Max Thieriot Net Worth Novels & Stories

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

Griffith gave her a cold look, and she snorted. Griffith deliberately moved a bit farther away to make the call. Charlotte lay on the sofa and found a bag of unexpired beef jerky under the coffee table, so she tore it open on the spot. Meanwhile, Griffith had already started making the call. She listened with perked-up ears while searching for information about Griffith's net worth. She couldn't find information about hidden assets, so she directly checked the stock price of the Wilson family, which gave her the shock of her life. Just Griffith's current stock holdings amounted to 13 billion dollars. And he had offered her half of his net worth earlier!

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

Zoe lowered her head and stared at the cheque. Disasters befell her family last year. Someone pressed charges against her older brother and he was detained. The sudden onset of her father’s illness meant they were bleeding more than a hundred thousand dollars every month. Her stepmom, Mia, grumbled about how she should’ve gotten more money from Mason every time she went back. “Mason’s the director of Lockwood Pharmaceutical Group. His net worth is more than hundreds of billions of dollars. You’re his wife. Doesn’t that mean his money’s as good as yours?”