Noah Beck Net Worth Novels & Stories

I couldn't control my laugh that just bursted out and echoed through the plane. “Go laugh as much as you can until you see how many followers I have.” He snouted before pinning his eyes back on his phone. When I click on Noah's profile, it doesn't seem real. I want to wake myself up, or check if I am currently experiencing a glitch. “How come you got 3 million followers?” I felt my eyes widen. “— and you're even monetized?” A big, proud smile showed on Noah's lips. I can imagine his pride building up on his back right now. “And I am going to get another follower today.”

“What do you want?” “Whenever you don’t answer me, that means you’re doing something you shouldn’t—or doing someone you shouldn’t.” “Don’t worry about my dick, and I won’t worry about yours.” “You don’t need to worry about mine—because it’s not stupid.” “That’s debatable.” “Anyway, rumor has it the Beck Brothers are going bankrupt. Their adventures in oil reservoirs have gone belly up. Information isn’t public, but I always have one man on the inside.” I’d loaned them half a billion dollars to fund the project with a hefty interest rate in return. Their agenda seemed so simple that I was dumbfounded they could screw it up. “Hopefully, your informant is wrong.”

"Your pictures impressed him more than any previous interviewee. How much for a roll in the hay?" Aroused at the thought of him enjoying the pictures, and Miss Hannah seeming to enjoy that, Becca decided to fully immerse herself as their full-time fucktoy. Remembering what Vincent had told her when dropping her off, Becca decided to show her true value to the power couple. "For you Miss Hannah, never a charge." Catching the rich couple by surprise, Miss Hannah found herself wet at the ongoing loyalty of the slut in front of her. "This is Mr. Noah," she cooed at Becca, presenting the man next to her, carrying a fancy briefcase similar in style to the bag she had received in the car. "Lay back

He’ll always be an asshole in my mind, but he’s a lot more tolerable to be around now that he finally has his girl and they’re happily married. “Maybe I’ll just let Margo take over the gallery, and I’ll ride off into the sunset.” Beck crosses his arms over his chest, the humor wiping straight from his face. “Not going to happen. She works too much for my liking anyway.” “Says the guy who is constantly working.” Beck is the CEO and creator of Sintech Cyber Security. He doesn’t fully know how to take a day off, even though he may tell you otherwise. “Right back at you, Hunter. You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if you weren’t always working.”

She paused, then added the kicker. "Marcus's business partner will be there. Noah West? Marcus says he's a total genius. Dropped out of MIT to build the startup? He's a billionaire now. Featured in Forbes 30 Under 30. Since you’re so into... computers and stuff, I thought you’d want to meet him." My heart skipped a beat. Noah West. The CEO of NeXus. The man who wrote the kernel code for the Titan engine when he was nineteen. He was intense, driven, and notoriously private. I’d studied his code like other women studied scripture.

"Beckham quickly asked his men to check out the news of the people around Nathaniel, and soon he contacted Noah." "Noah didn't know what was going on, but he was a little surprised upon receiving the call from Beckham." Why are you calling me? "Dr. Soo, I'm begging you here. I know you're close with Nathaniel. Please get me off the hook. I'll owe you a favor, is it okay?" There were only a few people who knew that Beckham was the founder of the International Prison. Noah didn't know about it either. Beckham was merely a dependent of his patient to Noah and his family owned a huge sphere of influence.

And in the video, Noah only laughed, coaxed her, and kept going. In the present, Noah leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming. A reckless idea surfaced in his mind. "If I uploaded these, how much would people pay?" He opened a new tab, typing the address of a dark web site he knew from his shady contacts. An exclusive platform, invite-only, infamous for its high-value trades. Noah’s hands trembled—not from hesitation, but from adrenaline. He uploaded one file, hid his identity, and labeled it Rare Exclusive Content. Within an hour, a VIP user responded with an extraordinary offer. The sum was enough to cover a significant portion of his crushing debts.

A full profile came up. Graduate of Arizona State University. Excellent grades. Double major in Computer Science and Business. Christian raised an eyebrow. Smart boy. But that wasn’t all. Further down the profile was something else. Founder and CEO of a company called NO-ARK. Christian blinked. The name was everywhere—articles, business pages, magazine covers, Forbes. The company specialized in artificial intelligence integration, high-level cybersecurity, and data innovation. Its net worth was estimated at ten billion dollars. Christian let out a low whistle.

Becca walked out of the building and shut the door behind her—exhaustion evidently written all over her face. She turned her phone on, she had just been paid. She had saved enough and hoped that at least she could get her mum treated. As she walked tucked her phone in her purse, the night wind blowing her hair making her wrap her hands around herself. Noah couldn't pick her up, he claimed to be engaged that evening and Zayne, she hadn't heard from him since, luckily for her, her house wasn't that far from her workplace.