Linda Evans Net Worth Novels & Stories

Every word Linda spoke conveyed Warren's trust in her and disdain for Evelyn. She was suggesting that he didn't even want to come in person to visit Simon. Evelyn could tell what Linda was thinking. A faint, cold smile curved at the corner of her lips. She took out her phone from her bag, looked at Linda, and said, "Is that so? Then, I should personally call Mr. Larkin to thank him for remembering my father's kindness toward him." After she finished speaking, she started pretending to make a phone call.

It was Linda. Evelyn’s stomach tightened, a sharp coil of unease. “You have nerve showing your face here.” Linda’s mouth curved in a faint smile, one that held no warmth. “You should thank me,” she said lightly, though her tone carried tension. “I am risking a great deal to speak to you at all.” “Why?” Evelyn asked, her words flat, cutting. Linda’s eyes glimmered in the dim light. “Because you are not the only one Claudia is after. She has begun moving money—through accounts I set up years ago. Accounts she assumes I no longer control.”

Linda Morris said, clearly angry at Mason's decision. "I'm sorry," I slightly nod at Linda Morris. "It's just business, no hard feelings." Everything was settled and now the Anderson shares belong to me. I don't know what Evans is going to do with that money he just got. But the next plan is to get that money back. A butler just made him rich. **** "Did you see the look on his face?" Max giggled as I drove us back to the pack house. "I'll pay any amount to see that look again."

I asked again, holding my breath. I couldn't believe it, but Lloyd nodded. In my eyes, Mrs. Evans was a cold, hardworking woman. She was a corporate lawyer just like Mr. Evans, and according to my father, they founded a large firm together. I often saw her car pulling into her garage after 9 p.m., almost every night. She often wore expensive designer blazers with various stylish outfits, accompanied by jewelry and bags that matched her clothes' luxury. In my view, she always appeared impressive with her seemingly modern and independent career.

“It’s not like that’s out of the realm of possibilities after all – La Louve is the most profitable fragrance company on the market, any number of hedge funds would be thrilled to invest.” “You know that this is crazy, right?” Linda grouses. “She would so much rather have you, Ethan. Not to mention Paisley.” “Believe it or not, I’ve heard all this from Matthew and Devon already.” I inform her stubbornly. “But I’ve made up my mind. I want the best for my family, and that’s not me.” Linda sighs, a heavy, beleaguered sound that makes it clear she thinks I’m being completely unreasonable. “Are there any updates on your condition?” She asks after a moment. “I mean is the prognosis still terrible?

Meanwhile, Mom had redecorated Linda's entire room with moonlight grass and fresh flowers, hoping the cozy scene would lift her spirits. As for Linda, she was simply lounging comfortably on the couch, holding up the dress against herself. Yet, even that tiny motion made everyone tense, afraid she might get hurt. My soul came back with her, too. This house was full of all my memories, but it felt cold and biting now. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I recognized the scent. It was my mate, Evan Davidson. Clad in his warrior uniform, he walked through the door carrying a small bag of supplements. He walked straight to Linda and said with concern, "Lucia, I heard that Linda was discharged today. I b

Realization dawned upon Eva. She felt much better about this and hung up. Nathan came to Eva when he saw her calm down. He patted her gently on the shoulder. “This is a good thing.” He looked at her adoringly and said in a low voice, “It's not a good practice to hype up Lane Enterprise in the first place. It’s just as well that your value fell slightly. Besides, a net asset of 60 to 70 billion makes you the richest woman in the country.” What?

My lips curled up in a sarcastic smile, “Oh! What do I stand to gain, Miss Linda” She looked surprised at my question, then sat up and smiled cockily, “I am the heiress of the Smallwood Enterprise and a well-known socialite. Marrying me will bring you advantages, like the land and you will have enough access to my country since you are married to me.” She said proudly then corked her eyebrow, “What do you think, Mr Nart?” I looked at her and a chuckle escaped my mouth. “If I remember clearly, Miss Linda, My Nart enterprises are worth hundreds of billions, while your family is only worth tens of billions. I think you stand to gain a lot from me.” I said with a calm face.

In fact, these five million dollars was made up of Elaine’s two over million dollars, including the two million dollars that Hannah had put in as bait. Linda was simply repeatedly lending the same five million dollars that Elaine kept taking and losing back to her. After a whole night, the fifty million dollars that Elaine got from mortgaging the villa was already lost. At this time, Linda told Elaine, “Sister Elaine, I am sorry, but it seems as though you have already used up the fifty million dollars that you got from the mortgage.”

I turned to Linda, “what do you want from her?” “I have this really great business idea but I need a small amount of money and the support of the company’s tech team to handle it. I need to be in charge of the whole thing if it’s going to work.” She spoke up, sounding as responsible as she could ever be. “By a small amount of money she means twelve million dollars.” Grandma chipped in and Linda shot her a glare. “What? Linda you squandered a whole lot of money in Paris and I am still paying off for all the expensive parties you threw and the rented properties that you destroyed over there.”