Peter Lupus Net Worth Novels & Stories

Lacey stood in front of Victor and smiled, “Hello, Mister Cross, so, the agreement that you approached your wife with was three million dollars one mansion, the beach house and two cars. Is that correct?” Victor nodded, “Yes, it was.” Lacey asked, “Mister Cross, for the record, how much are you currently worth?” Victor took a deep breath and answered, “Approximately five-hundred billion.”

This time, his voice goes some notes softer, not like it wasn’t already calm enough to ring over again like subtle bells in my mind—bells that order everything chaotic to a pause. I nod like he’s seeing me. “I forfeited the line. I felt guilty talking to you. Even now I—” ‘Bullshit. I’m willing to let you use me.’ I heave a sigh, a rather painful one that reminds me of the ache in my throat. “I called to ask you for something. I… I’m sorry.” ‘What does my royal lady want?’ Christopher asks like it isn’t a big deal. “Can you buy Lupin group shares? They’re now at low prices since the company is going down. Zeath and I are making efforts to buy it but we don’t have the funds and…”

Peter said firmly, “investors are already uneasy about this Elena drama. They are wondering if there’s another successor and… Susan Rivers is unfortunately capable. She has a bachelor’s degree in business admin and a master’s degree too. From my background check, she is preparing to do a fellowship programme in Massachusetts.” I frowned. She had told me she was preparing to leave town. Had she not been lying about that? I looked at Peter, “So?” “Stock prices will drop and Elena is a very persuasive woman,” Peter said, “she can use the rape allegation to sway shareholders from you, and if… if we are not careful…” “I could lose the company to that slut,” I spat out angrily, “you’re telling me

She took a deep breath: "A gentle wolf loves money and gets it wisely. I don't care about this money." “Are you sure you don’t want it?” Because of these words, the wolf’s eyes became bottomless and his voice became strange: “Luna’s assets are as much as 8 billion. You are just a small designer. Even if you become famous in the future and spend your whole life, how much money can you make?” 8 billion? Ice Wolf’s data must be more accurate than she knew. But she was unmoved and simply said: "Yes, I can't make much money. But I can spend the money I earn with peace of mind. At least I won't be branded a money-grubber afterward."

“Has there been any record of where he had spent his money when liquidating it?” “Mostly on weapons, dealings with the mafia, and women. This was a major case, so I was sure there would be more network points to be captured. The FBI was still tracing everyone considered involved with Peter, including other high American officials.” “Wait a minute! Women? What did you mean by women?” Fenella suddenly asked in high pitch. “Peter had several mistresses. Each had an extraordinarily high lifestyle and used his money to buy items from designers of Peter’s choice.” The old man answered with a shrug.

But every one of them wore the same concerned expression, fussing over Peter and acting as though she truly cared. Their motives were obvious. Peter had lost his only son, and they saw an opening to get money out of him again. He was worth billions. Even a small payout from him would be enough to keep any of them comfortable for years.

"You gave up five years of your life to that man. You abandoned your family, your identity, your dreams. You deserve compensation for that." "He's right," Lorenzo said. "Marcus has a net worth of approximately eight hundred million dollars. Even a modest settlement would set you up for life." Elena shook her head. "I don't need to be set up for life. My family—" She stopped, realizing how that sounded. "I just want to be free of him. I don't want anything that connects us."

“Good morning, Boss. “I’m really sorry I lost your money. But like I said, I didn’t steal it. I was robbed on my way back from retrieving it from the client, and they took the whole 500 million dollars from me. “Please, I would love you to give me an extension of time to raise the money. I only have 80 million at the moment, and I’ll need more time to get the rest. “You know I have worked for you for years, and would never even think of double-crossing you. “Please consider my request, and I’ll continue to work for you for the rest of my life. “Peter.” Aria’s mind filled with confusion as she wondered what the hell had transpired. From the letter, it seemed like her father had lost some mone

Peter looked toward the screen, where the blacked-out ownership documents still glowed. “The sealed authority did not come from Luca’s father alone. He authorized the structure, yes. But he did not control the money behind it.” “Who did?” I asked. Peter did not answer immediately. Luca’s voice dropped. “Peter.” The old man flinched at his name. Not from fear of punishment this time. From fear of memory. “Don came to me with a file,” Peter said. “He said he had found the original funding route. He said Halcyon Ridge was being used to move assets through development projects before anyone knew what those projects would become.”

“You can’t even come up with four thousand now?” She had assumed that if Peter was asking, it would be for a hundred thousand, yet he only asked for four. Her instinctive reaction pressed his pride even further into the dirt. Humiliated, Peter said coldly, “Forget it. Don’t trouble yourself,” and hung up. Adora lowered her phone, her face set as she stared at the ended call. “What did he say?” Louis asked. “He wanted four thousand. I just repeated it in surprise, and he hung up.”