Peter Lupus Net Worth Novels & Stories

"Yeah Peter is a very big Businessman in this country. He has tons of luxurious house not only house actually they are Mansions. Thousands of cars and everything a girl can dream off. Hope you will be so happy after the marriage" aunty said Listening all this Hope gets nervous and she clutch Paul's shirt Tightly. "Marriage????" Paul asked in shock "Yeah Paul mister Peter is a very honorable person. He owns 2500 companies. He is one of the billionaire. He is also ready to share one of there company with us. Just he have to Marry Hope with him." Aunty said the whole thing.

"You promised half today and half after the pictures hit the internet." Serena reached into her bag and pulled out a thick brown envelope. She threw it into his lap. The envelope made a heavy thudding sound against his legs. "There is five thousand dollars in cash. Do your job properly, Peter. I don't want low-quality pictures. I want clear shots." Peter opened the envelope, counted the bills quickly with his thumb, and smiled. His teeth were yellow. "What exactly am I looking for?"

“If I lose this gamble, 2 billion dollars won’t cause the Wilder Group too much trouble, but it will certainly reduce its weight.” “It doesn’t matter. I’ll still stand with you.” “I may not be able to help you much, but I have your back no matter what. Before, money was a difficulty for me, but now... anything related to money is no longer a problem.” Since Chris had returned to the Jameson family, Peter and Hugh had tried every method to slip money into his hands, both openly and secretly. According to Chris’s calculations, his personal net worth might now even be higher than Jessica’s.

He then shut the door behind him. As they stood in the hallway, Phoebe pulled out a bank card from her bag. She said bluntly, "There is 100 million dollars on here. Take it to deal with whatever emergencies you're facing, and don't tell Flynn that it's from me." Back in the day, Alexandra had bought out Lugi-X for 200 million dollars after Phoebe had developed it. The money was Phoebe's personal asset. She wasn't much of a spender, so her salary as a secretary at Spectrum Group was more than enough to cover her daily expenses. She had barely even touched the 200 million dollars.

"I said there would be no wedding, but I didn't say I wanted to be engaged to you for the rest of my life." "What exactly do you mean by that?" "Are you going to look for another man?" Peter asked a bit irritated. "How did you come to be a billionaire?" Lotus was amazed by his foolishness. "My father was a billionaire, so I inherited it, and eventually I became richer than my father." Peter said as a matter of fact. "Then where has your brain gone?" Lotus asked raising a brain. "What are you attempting to say?" Peter asked, "When I say I don't want a wedding or to be engaged, I mean I want a simple marriage." "How come you're so stupid to understand that?" Lotus asked this time making Peter

"I don't care what you currently are to Peter. All I want is my money." "How much are we talking about?" "Fifty grand." "Oh my God!" I pressed my hand to my forehead and felt the beginnings of a headache throbbing behind my eyes. As if my life wasn't terrible enough already. What kind of deal did Peter have with this man that amounted to fifty thousand dollars? I dropped my hand and glared at him. "Are you forgetting you shot bullets into my kitchen? You almost killed my daughter! So if you think I'm giving you any money after you did all of that, then you're sorely—"

"Mr. Langley is dissatisfied with the proposal. It doesn't matter what we do. He's already talking to other companies. Peter's losing his mind and is causing a scene in the office every day." Noting my silence, she quickly added, "Name your price. If three million dollars isn't enough, what about ten million? Or 20 million?" I took out my keys and turned to open the door. "My current job doesn't allow me to take on side projects." "Why are you pretending to be above everyone else? Aren't you also working for money?" she snapped, unable to get the answer she wanted. "You quit because you couldn't get the three million Peter promised you, and now you act like you don't care?"

Alexander continued, "he'll try something else. Because this isn't about revenge—it's about money. Fifty million dollars that he's convinced himself he's owed." "Plus interest," Lorenzo added. "By his calculations, you owe him over a hundred million dollars." Sophia laughed, but there was no humor in it. "I don't have a hundred million dollars." "Not in liquid assets, no. But your fashion empire is valued at over five hundred million. Your trust fund, once unfrozen, is worth twenty-seven million. Your stake in Dante Industries through inheritance is worth billions. On paper, you're worth more than enough to pay what he thinks you owe."

He turned to look at the bedroom once, it was like a battlefield: "Peter, don't tell me you slept with women yesterday?" Peter smirked, "So what?" Then he saw five $100 bills laid out on the table. Peter was dumbfounded, the first time he slept with a woman, he was considered a prostitute? He angrily shoved the five bills into his hand and then got up and went straight to the bathroom.

One wrong swipe, and she'd drown. "Your salary is nothing to laugh at," Lukas said smoothly, steepling his fingers. "Do you know the median income in Northvale scrapes around a hundred thousand dollars a year? You'll beat that easily." He paused for effect, watching her lean in despite herself. "Ever wonder how much Isaiah pulls yearly as my secretary?" Gloria shook her head cluelessly, biting her lip. "He rakes in seven hundred thousand dollars a year working tight with me. I'm very generous to my inner circle, including you, sister-in-law," Lukas drawled, dropping the old family tie like bait. Seven hundred thousand—an unbelievable fortune, life-changing for someone like Gloria.