Paige Turco Net Worth Novels & Stories

"You're a vulgar b*stard like Oscar! You guys don't deserve me at all. It's smart of me to break up with you guys. What's more, I'll get better after leaving you scumbags! "You must be very confused about why I said so, don't you?" Her smile deepened, and she chuckled. "It's fine even if I tell you. I found a local tyrant. He's so much richer than Oscar! He gave me $200,000 yesterday before I even asked for it!" Logan failed to hold back his laughter. "Do you think I'm lying? Okay, I don't care if you believe me or not." Paige's gaze turned sharper as she stared at him. "Do you want to know who is the local tyrant I befriended?"

Kyunghee is still the old Kyunghee, cunning and selfish. “Give me the letter. I'll check it out." Kyunghee said coldly and flatly. Jack immediately gave the power of attorney to Kyunghee without saying anything else to the man. He was tired of all kinds of murderous drama today. He just wanted to immediately control all the assets belonging to Lee Corp and after that he could live a luxurious life with all of his enormous wealth. "How? Is the letter real?” Jack asked impatiently as Kyunghee was still trying to understand the contents of the power of attorney.

When we reached the front door again, Marybeth said, “Well?” Paige glanced at me and seemed to suddenly remember the plan she’d come up with. She melted against my side and batted her eyelashes. “Well, baby?” I fought to cover my grin with another bland, “Yes, dear.” She squealed, pulled my phone out of my pocket, and began exchanging what information she needed with Marybeth. The place would run me a couple million dollars, before repairs, but—I knocked on a beam—the bones were solid. And I’d spend more than a few million dollars to see that smile Paige couldn’t quite hide.

The lens scanned Jenna's face, and within seconds, a transparent overlay appeared in my field of vision, displaying her real name and other details. I quickly skimmed the information, taking in the key points. Her real name was Violet Paige. She worked as the CEO of a multinational corporation, a position of power and influence. She was 36 years old, married, and had no children. Her net worth was an impressive $50 million. I felt a thrill at the thought of conquering such a powerful and successful woman.

Caroline then went to the company and shared the news with Paige. Paige was astonished at the sight of the contract. "Carol, you're going to get filthy rich!" Caroline was rendered speechless. Paige continued, "You were once the secretary there. Don't you know how high MK's profits are? It's several times more than TYC's! Forget about your company. Just go home and wait for them to give you the profits. I didn't expect Scott to be so generous!" Helplessly, Caroline looked at her. "You seem to have been diverted."

His hand hovered over the door. The truth was, they both knew this had been over for a long time. Maybe since the beginning. Paige had lost her modeling contract with France six months ago—something about a scandal with a photographer, details she'd never fully explained. She'd been floundering, unemployed, and that's why she'd spent her entire day in his house And Thomas had been convenient. A billionaire widower who needed arm candy for events and someone to manage his household while he drowned in grief and eighteen-hour workdays.

Patrick took them with a smile and asked her to check the balance on the card. she took the ATM card saying " one second". On the other hand, Patrick knows exactly how much was on the card but he just wants the see a shock on Ms. warner's Beautifull face. Paige warner just looks like a university with beautiful eyes long legs, black hair and perfect curves on her body. Paige was just 4 years elder than Patrick and Patrick want to leave a deep impression on her because she is beautiful with a good temper. meanwhile, Paige entered the required details and swiped the card seeing the numbers on the computer screen her smile froze and she was dumbfounded. she didn't expect the balance to be 100 b

Paige was out of money currently and couldn't fend Aunties Khloe's treatment any longer. So maybe his deal would be nice. Having paid a huge amount as compensation would be better off than having to beg for the money. “I will transfer you one hundred million dollars as compensation. Is that enough already, Miss Adams?” Paige's eyes blinked as her fingers counted the figure he just called. One hundred Million dollars?! She screamed the holy shit out of herself, clenching to the hem of her gown and smirking cunningly. This is good business, she thought.

"P&G Industries. I started it six years ago. When Christian and I were married." "Wait." Sandra held up her hand. "P&G Industries? The P&G Industries? The one that designs for celebrities?" "Yes." "Jane, that company is huge. It's worth way more than fifty million." I looked down at my hands. "I know." "How much?" "About two hundred million." Sandra stared at me. "Jane, you're telling me you're worth two hundred million dollars?" "On paper, yes." "And Christian doesn't know?" "Nobody knows. I've kept it secret this whole time."

Her scars were starting to heal gradually but they still did no justice to how beautiful she is. She stared at him, crossing her leg over one again. “How much did you pay for me again?” That question threw Marco off guard. Her net worth alone was more than everything Marco could ever have in his life. All his legal and illegal business joined together were nothing compared to her net worth. And her being Mrs Pierce, she definitely had a share in Jason's wealth, which was even more than her net worth. “I'm waiting, you still haven't answered me,” she said, anticipating the perfect moment to mock him. It might cost her a lot of trouble but to be honest, the trouble was keeping her away from do