Lauren London Net Worth Novels & Stories

There was a short pause on the line, and that silence alone irritated her further. Then Harper spoke. “The ring she designed was auctioned off for two hundred million,” he said, his voice carrying quiet confidence. “She deserves the position.” Lauren froze for a second, her grip tightening around the phone. Two billion. The number echoed in her mind, refusing to settle properly. She knew about the auction. Still, it didn’t satisfy her. She let out a hot breath and began pacing slowly across the room, her heels clicking against the floor in uneven rhythm. “That still doesn’t explain everything,” she said, her tone sharper now. “Why did you give her the black card?”

she said, holding her nose as if she could smell the lower class on me. I scoffed, raising an eyebrow, “What do you want, Lauren?” With a flourish smile, she strode toward her bedside drawer her heels clicking against the polished floor like a metronome. Suddenly, she pulled out a check, the corners crisp and untouched. “I called you here to make you an offer,” she said, brandishing the check like a trophy, “This is a check of $80 million, enough to alter your miserable destiny. Take it and leave my son.”

She showered, ordered breakfast, and reviewed the address Drake had sent her. The headquarters of Laurent Global Holdings towered over the financial district, sleek glass and steel reflecting quiet authority. Victor Laurent was already in his office. Billionaire investor, Founder and Chairman of Laurent Holdings, he was known for precision and control. He valued time and discipline. He rose the moment Sabrina entered. “Dr. Vale,” he said calmly. “Mr. Laurent,” she replied. They shook hands. His grip was firm but measured. She sat and folded her hands together. “Before we begin, I owe you gratitude, but I also need honesty. Why did you intervene?”

She turned and I added, "Be careful." "I'm always careful. It's everybody else that I worry about." She smiled but it never reached her eyes. Then she was gone. Marcus locked the door and then faced me. "You do know this changes everything, right?" "I know." "Laurent's fortune is in the billions. You're officially one of the richest women on the planet." "I don't feel rich." "It takes time." He walked back toward the kitchen. "In the meantime, I have a meeting to prepare for."

"Fine. Think of it as charity today." I shook my head. Zoey let out a sharp shriek. "Are you insane? You filthy broke loser, you want twenty million? You think that busted bowl was made of gold?!" I shook my head again. Then, under their stunned gazes, I spoke, "Two hundred million." Silence fell instantly. Lauren's hand froze mid-air, as if she had just heard the joke of the century. "Do you even know what you're saying?" I nodded lightly. "And that's only because your last name is Hayes. Otherwise, you'd be paying much more than two hundred million."

Lauren is now currently staying in Viridian city at a 5-star hotel called J Paradise, he even got a discount as the manager of the hotel recognized him, even the owner of the hotel personally came to greet him, he had never imagined that being a league winner will affect his lifestyle this drastically, even though he had speculated this he was way off, the treatment he received was grander than he expected. Lauren 'I never would have thought I would be this famous in a lifetime, well I don't particularly hate this as I want people to know my name, my future plans depend on it' Lauren 'And now I have a lot of money with me, the system awarded me two hundred thousand on the quarterfinals, five

I laughed at Celia’s audacity and Gabriel’s foolishness. “If you are talking about monetary compensation, Ms. Ashford, which you are not going to pay from your pocket given the fact that you should instead of Mr. Westfield because you interfere with their relationship, Lauren spent a lump-sum amount of 34.5 million on buying herbs, different kinds of salts, oils, and expensive equipment important for the massage and other physical therapies given to Mr. Westfield, and as the f*e paid for learning all those techniques.” Lauren paused and took a deep breath before resuming putting everything that I did in the past three years in front of Celia.

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't even bother to take a last look at the expression on Winona's face and just got into her car. On the other hand, before Lauren left, she also regarded Winona with a meaningful look. With a mocking smile, she said sarcastically, "It's not an easy task to help you debut alongside the others. Heath, you need to teach her the ropes. Otherwise, she might embarrass the whole group after their debut." It went without saying whom she was talking about. Lauren was a producer working for one of the entertainment agencies under Lark Group. Someone had told her that Chelsea and Liesel were very close friends, which was why Lauren had intentionally pulled some

Like I said, she knew absolutely nothing about me. It was crazy how she was willing to work for me only because I was going to pay her handsomely. Don't get me started on how I even found that woman. Her name's Lauren Walker and she was a loner— I meant it. Every month, I would pay her around sixty thousands and she was happy. I mean, who would refuse good money?

Lauren advised me to stop working, for fear that the authorities would find out about the place. So I left with all the money and tips I had made, and started my own business in the slums because it was all I could afford. 4 years later, Mr. Laurent’s place has been shut down and S&S is the new Haven. Tonight, I’m dressed in a blue lacy piece underneath my pink silk jacket that stops just at the start of my scar. There’s no makeup on my face, no. The client requested heavily that I came as natural as possible. I couldn’t say no. Not after they paid a hefty 4 million dollars for one night with me. Two men. They weren’t Politicians, weren’t known Billionaires.