Nelson Torres Billionaire の小説・ストーリー

The stealing of their money is worth it after killing them. "For next month's debt collection, Mr. Siley amounting to 4 million, Mrs. Benor amounting to 9 million, and Ms. Lieb amounting to 2.5 million pesos." "You do the job, seventh branch, they are good at negotiating to us." "Yes, boss." "Now, to the next topic." "There's still not much information about the Torres guy but there's a tiny information pointing to the son. Looks like it's because he's been exposed to the public for a long time."

Now, she spent $2 billion with a snap of a finger to buy a small private island in the tropics. It turned out that for rich people, money was just a string of numbers. Nicole was still oblivious that she had just become a hot topic of discussion again. After Nicole washed up and came back out, Tigger jumped up to her toes. “Mama, I bought a little tiger…” Nicole’s lips twitched. She looked at her phone and thought that she was seeing things. There was a reminder from the bank. [$2 billion payment successful!] Tiger Island, a small tropical island, now belonged to Nicole!

“What agreement, Nelson?” For a moment, he didn’t speak, his jaw tightening. Then he reached for the phone, gently prying it from her hand. “You don’t trust me, Toria. That’s the real problem here.” “Don’t turn this on me,” she said, her voice rising. “I trusted you once, and it nearly destroyed me. I’m not making that mistake again.” Nelson’s facade cracked under Victoria’s relentless questioning. He paced the room, running a hand through his hair. “Fine,” he said finally. “You want the truth? I promised Mildred some money so she could stay out of my life. That's all, Toria.”

Tyrone said playfully, "But nevertheless, I'm still the only successor to his position at the company." He said proudly and he was very right. Lionel Baird is among the top billionaires in New York. Gracefully to say, He's the CEO of Nathason, Fleming and Baird. His position in the company of his late father in-law increased as time goes by. He started off as an assistant manager, Then his boss's daughter Clarion Nathason fell in love with him and he was promoted to manager.

My dress was down near my waist, and my breasts had two tiny red blocks placed strategically over the nipples. My hands started shaking as I scrolled down further. “The rich really ARE different – as in freaky … Connor Templeton, of the world-famous billionaire Templeton family, can be seen here getting nasty with a young woman he allegedly paid $50,000. For what? You be the judge.

It also gave the household staff a chance to see what kind of things a so-called billionaire actually gave. The butler, who was holding the list, began to speak, "A gift of 800 million." When she heard it was 800 million, Regina couldn't help but feel that it was quite meager. The butler continued reading, "Ten real estate properties." Regina still didn't take it seriously, even thinking that having the butler read everything out wouldn't compare to the 6.5 billion she gave to the Nelson family. The butler continued, "Luxury cars, ten. Gold, jewelry, and other valuables, twenty-eight pounds."

“Ludicrous, isn't it? But it was easily bought, because no one would ever believe Marcello Nelson's son, Josh Nelson, CEO of a new multi-million dollar company on the rise, would be hanging out in a clique and shooting at the police.” A large lump in my throat hindered my breathing. Marcello Nelson was his father? That snob, I did know. The man was obscenely wealthy—if ‘wealthy’ was a justifiable word—and involved in virtually everything from theology to politics. Damn right no one would believe that story. The man was untouchable from any angle. "I was forced to step away from my business for two years—well, not really. My uncle, OrThello Nelson, is the owner of NIFTZ in Japan. You know tho

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

Untouchable. “Well?” she asked sharply. “Do you at least know how to drive a Bentley?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “And a Lamborghini. A Rolls. A Tesla. A Bugatti. And if needed, a tank.” The corner of his lips twitched. Barely. Ariana scoffed. “Funny. You’ll need one if you’re planning to keep up with me.” “Noted.” She brushed past him, ignoring how he smelled—clean spice and subtle wood, like expensive cologne and bad decisions.