Nelson Torres Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

… Nelson was Darcy’s uncle after all, so Kaze simply gave him a little punishment and forgot about it. In the afternoon, he received a call from Draco, informing him about the completion of copying the confidentiality manual a hundred times. “Boss, the God of War Palace just called and informed me that the CEOs of the social media platforms went back and surrendered a part of their shares of their respective companies to you as a token of apology. “Mega Dance’s shares skyrocketed yesterday in the foreign market and Alonso Anderson converted the respective shares to you. Based on the calculations made by the finance department of the God of War Palace, the shares are estimated to be around te

Nathan explained, waiting for their response. "And who is it?" Brixlee asked, intrigued. "Mrs. Jessica Torres," Nathan replied, and they all expressed surprise. Brixlee didn't know many celebrities or wealthy individuals, but Mrs. Jessica Torres was her role model. The elderly woman had achieved remarkable success as the founder and owner of one of the country's largest investment companies. Brixlee had always admired her from afar, often watching her on TV. "What? Jessica Torres? The founder of the biggest investment company in the country? She is..." Tyler interrupted Brixlee before she could finish.

I am lost in my anime till Gregory comes over to me "Denise, it's time for us to leave". I sit up, putting on my sandals as Gregory helps me up to my feet. When Gregory told me he was taking me for a business meeting I never expected this, I don't think I have truly grasped what the concept of being a billionaire truly means. We are seated in his private jet, an actual private jet. I've been in awe since I stepped in, the jet has a bed and even a bar . "good lord". In my wildest dream I wouldn't have even seen this.

"Mrs. Smith, we can't offer you such an amount of loan without your husband's approval." Mr. Leonard, the company's financial controller, said, his voice firm and determined. Janice lowered her head and pouted her lips. "Mr. Leonard, hope you know that we're talking about my husband's life here, right? Mr Nelson has shares worth over $100 billion in this company. And now that he's battling with his life, do you mean to tell me that you'd rather wish him death than offer him a loan that can be compensated with his shares?" Janice asked, raising her brows in a slight frown.

That was probably true love! Nathan was not a poor man either, he was a major shareholder of Bilinsk International and was the CEO of Clemon Group. Even if he had retired, he was still filthy rich, so the rumor of him being a sugar baby was indeed groundless. The press conference ended successfully. After the press conference, Pourl's popularity increased rather than waned.

Those same intense gray eyes from last night, but now I can see his full face, angular and striking and dangerous. My brain takes a second to catch up, to process what I'm seeing. And then it hits me. I know this face. I've seen it in magazines. On the covers of Forbes and Business Weekly. In the society pages that Mother obsessively reads. "Vincent Torres?" I gasp, my eyes widening. "You're—you're Vincent Torres?" Vincent fucking Torres. Billionaire tech mogul. The man who built an empire before he turned thirty. The one businessman Father actually seems intimidated by.

Nelson replied nervously, “I did not keep count of this but I think that the amount should hit three digits.” Charlie continued to ask, “Who is the person supporting you to do these kinds of things? Who is your backer?” Nelson replied, “My backers are my sister and my brother-in-law.” Charlie asked, “What are the names of your sister and brother-in-law? What do they do?” Nelson replied honestly, “My sister’s name is Alice Bishop. She is not employed and she is a full-time housewife. My brother-in-law is Donald Webb. He is the heir of the Webb family from Sudbury.”

" I'll put in more effort to ensure that he attends school. He is disappointed to watch his buddies go to school while he stays at home and does nothing. Miranda's brow furrowed and she said, " You've done everything you can for him." Claudia grumbled. " He's a member of the family." We are a family, and we must support one another. "I'm hoping to get employed as CEO Templeton's personal assistant." Miranda grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The Templetons brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and ruthless, according to rumors." Claudia gave her opinion. "Yes, I am aware. The Nasty Billionaires are their name. I'm hoping I don't see them because I'm

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.