Novel & Cerita Lauren London Net Worth

“We’ll follow the shadow.” And then he turned back toward the fire, watching it burn slow—like a memory refusing to fade. *** Lauren lay quietly on her bed, the room wrapped in stillness. Her phone buzzed beside her pillow. A message blinked across the screen: “You’ve gained a new shareholder.” She rolled her eyes. Not now. She had other things to think about—bigger things. Like the baby growing inside her. Lauren Fashion was thriving. Sales were strong. Her team was on trend. Her vision was coming to life, and profits were speaking. It was everything she had dreamed of.

Carter understood the importance of a courtesy gift and asked, "How much do you need?" Lauren looked him in the eye. "50 million dollars." Carter frowned. "50 million dollars?"

All she wanted was peace—but even peace, it seemed, came with a cost. For the next two weeks, she kept to herself, recovering at home. The drowning incident had taken more out of her than she admitted, leaving her body weak and her mind frayed like the end of a rope. She slept long hours and avoided the news, until the day she heard that the Laurent family had sold off that cursed plot of land—at a loss—for just $110 million. The sale had pushed them into financial disarray, forcing them to seek emergency financing. The Laurent name was slipping, and with it, Victoria's influence.

Liam said he didn't want to look like a bozo by not paying her back. Kimberly waved her arm in denial to Liam's request. "No, forget it, I have more than enough money to buy a new one… I'm the richest singer ever after all." Kimberly bragged, her left hand playing with her hair. And she was right about being the richest singer, her net worth was currently at 300 million dollars, and she was only 24 years old. "Anyways, I came here to see Lana, but she is not here, do you have any idea where she might be?" Kimberly asked, looking at Liam.

"Tiffany & Co. on Fifth Avenue. If we're doing this, we're doing it right. Big, public, impossible to miss." Lauren didn't turn to see if Liam was following. "Tiffany's." Lauren's voice came out strangled. "Wyatt, that's—that's insane. Do you know how much rings cost there?" "Don't care." He merged into traffic, one hand on the wheel, the other finding hers. "You're getting a ring worthy of you. End of discussion." "But—" "Lauren, I have more money than I know what to do with. My parents left me a fortune I didn't ask for and an investment firm. Let me spend some of it on something... someone, that actually matters to me. On you."

, I muttered, squirming excitedly. I called Laurene, "Hey, what's up" "Can you believe what I found out about Larry", "What did you figure out? Oh, he was lying about him having a child right". "No, he is Gerald Larry Kensington, one of the top richest billionaires". Lauren gasped, "Omg, Tiffany, you have hit the jackpot. I can see why he wasn't bothered giving you that amount. I am happy for you and please be careful". "I will, thanks". I cut the call. I went to my room to fold my clothes since I would be living with Larry.

I nodded and said, "I'm thankful to have Atlas in my life! I didn't anticipate such happiness." Then, I asked, "Actually, being with Oliver...you had a good opportunity to make money back then! Be frank, do you regret it?” Lauren shook her head faintly. "Honestly, I'm not interested in money. You might not believe me when I say this, but money is just a number to me. If I were interested in it, I would be wealthy, as quite a few people sent me money back then!" I completely believed her, as those people were pervasive.

"That way, the company covers gas and depreciation. I couldn't let you help me and pay for expenses too." Andrew chuckled helplessly. "Well, aren't you the practical businesswoman? Though, after investing five billion in your Rhodes family, what's a little gas money?" Lauren batted her long eyelashes playfully. "Oh, just consider that five billion as part of our wedding gift!" The pink Maserati screeched to a sudden stop, and Lauren looked at him with puppy dog eyes. She asked, "Dr. Lloyd, you're not angry about what I said, are you?"

************************************** Meanwhile, back at the famous St Lauren's Tea shop which is located in central London with a throng of customers popping in daily. Racheal, a tall slender woman with auburn hair pulled up in a ponytail and dressed in a black T-shirt with the St Lauren's Tea shop emblem on it and black jeans and leather boots. She has freckles dotted on her rosy cheeks and her lips were full and luscious. Her lashes were thick and long and her grey eyes were so engrossed on her phone that she paid no attention to the rather chubby lady hovering at her back. "Hmmm... Didn't know you're into girls Racheal" came the husky voice that made Racheal nearly drop her phone on the

You could say that it was and it is everyone's dream paradise mostly tycoons, magnates and celebrities. "Morning sir. Breakfast is served." My cook Marian came to inform me as I was seated on one of my sofas in the living room. "Did Liam come over?" "No sir. But ma'am Laurel did." Liam and Laurel were my best of friends since highschool and they were literally the only close friends I had. While Laurel is Hollywood's highest paid actress and most famous model, Liam is the heir of the Kingston enterprise, another Multi-billion dollar empire. They were the only ones that knew me in and out and we never for once lied to each other. We were always sincere with our feelings and our secrets. Liam