Nathan Schwandt Net Worth Novels & Stories

“What now?” Rothchild slid the tablet across the table. The number glowed on the screen. JOHN EDISON — ESTIMATED NET WORTH: $6.3 TRILLION James Heiden cursed under his breath. “That Egyptian gold deal.” Shawn McCart nodded. “The alliance with Ali Mahmoud just expanded his network again.” Howard Johnson growled. “He’s growing faster than we can contain him.” Kirk leaned forward. “We still have one asset.” The room looked toward him. Kirk pressed a button.

"Appearance f*e?" Thea sneered, "I'm afraid you can't afford my appearance f*e." Nathan said, "Can you give me a price?" Thea blurted out, "Two million." Nathan said, "It's a deal." Thea was dumbfounded. If only she had known, she would have spoken up louder. However, although Nathan is currently in the limelight, he has been abandoned by the Hill family, and his value has been greatly diminished. Even if they offer him two million, he will probably have to take a significant hit.

She glanced briefly at the kids before asking, “Nathan, are you related to Retired General Norman Collins?” “Retired General Norman Collins,” Nathaniel repeated. On-screen, he appeared to be working on his laptop in an unfamiliar office. “Let’s see…” “Appointed to the highest military post three consecutive times, spearheaded the policy that embedded long-term rehabilitation facilities directly within military bases, recipient of the Distinguished Service Star, advisor to the Defense Council, and founder and chairman of Stonewatch Rehabilitation Network.” “Quite an impressive background,” Nathaniel continued. “With long-term military contracts through Stonewatch and extensive real estate hol

"Your family is lovely. Especially Kristine. She seems very close to you." "We're family. Of course we're close." "It's sweet how protective you are of her." No response for several minutes. Then: "Someone has to look out for her." Isabelle smiled. Perfect. "You're a good brother." "Stepbrother. Not actually related." Even better. Isabelle set her phone down and pulled up Nathan's financial records. She'd done her homework. Thirty million in trust funds. Another twenty million in company stock. Real estate holdings across three states.

Okay, maybe we do sometimes, like when we have big problems, but that's not the point here. Nathan's rich, richest in the USA and second richest in the world, but he doesn't throw money around, that is not the guy I grew up with. This whole divorce thing is really messing with his head. “Okay, now we need to relax. Let's not throw money at some little problem here. Com'on Nathan you can't buy that fucking hotel because you need some footage. And what happens when you get what you want? Add it to the list of hotels you already own?”

"Take the card already, Daddy! Invest those two million dollars into Burkcoin, and in ten years, its value will shoot up by three thousand times! You can become the richest man in the country eight years earlier than before. "That way, the three of us won't have to live under this nasty woman's thumb anymore!" My hand paused almost imperceptibly. I lifted my gaze toward Nathan. My eyes lingered on the mole at the corner of his left eye. I really did like that face. Over the past five years, I'd spent a fortune on Nathan. I hired the best stylists to groom his physical image and arranged private classes for him to learn proper etiquette and develop a sophisticated taste. I'd even arranged for

Abigail surmised Nathan's family likely fell into this category. Although Southcrest's property values paled in comparison to Florivera's, owning a villa in this area was still a multi-million-dollar investment. Adding the value of Nathan's Florivera property, she estimated his total assets could reach into the tens of millions. While that sum might not compare to Florivera's high rollers, especially those like Xander, the upper crust's elite, such an amount might even be considered a pittance, borderline poverty. But to Abigail, though, it was already a sizable fortune.

She turns and attempts to run away but is stopped by two men whom I assume to be Carlo's men. "Mr. Knight, she isn't the lot to be auctioned. The hall is." He says in a tone which disagrees with his own words. He's making losses. He might act tough, but definitely won't disagree to my offer at the end. "51 million." I seem to be the only one bidding now. Everyone sat, watching me bid for what I truly want. Well, I already knew who the winner will be before coming here. It's no guess. "Boss. We didn't budget for this. We've passed the maxi..." Seth whispers and I shut him up again with my index finger.

Community development programs. “Well… that’s unexpected.” I shift in my seat, leaning closer to the screen. I have always been convinced Nathaniel is a cold bastard who cares about nothing beyond his company, his daughter, and the precious Amanda he could never seem to let go of. Yet here are records showing that he quietly funded scholarships and disaster relief programs across the country. I sit back slowly, a scoff escaping me. Definitely didn’t see that coming. I take another sip of tea and continue digging. Blackwell Investments, corporate partnerships. Upcoming mergers, and everything appears painfully clean.

It wasn’t like working at the paper paid THAT well. I mindlessly took out my phone and looked up Raymond Hill, and my eyes damn near bugged out of my head. Net worth: $42 million. My fingers moved on their own and looked up Elijah Keller. Net worth: $18 million. I quickly deleted my search history and put my phone in my pocket.