Patty Duke Net Worth Novels & Stories

Percy pointed out with a grin. She notices everything. “Alright, that’s enough.” I smiled. “But he is really heavy loaded though.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “You haven’t checked the hot nigga online? He lives in one of the most richest cities in Texas. His net worth is quite heavy too.” “How much?” “Nine hundred and forty eight million dollars.” She replied. “What the hell?!” I exclaimed in shock. What the actual heck? Nine hundred and what? In million dollars? “Can a young Professor earn that?” I asked.

Elena at charity galas where tickets cost a million dollars each. "This can't be right," Marcus whispered. "She was nobody. A waitress working at some dive bar. I saved her from that life." "You didn't save her from anything. She was hiding." Frank pointed to a document. "See this? Her personal net worth is estimated at forty-seven billion dollars. Billion, with a B. She owns companies you've probably never heard of. Art worth hundreds of millions. Real estate on three continents." Marcus's vision swam. "No. No, this is wrong. I would have known. Someone would have told me."

Xavier explained. He continued, "Vincent has inherited the dukedom from his grandfather and owns vast estates bestowed by the monarchy. He's also one of the top five wealthiest individuals in Yoarkley, worth tens of billions. Madam is so cool for having a duke as a friend!" Jasper breathed hard and swallowed. He tightened his fists unhappily. "Is Mr. Carter speaking up for Madam? Ooh, has he fallen for her?" Xavier exclaimed at his discovery and sighed. He added, "If that's the case, Madam stands a chance at becoming a duchess. Her family background is impressive enough, and if she marries into royalty … Gosh, she'll reach a whole new level of fame and power!"

Her husband was sick, if he lost everything, Patricia was sure he was going to have another heart attack and this time, he might not be able to make it out alive. "Did you run a check on me?" "I only want to help" "By asking that I sign over my daughter to you" "It's a fair deal, I can save you from that shame. The Delevonte's wields a lot of power in the business world. You already know how many investments I've made. My brother and I have both expanded our businesses. We don't even bother touching our inheritance, every success we have achieved is as a result of hard work and dedication"

And there was Fanny, with both looks and acting talent, and a strong fan base. It wasn't an exaggeration that her salary over those two years was easily over eight hundred million. If they were to include her contributions from her company...

He always did that, he would often ask Patty to relay informations to Brixlee when he could do it himself. Patty had always found it offensive, it always made her feel like she was below Brixlee and she often wondered where she’d be, if her life was as perfect as Brixlee’s. Brixlee had a billionaire husband, an unborn child and all the riches she could ever wish for while she lived in a tiny apartment with her stuffed animals, the only friends she had.

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.

Valentina grabbed her purse, but Patty caught her arm. “Running again?” The challenge in her friend’s eyes was clear. “That’s your solution to everything, isn’t it?” The truth stung. “What do you want from me, Patty?” “I want you to stop hiding. To face whatever’s going on between you two.” Patty glanced toward Duke’s solitary figure. “He came here tonight knowing you’d be here. That means something.” Did it? Or was it just coincidence, another twist of fate throwing them together in this small town?

“Forgive my friend; that means it has been Mr. Duke who has been duping us dry all along.” “I beg your pardon.” He snarled. “Really? You beg my pardon? I guess I should just take my news to Mr. Elliot and inform him about one Mr. Bruce Conner with no face to whom you have been credited with the sum of 15 million dollars for the past six months for doing absolutely nothing. 28 million dollars, Duke. How does 18 years in jail sound to you?” His breathing had increased at the other end. “M.. madam.” He stammered.

"How can her parents afford this? It's quite expensive." "You may have saved a millionaire's daughter," Kyle chuckles. "What name does she go by?" Mark asks, pulling out his phone. "Lauren Duke." He types for a few moments while I gaze at the stack of gift cards before me, astonished. It looked like I wouldn't need to buy food for a long time. Mark laughs and says, "Oh, wow." "What did you discover?" I inquire, returning the cards to the box and neatly stacking them. "Her father is a senator," he mutters, turning his phone around to show a family picture. My jaw drops, and they both laugh. "Quite the choice."