, rich. A billionaire.

I did laugh and he ended up smiling. "You make me feel worthless." He said with a shake of his head. "Woman, every other woman in this country knows me like the back of her hand. How come you never heard about me before!" "Maybe because... I was married." I laughed again. "Valid point but..." Kyle faked a huff. "I'm the youngest wealthiest man in Eastonville. How couldn't you not know me? I'm the Kyle Panther. Everyone knows about me." "Did you just say Panther?" I stopped laughing and stared at him.

At that moment, Kyle and his parents were all stunned. They had initially thought that they would not get the two million dollars. Who would have thought that Helen’s poor son-in-law would transfer two million dollars to Kyle directly? “Tyr Summers, what are you doing?” Kyle asked. He repeatedly counted the number of zeroes on the figure. His body was shaking excitedly.