Novel & Cerita Michael Jace Net Worth

Someone transferred large sums of money from my account while I was fighting for my life in the Intensive Care Unit after that accident. “I don’t have the confirmation of that, Sir, but his mansion which was almost repossessed was miraculously settled around the time.” “That does not make sense. He was a CEO of Marco, I got him that job. Why would his mansion be repossessed?” Micheal was a bd still is being paid a lot of money for being the CEO of that company, which I now secretly own. He should have been able to pay off his own mansion. “He had and still has a gambling problem. It is being kept hush and out of the media, but two of his cars and the speedboat were repossessed last month,” B

Michael added, his voice softening. “You still owe me an explanation. Who are you, really?” Michael let out a long, heavy sigh. He knew the evasion had to end here. “As you can see, I am not a good man. My father is a casino mogul, and my mother’s family dealt in illegal arms. I inherited both. Ten years ago, my father began dabbling in narcotics and human trafficking. I was raised to command this blood-soaked business. This is my life, Luna.” “Do you never want to stop?”

Lacey stood in front of Victor and smiled, “Hello, Mister Cross, so, the agreement that you approached your wife with was three million dollars one mansion, the beach house and two cars. Is that correct?” Victor nodded, “Yes, it was.” Lacey asked, “Mister Cross, for the record, how much are you currently worth?” Victor took a deep breath and answered, “Approximately five-hundred billion.”

“That’s Ariana. The daughter of my rival.” I blinked at him, confusion sharpening into disbelief. “Is she like… struggling financially? Like middle-class-ish or… in debt or something?” His laugh broke the air. Low. Amused. Cruel. “Debt? Middle class? Hell no. Ariana was born into wealth. With a golden spoon. Literally. Why do you ask?” The sound of his amusement seared through me, hot and humiliating. My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles ached. This wasn’t funny. None of it was. Why the hell is Jace in L.A., standing there like some perfect fiancé to another woman?

"I mean, you paid for her services, but don't forget your father left her so much that she doesn't need the money she's getting from this." Jace scoffed as I took my seat next to him. I still didn't know why Father left her so much; I care less. "I hate the new Carlton," Jace continued. "For real, the old one was very sweet. This new one, with the G&K Group chairman title, being the second worldwide billionaire at the moment, sucks." He rolled his eyes. "It's not official yet, and who is the first?" I asked, one eyebrow arched. "Me, of course!" Jace flung his hands up dramatically.

His face, his empire, his legacy, all on display like a museum dedicated to his existence. "Oh my God, he owns this place," I breathed, stopping in front of one particularly striking photo. In it, Jace stood on what looked like a rooftop, the city spread out behind him, his expression thoughtful and distant. The photographer had captured something vulnerable in him, something I'd only seen glimpses of. I'd always known Jace was wealthy, but this? This was a different level entirely. This was the kind of wealth that bought politicians and silenced scandals. The kind of wealth that made people disappear if they became problems.

Slap was so hard that blood came out of the corner of his mouth. “Stop this. If you don’t want to help. Say no directly. Let’s go Michael.” Andria was angry now. “Don’t come in between us. I know you. What is your dad’s net worth? I know him. It is 400 to 500 million dollars right? He is just like a baby in front of me. My net worth is 15 billion dollars & increasing every minute. If you do talk like that with me again, I will make sure that your dad’s company gets shut down tonight only.” Jay ignored her & started hitting Michael.

He needs to know who is after his life and why? "I want 10 million. Can you come up with that Mr Bratkowski!?" After being quiet for a while, the man said with a smirk on his bloody face. "Done." Jace said. That made the man agape in shock. He was surprised at how easily Jace accepted his offer. He felt like what does he have to lose from telling him!? He can just use the money and leave for another city and start a new life over there. With that money, he could get any girl he wants at any fucking time.

I turned on my heel and walked toward the door. "Marcus, tell the men to increase the sedation slightly if she becomes too loud," I ordered. "And bring Nathan down here." Nathan rushed in a minute later, already holding a laptop. He had been busy. "Nathan," I commanded, pointing at Marcus. "I need you and Marcus to dig up everything you can about Jace. His full financial history, his social circle, his movements, his relationship with Leon, and any connections he could possibly have with Rhea. I want to know who is bankrolling him and who his real boss is. I want to know everything about this man, Jace."

"Here's how this is going to go, Ellie. Monday morning, we go to campus together. You're going to slide a diamond ring onto your finger, and we're going to tell everyone that our parents brought us together, and we fell in love in private. A devoted, sweet fiancée from my new family is exactly the distraction I need to prove Camille's rumors are just a bitter lie." "I’m your sister now Jace. Plus I'll never help you," I choked out, tears of absolute rage stinging the corners of my eyes. "I hate you, Jace and I will tell Richard." "Go ahead," Jace whispered, leaning down until his breath brushed against my ear, making me flinch. "Tell him. But remember this: if my career goes down, my dad los