Novel & Cerita Malcolm Butler Career Earnings

"$160,000. Bonuses separate." Eugene answered immediately. Speaking it aloud made his stomach twist with pain. $160,000 for the first year. $175,000 for the second year... Over $200,000 by the fourth year. He had just thrown it all away right at the finish line. And judging by Martino's presence, the cause was ultimately the blonde murderer, Valentine. First he puts a gun to my head and makes me suck his dick, and now he's cost me the job I've worked my entire life for?

"Nonetheless, I'm having some financial difficulties now, Hunter, and it'd be great if you can help me out a little, but if you can't…" Malcolm's laughter suddenly turned sinister. "Then I have no choice but to expose everything you did in the past to the media in exchange for some money to feed my family."

"How much!" "More than a million dollars," he leaned forward and stared into my eyes before grinning. "The innocent good girl looked at her father's condition. She pitied me unlike the daughter of yours that has been running after a man for over the years," he snarled through his teeth before sending me a mocking snort and my heart tugged so bad. "She promised to get me a position in her office. Do you know what it means? I, Malcolm Jenkins, will be working for a billion-dollar fortune."

And, as of that time, Zack and Marshal were business partners, I don't know about now, but I hope not. "Mr Malcom Voss," Vin Marshal called. Malcom Voss is the third richest. He has been running his business since the 90s. He was my dad's business rival, but fortunately for my dad, He surpassed him. "Mr Rowan Mercer" The next person was called. Rowan Mercer was one very arrogant man. His wealth was for the camera. He was a businessman, but most people think he was a social media influencer. Well, I don't blame him. He was handsome and rich. Wealth was definitely not for everyone. I hated him.

A merman who taught himself from books could hack a corporate system, launder money, and even handle taxes on the side. The 10,000 dollars I'd spent didn't buy a defective merman. I bought a money-making machine with a built-in legal advisor. Every last worry in my chest evaporated. I stood and walked over to him. Mimicking his earlier gesture, I reached up and gently wiped the little bit of flour off his face. "Malcolm." "Yeah?" "From now on, don't touch anyone else's accounts without my permission, got it?" "Got it." He nodded without hesitation.

He looked up at me, smiling. "Are you sure about that? Maybe you should read further," he stated smiling. "Malcolm put you up to this. Just tell him, I have no interest in signing this," I spat. "I think you've been living under a rock for a long time. I bought Lani Ventures from Malcolm Blake, long before you arrived in California. I came here because the company seems to have an association with your name. But since you are not interested in it, I'll take it to someone else," the man stated and rose from his seat.

Diane walked in the newsroom showing some pictures from the big screen beside her. At the hotel Malcolm and Nancy began to realize the news about the company where Malcolm, who was contracted to be a commercial star, they began to be surprised to hear the news. "Total unpaid salary is 50.000 dollars. The fact it says… that the company paid one million dollars to hire a golfer" Diane informed the public "before spending that much money on the company's image, doesn’t that they should wipe the tears of anger of employees who worked hard for company? That's all from News Night, with me Diane Lockhart" Diane conviced confidently and closed News Night in a dazzling manner.

It turned out that a billion dollars was an insane amount of money. Between that $100 million, and the residuals he would keep earning from his tech patents, it was more than enough to maintain a comfortable lifestyle. He was keeping the Majestic although the property taxes were significant. He also gave each member of the crew a massive seven-figure bonus. “I know this means I’ll lose a lot of you,” he said while addressing the crew in the dining room, “but I don’t care. I want all of you to be happy, even if that’s somewhere else.”

“Sorry, sorry. I really don’t know that a chairman’s secretary is paid so much. My husband won’t be able to do it. I’m so sorry, Mr. Kersey. I didn’t know at all. I wouldn’t have come asking for the favor if I had known!” Mikaela was being truthful. If she had known that the annual salary was this much, she would never dare to mention it. It was already questionable whether the boss of Donald’s current company could make 315 thousand dollars in net profit per year. In other words, Donald’s boss would not even qualify to be the general manager’s secretary, and Donald himself wanted to be the chairman’s secretary?

Something occurred to her, and she added calmly, "I can promise you—her illness can be cured. Your money won't be wasted. These past weeks, you've been running around finding doctors for her. That can't have come cheap, either." She ticked off the points like they were items on a receipt. "That 100 million covers compensation for the divorce, damage to this shop, mental distress for Mr. Malcolm and Matty... Nate's future... and Kelly's life. Carter, this deal isn't a loss for you. Wouldn't you agree?" His dark gaze lingered on her face. After a beat, the corner of his mouth lifted. "You drive a hard bargain." Sharon gave a faint smile. "For someone like you, anything that can be solved with