Margaret Avery Net Worth Novels & Stories

"I was the one who made the hard decisions, took the risks, and built this empire. I made all of you rich." I stopped behind Margaret Chen's chair. She'd been one of my biggest supporters from the beginning. "Margaret," I said, and she looked up at me. "When you joined this board eight years ago, you were worth what? Twenty million? And now?" Margaret cleared her throat. "Considerably more, Sebastian." "Try two hundred million," I said, moving on. "David Rothschild—you were about to lose everything in that real estate collapse. Who bailed you out? Who structured that deal that saved your entire portfolio?"

"So, you're Mrs. Bennett? I clearly heard you say earlier that the Matthews family kicked me out. Now suddenly you're defending them?" "I…" "Moral guilt doesn’t work on me. The Matthews family owes you, not me. Whether it's four million or two dollars, I’m not paying a cent." Margaret grew anxious. "You married the third Walker heir. How could you possibly not have money? The Walkers are worth billions! Even if he didn’t inherit the company, his net worth is easily in the tens of millions." "Tens of millions? You’re seriously underestimating him…" Adora smiled suddenly, voice soft and calm.

“Cancel all my meetings for the afternoon. I’m not to be disturbed.” I hung up and pulled up everything I could find about ETHEREAL. Revenue reports. Market analysis. Brand valuations. Five hundred million dollars. Her company was worth five hundred million dollars. Moore Enterprises was worth billions, yes. But I’d inherited most of that. Built on my father’s foundation and Margaret’s connections. Serena had built this from nothing. In eight years. In a foreign country. Starting with whatever scraps she’d left New York with. My phone buzzed. A text from Margaret.

You didn't come just to deliver a letter. Volkov's expression hardened slightly respect, perhaps, for someone who saw through his performance. "You're right. I came to offer information about Margaret's remaining assets. She hid approximately fifty million dollars in accounts I only recently discovered. As her father, I have access. I'm offering to transfer those funds to a restitution account for her victims, including your family." "Why would you do that?" Richard asked suspiciously. "You're known for keeping every dollar you can acquire."

"Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me." Margaret was attractive in the way that wealthy older women often were - well-maintained, elegantly dressed, and radiating the confidence that came from never having to worry about money. Her jewelry was understated but clearly expensive, and her manicured nails suggested someone who had never done manual labor. "Please, call me Margaret," she said, sitting down across from me. "I have to admit, I'm curious about your business proposal. Construction is an industry I've been considering investing in."

It was hard to tell, but the stare lingered long enough to be uncomfortable. “I see you’ve been… busy,” Margaret replied, her tone laced with something sharp and unspoken. Following Margaret’s gaze, Raina quickly realized the source of her displeasure. “Oh, this?” she began, lifting the bag slightly. “Aaron gave me about forty thousand dollars to go shopping for the event tomorrow.” Margaret’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I see,” she said. “And you accepted it? Spent it all without a second thought?” “Well… not all of it,” Raina said hesitantly. “The dress I bought was twenty-one thousand.”

she said, shaking her head. “Are we not done yet? I’m so tired I want to take a nap,” she complained, massaging her nape. “I don’t know why you’re even asking me to return that small amount. It shouldn’t be that much if you’re the CEO of Vanders Group. Just so you know, I earned ten times the ‘money’ you had in the bank before I let you have that position,” Margot added.

Mike said, "Hmm. Tammy must have told her." "Oh, Mr. Foster got our lawyers to sue the magazine," said Chad. "What was Avery's reaction after seeing the news?" "What do you think her reaction would be?" Mike asked rhetorically. "From what I know about her, I think she would want to return the money to Mr. Foster," said Chad. "But I don't think she will be able to come up with that amount of money in such a short period of time." "Hahaha! You got that right! However, she does not know how much money she has. She went into business not to make a profit, but to find something to do." Mike could not help but recall how lost Avery had looked when she had asked him how much money they had.

"Do not underestimate her intelligence simply because you've spent four years underestimating her character." A silence. "What do you want me to do?" Ethan asked. "I want you to make her an offer," Margaret said. "Generous enough that she takes it. Quick enough that she doesn't have time to build a case. A clean settlement, a confidentiality agreement, and she walks away." "And if she doesn't take it?" Margaret's voice was very quiet when she answered. "She will. She's been alone in this house for four years, Ethan. Women like that — women who've been made to feel like they have nothing — they take the money because they've stopped believing they deserve more."

Margot stared at Curtis with obvious disdain. She said, "I have plenty of money, so it doesn't matter how much I invest. I'll put my money into any big project, whether it makes a profit or not. My main goal is to dominate the entertainment industry and become a major player. This way, I can support Aunt Laura in the future." Curtis was at a loss for words. Alright, he didn't deny that Margot was indeed wealthy. She had a much higher net worth than Curtis did. With the wedding gift that the Morris family provided, she could live extravagantly for several lifetimes.