Michael Jace Net Worth Novels & Stories

Craig laughed "of course not. He is not up to me to compete with, he is just a general manger in some company, he is not worth my time and energy but if we are to talk about your husband, now that's a guy who is worth me competing with money." Sasha was silence for a while "do you really think you can compete with Michael in that?" She asked remembering what her father said about his wealth. "Of course, he owns a company and I owns a company. He runs a club, I runs a club, what else?" Sasha shook her head while laughing "I believe you are still far off." "You think?" Sasha nodded "mm hmm. Michael is rich, I mean filthy rich." "Can you mention how many properties he owns?"

"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

Emma frowned deeply and said, “Didn’t you see how that scum bullied my father?!” Thomas replied calmly, “Do you still remember that I mentioned I enjoy watching a joker’s performance?” “What do you mean?” “That’s simple. Micheal would struggle soon.” Emma was skeptical. She asked, “He bought a luxurious mansion worth more than ten million dollars, while my father gave a beer that costs three dollars and sixty cents only. Naturally, Michael would please the officer in charge more and could soar in the future. Meanwhile, my father may be sacked for this, and lose his way in the future. Why do you say Michael would struggle soon?”

“Of Jordan Incorporated. Ever heard of me?” I know that I probably should have, but I haven’t. I shake my head, which strangely causes him to smile. “I’m the CEO of a large media company,” he explains. “Online advertising, traffic analysis, brand building. Things like that.” “So you’re rich…?” It’s the kind of question you really aren’t supposed to ask someone, but right now, I need to know. Michael shrugs and runs a hand through his hair. “That all depends. Is three billion rich to you?”

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.”