Madison Beer Net Worth Novels & Stories

Both of them started eating while chatting. “Babe, should I retire from the industry?” Aleister asked. Madison puts down her utensils and looks at him sincerely. “You shouldn’t be asking me that because it’s all up to you. Whatever your decision will be fine for me, I’ll support you always.” “It’s just that... I never wanted to be a celebrity from the very beginning and it’s tiring. I rather be managing my family’s business rather than being in front of the camera.” “Then just do it. I think it’s also good for you to do that since you’re now the superior leader.”

Driving in a porsche. Madison was on her way to her parents house. She hadn't seen them for what felt like forever and she couldn't wait to see them. Last time she saw them was her graduation. She had graduated with a honors degree in robotics from the University of Califonia institute of technology. Not that she was ever gonna use that degree anyways. She already had a job as a TV presenter and had hosted many extravagant shows and parties and had her own reality show and lots of fans at every corner not to mention all the brands and products that wants her to model for them. She was living her best life and she didn't need a degree for that.

I scrolled and scrolled. His net worth, according to Forbes, was fourteen point seven billion dollars. Billion. With a B. He was the founder of Blackwood Technologies. A company I had been hearing about for seven years. Because Tristan worked there. Tristan had been a marketing director at Blackwood for three years. Tristan had once spent an entire dinner party explaining to my mother who did not care what an honor it was to be in the orbit of someone like Damien. Damien. Like he knew him. He didn't.

"Madison. What are you doing here?" "Working, obviously." She made a show of examining her manicure. "Daddy's company has a partnership with Hartley Group. He thought an internship would look good on my resume." Her eyes narrowed. "The real question is what are you doing here?" "Same as you," I said evenly. "Working." "Really?" Madison's lips curled into a smirk. "Because the last I heard, the Ashford name was toxic. Your daddy's in prison, your family's broke, and you—" She paused for effect. "—you were the punch line of every joke in Manhattan."

"I have a plan, Jackson. But we need to wait until Image Copes Enterprise signs the partnership deal with Luke Richardson, the CEO of Madmus Real Estate." Jackson's eyes widened as he considered the implications. Luke Richardson was one of the wealthiest men in the world, with a net worth exceeding billions of dollars. He owned some of the most lucrative businesses globally, including Madmus Real Estate, one of the largest real estate companies in the world, and Britain Airways, a prestigious airline. Amelia's voice dripped with excitement as she continued, "Just think about it, Jackson. With Luke's resources and influence, we can crush Image Copes Enterprise and take control of the company.

Madison was there to extort them, too. She had previously cheated Sheena out of a large sum of money, but she spent the majority of it on her men. So she needed more money. "Fifteen million dollars? You think I can come up with that much money?" Sheena was angry. "I don't care. I'll sell her off if you can't come up with the money. And I'll reward them with you. I'm sure they'll like it," Madison said evilly.

They are giving you an opportunity to address their concerns. That was something, not much, but something. I nodded once and reached for my phone to have my assistant pull the Madison contact file. My father's voice stopped me. This is not a phone call you can charm your way through, Christopher. This is not a board meeting where you stand up and speak steadily and make everyone feel better with your composure. The Madison's are conservative people from conservative money and what they are seeing when they look at Golden Anchor right now is a CEO whose marriage just collapsed publicly while their investment was sitting in his hands.

She had been itching to take on the name Ziegler for ages, but Bella would not have it. "That's all you've got for me? Sorry, but my hands are tied," Madeline replied. She was about to end the call when Cilix's smooth facade cracked. "Madeline, hold on. Forget about me for a second. What about your mother's thirty million dollars? You're asking for thirty million, so you know full well that the Sanders Group isn't just my life's work—it's got your mother's sweat in it too. "Let me be straight with you, since this mess started, we've been hit with a wave of cancellations, from clients and factories alike.

"Marcus has been very busy these past few months, quietly acquiring shares through shell companies. Convincing your investors that the company needs new leadership." The restaurant seemed to tilt around me. Three years of my life, eighteen-hour working days, and my sleepless nights, of building something beautiful from nothing. All of it had been built on lies. "Why?" The word came out broken, barely audible. "Daddy’s little star, he gave you all his investments and left me with his dead milk factory because I wasn’t smart enough to run a Standard company," Maddie said, throwing air quotes. "Well, who is the smart one now?" Maddie laughed.

Madison asked. Phoebe sighed "story for another day, okay?" "Alright Alright" Madison smiled "So where do you work?" "Well, I own a fashion shop, and I am an investor and shareholder, and I own a hacker group" Phoebe smiled, and Madison reaction changed but was quick enough to revert it, She remembered when she herself was a CEO. After all the friendly chat, they exchanged phone numbers and other seemingly information before they parted ways. And then, Madison continued with her shopping. One ally gained, more to go.