Oliver Dachsel Net Worth Novels & Stories

David deserves to be hit back, for sure, but something’s not right here. “Do it. I didn’t raise you to be pathetic,” he hisses. His eyes lock on Oliver, who’s struggling with his wolf for control. He’s trying to calm Ace down. Before Oliver can do anything, I knock David out with a solid punch. His body slumps against mine as he falls unconscious. He’s still alive, but only just. I take a step back, resting his body against the wall. He can stay like that for all I care. I look around at the ruined room. All the furniture is completely destroyed.

“Seven hundred?” “Yes.” She didn’t even hesitate. I leaned back in my chair, letting out a short laugh. “That’s impressive, Darla. You’ve done more than I expected.” She held up a hand. “That’s not all.” I tilted my head. “There’s more?” She nodded slowly. “I’ve recently secured a deal with a top company. Once the deal is signed, it’ll push our net worth to about one point five billion dollars.” I stared at her, my brows rising. “One point five?”

He had dug up every little information and correlation that connected her and Malcolm, and was most interested in the connection she had with Audrey. He didn't bother to ask any of them so that they would have no idea that he had been so curious about her, and all that he found was almost shocking because he couldn't understand it either. It was crazy how the same woman who had gone through torment in his family, was divorced, became a CEO, faced a murder indictment, resigned, disappeared, and then came back as a CEO again! He couldn't just wrap his head around it. “From the investigations I made,” the investigator’s voice jolted him out again, “It appears Miss Oliver has considerable assets

Including Sam. “Oliver Rothchild, eldest son of Judge Richard Rothchild and the Veritas car empire. He is a billionaire but only because of his parents and his extracurricular activities. The public knows him as an esteemed bachelor with the looks of a movie star and the polish of a seasoned politician when he wants to. He’s painted as a philanthropist. We all know that it’s a load of crap, and now we have proof.” Gambit threw some documents up on the monitor so that we could all see them as well.

He ended the call, and I jumped to my feet. Daren Luxe, Olivia's father, was a man who was on his way to acquiring a net worth of eight hundred billion dollars. For all the speculations about my wealth, I didn't have even close to half of that. I placed a call straight to Peach. She answered on the first ring. “Boss?” “Tell Bree to avail herself tonight. Make sure she's prepared. Her favourite customer is coming in.” “Yes Boss.” I ended the call, and breathed out. It wasn't just enough for him to have a good time. He had to know I and Olivia were in an excellent place.

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

"Money?" Yossie looked puzzled. "What money, Liv?" "You know, Olive got money from Mr. Thomas for snacks," Dela casually mentioned. "It was quite a sum, two million rupiahs." "Huh?!" Yossie exclaimed, and Olive widened her eyes, not expecting Dela to spill the beans like that. She had given a warning not to let anyone know before they left earlier. And now, Yossie and... Ayana knew?

Amber chuckled. "It's funny how much you think so highly of yourself. I don't need you because I have someone better than you. Someone that can eliminate Maya in a blink of an eye. She's is a pathetic poor woman but she's willing to do anything for a couple of million dollars," Oliver shrugged. "So whiles you're rotting in jail, I'll be here enjoying my wealth because Damian will soon be out of this world and I'll have his wealth all to myself. And.....maybe his wife too. I mean she's not bad," Oliver said licking his lips.

Elora stood there in the corridor that led to our rooms in this bungalow flat and replied, "Eva, let me warn you and make it clear to you since you don't get it. First, tell me, if it's not Mr. Owen that you met that Friday night, who could have paid Jacob Stone the debt of 15 million dollars that you owed and also given Mom and Dad 5 million dollars, making it 20 million dollars?" "I am not stupid, Eva. Mr. Owen's fiancée, Freya Dallas, is the daughter of the billionaire oil mogul. If you are in a secret affair with the CEO of Owen's Group, please end it. I don't want to lose my life or my career because of you. I am warning you. Stay away from those rich folks and find someone on your leve

However, my eyes shot open and I froze on the spot as I crooked my neck to look up at his familiar face. Oliver Hall?! The famous billionaire model and designer who owns the biggest fashion house in LA.