Michael Constantine Net Worth Novels & Stories

To break the silence, Beth spoke again. “Um… I heard Michael is back? Saw it on the class group chat.” “Mmm. He is,” I said. “Encountered him a few times. Nothing much.” She leaned forward a little. “I heard he’s rich now. So his life abroad paid off?” I snorted loudly. “You believe that?” I scoffed. “Michael was never poor. He just wanted to play with my heart, my body, my mind… and run away. His family is among the top ten wealthiest in the country.”

It was so easy to make money! Michael seemed excited too. The most money he had ever seen in his life was 500 thousand. He had never seen such a huge amount before. Lewis asked, "Can you release her now?" Michael snapped out of his excitement and tightened his grip on Josephine. He said, "Not yet. If I let her go, I won't be able to escape." Lewis sneered, "I came alone. What are you afraid of?" "Who knows if you've arranged backup hiding in the shadows?"

Letting out a long breath, she turned around and asked Philip, “The Michaels want to stop investing in Beacon.” So that was the problem. Philip heaved a sigh of relief and said, “Don’t worry, I can solve that problem for you.” Wynn hesitated. “Tell me honestly, Philip, can you really help me?” Philip patted his chest and said, “Of course. Have you forgotten who I am?” Wynn nodded and then shook her head, saying worriedly, “But the enemy this time is the Michaels family from Golden City. They are among the 100 richest families, and they are worth almost ten billion in assets.”

Later, the girl dumped him because she was revenging against him for breaking a lot of girls’ hearts. Since then, he has never dated or slept around. He is 5’5 feet tall and his net worth is two hundred million US dollars. He is thirty-two years old, and he likes playing extreme sports. Fourth, Ron Taylor. He is thirty years old and he is 5’6 feet. He became the CEO of Taylor Group of Companies at twenty-five. Since then, the company has reported a net worth of two hundred and fifty million US dollars. His social life is very little known as he rarely interacts with people. He has a cold personality and a slight disliking towards women. He has a complicated relationship status as others thin

Andrew looked at Theo and everyone looked at Theo waiting to hear his choice. He looked at his tablet and locked it, turning it upside down. "Sold to Michael Jefferson for forty million!" Perfect! I smiled as I pushed the gearstick to reverse and drove out of the building, hearing Mike call out my name while the others screamed. Making a short U-turn, I waved and sped down the street seeing Mike run after his car. Who's forty million richer tonight!

I run my thumb over the embossed letters like they might reveal some hidden truth, or at least a way out. GABRIEL HUNT Founder & CEO, Hunt Capital I g****e him on my cracked phone. Battery is at 11%. The screen is so damaged I have to tilt it sideways to see the text through the spiderweb fractures. The results load slowly, the circle spinning while the train rattles through the dark tunnel. Then I wish they hadn't. Net worth: $4.7 billion. My vision blurs. I blink, hard, and read it again. Billion. With a B.

"Constantine. Cardinal of the Church of Holy Illuminati. Got into an argument with the higher-ups of the church five years ago and was even said to have battled fiercely against the judges sentencing him. He was expelled from the church by the Pope, but not stripped of his title and powers as Cardinal. He's been wandering the world after that and entered Dasha two years ago." "He was allowed to enter the country?"

Adam smashed the paper in his hands towards Rufus. Rufus picked up the paper curiously, but his eyes widened as he saw the figures; the document that Adam had thrown towards him had details of all the properties owned by Michael. There were three properties including the one where his mistress, Jane Hunt and their children lived; these were valued at 160 million. This was enough to pay off both his and Michael’s debt. “Son, didn’t you….” Rufus looked at Michael in disbelief; his son had previously told him that he didn’t have anything under his name other than the house that his mistress and kids were living in.

"Not really. I've got it set up so fans can send me money if they want to, but I earn like, less than ten bucks a week. Can't live off that. Nah, I need a sugar daddy." "Couldn't you tell all those people who like your photos that you’re looking for a boyfriend?" Michael almost dropped the box he was moving as he leveled the biggest "are you serious" stare he could muster at his friend. "I take it that's a bad idea...?" "Terrible idea!" Michael went back to stacking boxes. "Online, I'm 'Mr. Perfect.' I live in a candy colored world of perfect hair and clothes 24/7. That's what people want to see. They don't want to know I'm some thirsty twenty-something who gets all grimy slinging boxes for

No matter how rich his family was, they would never let him spend three billion on wooing a woman. “Can you?” Kaze pointed at Lambert. Lambert scoffed. “The Webbers have a long history. Three billion isn’t even one-tenth of my family’s total assets.” “So no.” Kaze then pointed at Micheal. “What about you?” Micheal kept quiet. He was the CFO of Maple Corporation and had access to a large sum of money. Three billion was not a lot to him but he was unable to fork out that much money alone.