Novel & Cerita Kyle Rittenhouse Millionaire

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.

he said. "You said you wanted to talk," Julian said. "Talk." Richard's eyes moved to me, then back to his son. "I'd like to resolve this without litigation. The estate, the shares, all of it. It doesn't have to become a public spectacle." "You initiated the legal challenge," I said, we didn't. "A precaution. My mother's final months were difficult. I have reasonable questions about the circumstances of the will." You have reasonable questions about losing control of thirty billion dollars, I said. "Let's be accurate."

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.

He didn’t argue … he just drove me there in silence. Kyle didn’t work for the main Hartley company. He had his own firm … Hartley Private Investments. It wasn’t small in any way. The building was sleek and impressive, all glass and steel, with a reputation for handling high-net-worth clients and discreet deals. It was his empire, built in the shadows of his half-brother’s legacy. The receptionist looked surprised when I walked in. “Ms. Myles,” she said, standing up quickly. “I’ll let Mr. Hartley know you’re here.”

She's joking, obviously. Andrea and I looked at each other. She smiled, wanting to make Zandy proud. "You're wrong, Melissa, he can even feed your entire city. Miles's husband is a well-known Billionaire," Andrea defended. A very surprised look appeared on Melissa's face. "Billionaire? OMG! Who is this man? Does he have a brother? Can you introduce me to him?" She said as if desperate. "Stop it, Melissa, because maybe even Miles' husband's driver doesn't like you," Chad teased.

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 was still in a state of disbelief as he looked at the figure of two million dollars on his phone. Next to him, Sandra Lewis and Philip Cole seemed equally overjoyed. They could not believe that Tyr was foolish enough to give them two million dollars. “Kyle, we too are wealthy folks now. This money…” Philip said. “Dad, Mom, go home. I’m going to use this money for investment right now,” Kyle said excitedly. “Kyle, what are you investing in? Do you really need two million dollars?” Philip asked concernedly. “I promise that it’ll only take me a few days at most to get ten times the return with these two million dollars. By then, you’ll be living in a villa,” Kyle said.

“Look, I could have handled it without you going public with her.” Bullshit. He wouldn’t have done anything. He was drowning in debt. “I’m trying my best not to punch you right now,” he muttered. I sank into the couch, rubbing my temple. “Ethan, everything has been handled. The pictures and videos are gone.” He stared at me like he didn’t recognize me. “In just a few hours? What exactly are you involved in, Kyle?” I kept my expression blank. “What do you mean? I’m the CEO of Apex Holdings and a racer.”