Peter Lupus Net Worth Novels & Stories

To someone making connections they couldn't afford. The car moved smoothly through Chicago morning traffic toward the private airfield where her jet waited. Victoria used the time to review what she knew about Alexander Pierce... information compiled long before last night's incident. Thirty-four years old. Fortune estimated at $180 Trillion, primarily from revolutionary artificial intelligence technologies. Notoriously private. No known serious relationships since a broken engagement six years ago. Rumored to have an intelligence network that rivaled some government agencies. Considered by many to be Victoria's most formidable business rival, despite their companies operating in different s

Barbara and Britney were both honest women and never wanted to put their hopes on someone else. However, Mr. Thomas was different. He didn’t even need to think to know that Mr. Thomas was going to ask him to invest in his company. “Peter… I heard that you’ve earned quite a lot all these years. You have quite a few assets out there?” “They aren’t worth much,” Peter said softly. “You’re being so humble! The houses overseas are worth a lot, not to mention that they’re mansions! Britney told me you sold all your houses and bagged around 15 million dollars?”

She froze for a moment and said in surprise, "He asked you for that much?" One million was a lot of money for her. Ben didn't know what to make of that. Because he lied. He gave Peter ten million. Peter expected him to give according to the amount given to Chelsea. He couldn't possibly give Chelsea one million. But he couldn't give Peter more, so he gave him 10 million. He was afraid that saying 10 million would put Lilith under psychological pressure, so he said 1 million.

“I knew you were smarter than they said. Viktor found a safe. What say we crack it open?” I nodded. Peter led me through the cramped, dirty warehouse to a back room where a few of his guys crouched over a squat metal safe. He cracked it effortlessly and pulled the door aside. Bundles of cash spilled out of the overfull cavity. At least a couple million. With the weapons off Dan’s men, and the piles of what looked like drugs on the other side of the warehouse, Peter had to have come out at least five million up, if not more. “My friend, we can do business like this any time.” Peter grinned at me.

It wasn’t that she was timid—no, she had never been the timid type—but sitting in front of Peter made her nerves twist inside her. Peter was a dangerously handsome man. A kind of handsome that didn’t make sense. His icy blue eyes held a quiet intensity. His jawline was sharp, his body built with effortless strength, and the subtle confidence around him was something any woman would fall for. Any woman would go weak at the knees for him. He wasn’t an ordinary man. He was the CEO of PS Bank, a billion-dollar financial empire. The main headquarters was in Madayaka, with branches stretching into Carminton and Teriporto. He was powerful. Wealthy. A billionaire everyone knew. A man who carried a r

" Fifty percent of the shares of the Peter Jackson group of companies are owned by our boss here” “Your former lover Peter Jackson played a quick one on Perry Juan and fraudulently signed his signature and converted a very huge sum of assets and that's how the Peter Jackson company became very popular till today”. “In addition”, Another of the secret Billionaire loyalists stretched the explanation further to Jefsexy who was already shocked at the little he had heard. “Our boss Perry Juan has been an active senior member of the parliament for donkey years with a high level of integrity and respect”.

Just as he had said, the man began looking and feeling as young as man in his thirties and he was so amazed. “I never really got to introduce myself to you, I never believed this was possible. Even if I hope for the best, I expected the worst.” The man uttered, “my name is Peter Reagan… well I happen to be one of those unpopular billionaires.” He said go Leonardo, his wobbly feet now planted strong upon the ground and the walking aid was no more needed. He was so happy that he offered to give Leonardo whatever he wished for as long as money could buy it. “it is nice to meet you.” Leonardo said. “but I do not intend to monetize it so much.” He explained to Peter Reagan.

My dad asked in a teasing voice. I groaned internally. He was using “THAT” voice. “Dad, Peter is someone I met today. I just told you about him. He helped me out with Patty…” Piper interrupted with a scoff. “Someone? Peter Melton isn't someone. He's the number one elite, he's the richest guy in Delengade.” Piper said excitedly. Dad looked surprised. “Is he back in the country then? I thought he was abroad. Dave said so the last time we talked.”

'Oh yeah, he's Swedish, right? 'Dutch.' Fuck. 'Right. Dutch. So, how's things going? Peter getting twitchy about that wedding fund he'd hoped he and Rita could spend on their retirement instead?' Peter, the hero-father and rich bastard with the big house and three holidays a year, apparently had a generous nest-egg fund squirrelled away for his favourite daughter, all ready for when she met Mr. Right and decided to settle down, get hitched, have two-point-four children and a boring life in a leafy suburb somewhere.

“Sorry did not mean to scare you. You are Peter right?” He looked a bit scared when he answered, “Yes. I should probably leave now you are here.” Lola frowned, “Why?” Peter looked around them and said, “You shouldn’t be seen with me. Especially not someone from your rank. I am a disgrace. My bones did not heal properly so I will be a cripple the rest of my life and no one want to be associated with a crippled werewolf.” Lola smiled at him and grabbed his hand, “Well I don’t give a shit. I am sure you have a lot more to offer. There are more ways to be valuable and strong than only physical you know.”