Michael Jace Net Worth Novels & Stories

I said, feeling the cool drink refresh me from the inside out. “Told you,” Bailey teased with a grin. We slowly shifted away from the drama with Sasha and started talking about other things, mainly me, which was a nice change of pace. “You’re so lucky, sis,” Bailey said, shaking her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe Jace spoils you like that. $750,000 just to buy whatever you want? That’s insane!” I couldn’t help but laugh, a little embarrassed by the amount of money Jace had given me. “It’s the least of it. He sends me money all the time, just because.”

In fact, to make him not lose his sanity on losing our club's profitable asset. I kindly offered him to take her for 1 billion, which superseded the money I most likely spent on myself. Even though I did not need to pay her. Michael forgot that I am a sick bastard. The money I offer and paid to him will most likely be back in my hands. He forgot I own Euphoria and Sin. It is one of my assets apart from the Moonlit Lodge and the number one tech company called Codex International Tech that its main is in London, my homeland.

I remarked, my gaze fixed on his face. "Because I flirted with you for a very long time and you showed no sign of mutual crush. So I decided to move on and party with girls who would offer their bodies to me without even trying hard," Jace said with a smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You know your master bought me for a million dollars. The guilt didn't let me think about your request. I couldn't even wrap my head around it." "And now? The million dollars has been refunded?" Jace shot back, dropping the cup in his hands as I shook my head in disagreement.

Jace wasn't just a mere shareholder, a partner or a single CEO, he was a conglomerate. One name after the other popped up on my screen. The companies were scattered across logistics, pharmaceuticals, tech, energy, and finance. At the moment, it felt like I was uncovering a hidden empire, and every thread led back to my husband. Reaching out for the bottle of water on my table, I uncorked it but I couldn't take a sip from it. My hand was still trembling slightly above the mouse as a cold realization washed over me. Jace Davenport wasn't just some wealthy CEO, he was powerful in such a way that if Dominic stood next to him, he was going to look like a dwarf.

Jace yelled back. I smiled to myself. I finally had the fine shit I’d been craving. I thought getting him all to myself would be hard, but money really does move mountains. Still… damn, he’s expensive as hell. In Just a few weeks since we met, done dropped billions on dumb shit—bought himself a fleet of sports cars, that ugly-ass Tesla Cybertruck I still ain’t got, diamonds heavy enough to sink a boat… unnecessary but cute. But he worth every penny. That arch, that grip—Lord. I gotta spoil my cupcake.

“Never know when you might need these kinds of people. They owe me a favor anyway. I gave them good stock tips. And I comped their stay in one of our hotels.” “I’m not even going to ask . . .” “Better that way,” Ash said cheerfully. “Not people you’d invite to Thanksgiving dinner anyway.” “I’m getting that,” Jace muttered. Ash’s expression became more serious. “How much money are we talking here?” “Five thousand.” “That’s all?” Jace sighed. “It’s a fortune to Bethany. As she said, it may as well be a million. She was going to fucking peddle to raise the cash.”

Jace shrugged. " Why didn't he just get it sooner though?" Michael asked. " He didn't know he'd lose his company so abruptly, " I answered," he knew from the beginning that the app was good for the company, but they didn't have money to fund the project," " Is that why he is with Love?" Michael asked. It crossed my mind when I saw them together. Could it be he's after Love's money? I didn't answer. " Do you have any information on Luis?" I asked Jace,

“We’ll get our revenge, Dee. We certainly will. Just tell me what I have to do to assist.” Together, Jessica and I turn the internet upside down, trying to find a means of getting to Mike’s father. Our efforts seem fruitless at first, because most articles describe him as reclusive. A ghost billionaire, that’s what one entertainment article calls him. He single-handedly built his company from scratch, and now CypherEdge Dynamics is one of the leading technology companies. It’s the kind of success story you read about in books or watch in biographical movies. According to the article I’m reading now, he’s forty-three years old. He hardly attends social events.