Max Thieriot Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Oh my God! I am feeling frustrated! I mean I love her, the way she dresses, how sophisticated she is, her angelic face, the way she speaks, she sounds so nice and her accent. I love her British accent! And now I will find out that she's into Travis Forger too! Now, I am starting to hate her!" "Isn't her family the owners of one of the big fast food chains here in the Philippines?" One of them nodded again. “No wonder the Forgers promised one of their children to the Madrigals! The latest news is that the net worth of the Madrigals is already at eight hundred million." My eyes widened from what I heard! "But the Forger's network is already at $1.8 billion, and is still unbeaten." Travis' we

She pulled her phone out of her pocket with the resolve that the sooner she got started the better. He had a rather minimal Wikipedia page. Brayden Charles Maxwell. “Charles is his middle name,” She told Dino. Born January 8, 1993 to Grant and Faith Maxwell, the second of three sons. “He’s four years older…” Meredith kept reading. She read that his mother was in an accident when he was sixteen and died not too long afterwards in the hospital. There wasn’t much more on that. It seemed to be very vague with the information that was disclosed. “Ah, here we are. Net worth… 5.7 billion…” Meredith gasped and slowly closed her eyes then opened them again to see if the screen would tell her it had m

Placing the coffee on the table and passed me the Ipad, which I immediately swiped open. I could see the golden grin formed on the corner of his lips as I checked in with the news. TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD, BILLIONAIRE/ BUSINESS TYCOON. ZANE CREED HAS BEATEN THE LIKES OF NATASHA TAYLOR, RICHARD MOFURE, MOHAMMED KUMAR, AND OTHERS TO BECOME THE NO. 1 BUSINESS TYCOON IN THE WORLD WITH NETWORTH US$200.5 BILLION. ZANE IS KNOWN AS THE FOUNDER OF AINSOFT AND WHITE ORIGIN ( THE WORLD'S LARGEST GAME COMPANY). Click here for more info...

I did. A spark of curiosity, a rare, flickering flame in the chaos of my life, ignited within me. Thompson. Who was he, really? I found myself opening my browser, typing his name into the search bar. Net worth. Profile. Whatever the internet had to say about him. The results stunned me. His immense wealth, his vast influence, his sheer stature in the business world. "Wow," I murmured aloud, tracing the dizzying numbers on the screen. "He's probably on the same level as Lucian Knight. Way, way higher than Zion."

I raised my eyebrow at her, wondering what she was so happy about. "Check this out," she said as she took out her phone and played a video. "billionaire Xander King has made it big. his network surges from a whopping twenty-five billion dollars to seventy-five billion due to the investment he made recently with a trading company called forte trade. it's shocking to see how much money he made in such a small amount of time and knowing that he only has a five percent share in the company, I'm sure by tomorrow he'll be running from the press who wants to interview him. good move, Xander Laura Lee, reporting for CBS." My eyes became wide at the mention of figures that my network had gone up too.

She had never met the famous billionaire CEO before but she'd seen his pictures severally on the television and in magazines. He even had a section dedicated to him on the tabloids where his weekly activities as the co-CEO of Sheraton Group of Companies were discussed. His father was the famous Gary Hamilton, who was popular for being among the richest businessmen in the city. Sheraton Group of Companies had grown over the years to surpass even the companies it had come to meet, SkyNet being one of them.

I said and added some anger to my voice. "easy Tasha, easy, don't judge me quickly," Erik said with the calmest voice in the world and that made my blood boil even more. "then go ahead and talk." I said "someone paid me more." "who would pay you more than 3 million dollars for an old and destroyed factory." I asked him. "his name is Charles Salvator, the man is a billionaire and he paid me 6 million, and I__ I ended the call, and fear crept into me I looked at Ella. "what is it?" Ella asked, "Tasha, what is it?"

And the second the door shut, I locked it again and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. What the hell was I going to do? I opened my laptop and typed in the only thing I remembered. Zane. Jogger. Tall. Dark hair. Grey eyes. That wasn't much to go on, but I was a Roothmoore. We didn't quit. After some serious digging and maybe a little hacking help from an old friend who owed me a favor. I found him. Zane Stonehart. CEO and founder of Stonehart Dynamics, one of the fastest-growing tech security firms in the country. Worth billions. Philanthropist and private. The man had more walls than a prison. And apparently, enough money to buy twenty countries.

I calmly said, looking at him. Max responded with disdain, "Not much, just five or six million in profits. It's not even enough. I wasted seven years being a simp for you, earning less than a million a year. Too little, don't you think? Consider everything I've done for you over these seven years. Don't you think I deserve more?" "How much do you think you're worth?" I asked with a cold smile. "The 1.5 million in investments? The house in my name? Oh, and the villa my parents left me."

I followed the trail of her finger and felt my breath hitched in my throat for a few seconds as I quickly read that particular line. Tristan. A. Richardson's net worth from what we can be able to put our hands on is:$150 billion dollars. I gulped after staring at it for a few more seconds, this man is hella rich, so rich, too fucking rich, what the fuck? "Oh my gosh, Snow has hit a money bag!!!!!" Christie cried out with so much enthusiasm tingling her voice as she bounced on her knees on the bed beside me. I rolled my eyes as I scrolled down to where there was more pictures of him everywhere. Of course Christie was going to say that, she didn't know about the whole mortification scene that