Magnus Walker Net Worth Novels & Stories

Wilbur glanced at it, and he operated the transfer through his phone to transfer the money. His bank accounts were basically without spending limits, as long as there was money in the bank cards. He had been busy recently, so he earned quite a lot of money. He definitely had over one billion dollars to spare. Magnus took his phone out after a moment and saw that he had received one billion dollars. He laughed and said, "I see. So, you found yourself a sugar daddy. Alright, I'll release Dom Shandon after the press conference." "Deal. I hope this ends as soon as possible," said Wilbur.

“I’ll settle for a meager ten million dollars. That’s pocket change to someone like Magnus Ashwood.” Ash burst out laughing. “Ten million? Are you crazy? You’re not getting a dime if that’s the kind of check you’re looking for.” Aunt Margot bristled. “You don’t know me, young man. I need funds to maintain my lifestyle. If my whore of a sister hadn’t gotten herself pregnant out of wedlock and left me with her bastard, we wouldn’t be in this position. You have no idea the amount of money I’ve spent on Thea over the years.”

He really made a difference in the last six years and look at me, I am my same old loser self. I was never worthy of being with him, nor am I now. Not that it matters because he is probably dating a Russian chick who looks like someone out of a fairy tale. I accidentally clicked on his net worth and my eyes popped out when I saw the amount. 3 billion dollars? Damn! He is much more successful than I realized. No wonder my payment for one month is so high. He must have all the girls throw themselves at him. After I went home, I binged and watched all his interviews like a crazy stalker. He looked so confident and icy calm in each one of them. The media has nicknamed him as the 'Ice King'.

"He doesn't say much about thoes two." "Yeah he doesn't.... It isn't what he would enjoy talking about when the memory was a painful one." "You're different, how do you even stay close to Jason?" She asked. I shrugged. "It wasn't an easy thing to do but he pays me well enough not to quit. To tell you the truth I was really close to quitting but....." "You couldn't and you don't know the exact reason you stayed. You keep telling yourself it for the money, you need for your family but you know in your heart that it isn't." She finished my sentence like she knows me.

Kenneth shook Taylor's hand, saying, "Are you in college, Taylor? What course are you taking." "Civil Engineering," Taylor responded. "He is Governor Carrington's grandson," Charlie added. Kenneth furrowed his brow. He did not respond and simply typed something on his laptop. After a while, he said, "Douglas Carrington, with an estimated net worth of ten billion dollars, has a nut plantation as his highest income-generating business. He is also known for his nature preservation campaigns. As for your father, Grayson West, he has offshore investments worth millions. Not bad."

The second entry: Ethan Carter. Ethan Carter, Male, Alpha, Silvercrest Holdings. Estimated Net Worth: Over 15 Billion Credits. Contact Path: Restricted. My face flushed with a mix of heat and shame. "Is Ethan... really that wealthy?" I asked, taking a sip of water to steady my trembling hands. "That’s a conservative guess. His actual hoard is likely much larger," Brandon answered confidently. "He built Silvercrest Holdings right as the digital age hit the Kingdom. Every time someone in Valeria logs onto the network or watches a hockey stream, he gets a cut. He is the economy."

High-ranking pack elders never hand out massive fortunes without bloody strings attached. Just as I anticipate, Magnus folds his hands over his cane, his posture towering over my bed in a posture of supreme condescension. "I believe twenty million credits is more than enough to repay your sacrifice on behalf of Idris and the pack. I expect you to be sensible enough to recognize your place. Saving a bloodline heir does not make you special, nor does it grant you passage into our royal house." Magnus fully expects me to gasp, grab the credit card, and weep with gratitude over such an unimaginable fortune.

Investment companies. Consultants. Charitable foundations. But every trail eventually curved back toward the same network. Margaret. Elena picked up one document. “This payment was made two weeks before Laurent Holdings reported its first major loss.” Marcus nodded. “Forty-eight million.” “And this one?” “Twenty-six million.” Elena looked at him. “Where did it go?” “A company called Vantage Meridian.” “And who owns it?” Marcus pushed another file toward her. “That's the problem.” Elena opened it.

She turns and attempts to run away but is stopped by two men whom I assume to be Carlo's men. "Mr. Knight, she isn't the lot to be auctioned. The hall is." He says in a tone which disagrees with his own words. He's making losses. He might act tough, but definitely won't disagree to my offer at the end. "51 million." I seem to be the only one bidding now. Everyone sat, watching me bid for what I truly want. Well, I already knew who the winner will be before coming here. It's no guess. "Boss. We didn't budget for this. We've passed the maxi..." Seth whispers and I shut him up again with my index finger.

How will we ever thank you for this? He laughed. I guess you really don’t know his worth? What do you mean? Dad, stop, she doesn’t care. You’re taking this too far. But she should know. He turns to me, Adira, and Magnus is a billionaire. I looked at him. Then back to his dad. It doesn’t mean anything to me, Mr. Unds. I grew up in a royal pack, never needed anything fancy, and I won’t need it now. If you really are serious about investing in building, I will definitely make it my project.