Novel & Cerita Phillip Lindsay Net Worth

she demanded. “Lawson Reynolds.” The name hit her like a blow. Amelia stared at him. “The billionaire?” “Yes.” “The Lawson Reynolds?” she asked again, disbelief flooding her voice. “The ruthless businessman? The one they call the Ice King of Los Angeles?” Philip nodded slowly. “He’s the only one willing to invest.” “And why would someone like him care about your failing company?” she asked, already dreading the answer. “He doesn’t,” Philip said quietly. “Not really.”

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she left without giving Emily an answer. "10 billion dollars is not a small amount, I'm not going to send her that money! That little crazy woman has to be found! you understand?" Emily could hear Lindsay's voice from afar. Her head was busy guessing what Olivia's plan was. Before long, Lindsay came back. "Damnit! we lost the contract! Olivia has taken it or someone else, I don't know! what I should I do, what should I do?" she talked to herself, staring at the tidy bookshelf in front of her. Emily who's already felt better went to a sitting position and cleared he throat so Lindsay would turn her face to her.

"The financial records show Jade Phoenix generated over three hundred million dollars from these acquisitions over forty years. Three hundred million built on stolen designs and ruined lives." My stomach turned. Three hundred million. From sixty-three designers. An average of almost five million per victim. That's what our destroyed lives were worth to Jessica. Just numbers on a spreadsheet. "But here's where it gets worse," Agent Park said. She pulled up another document. "Jade Phoenix had investors. Silent partners who funded the acquisitions. Look at the names." I looked. My blood ran cold. Politicians. State senators. A federal judge. CEOs of major corporations. Media executives. All lis

"Our London office opened last week, and we already have three major clients." "What's our total revenue projection for next year?" "Twenty-eight million in consulting fees, plus twelve million in technology licensing. If we hit our targets, Phoenix-Gray Industries will clear forty million next year." Julian whistled. "And your personal net worth?" I pulled up my investment portfolio on my computer. The number still shocked me every time I saw it. "Thirty million dollars." Thirty million. Two years ago, I was nearly left penniless by Marcus. Now I had enough money to buy entire city blocks.

"Just what do you have in mind for my personal involvement, Mr. Windham?" "Well, depending on the amount of the investment, it could be up to 500 shares. That should give you a decent income in the future, don't you think?" "And exactly how much are you looking for in terms of a monetary amount?" Jonathan wanted to force Phillip to name a figure. Phillip was hesitant to come out with the number he was looking for, but Mr. Weeks seemed to be putting him on the spot for just such an answer. "Well, no less than $50 million."

Allen said politely. Lindsay thought that although his appearance was not too impressive, he had excellent academic achievement and capabilities. An annual income of more than 20 million would be considered amazing to the average girl already. "Mr. Allen, you are too humble. Based on your capability, you should have had a girlfriend already," Lindsay said. Could it be because he had been focusing on his doctorate studies?

“Since Lush Cosmetics has been such a trend lately, their profits could easily reach over tens of billions dollars per year, right? How much did you pay them, Lord Bale?” Lord Bale raised a finger. The martial artist asked, seemingly doubtful, “A hundred billion dollars?” Another one was shocked. “A hundred billion dollars? Isn’t that a little too much?” Philip huffed coldly. “It’s one dollar!” ‘What?’ Everyone couldn’t believe their ears. ‘This has to be the biggest joke of the century, right?’ Philip said, “They slapped my goddaughter. My Queenie’s face is priceless. One dollar is still too much for them in my opinion.”

Chad and Lindsay were absolutely sure that it was Dreamscape's voice. Felix asked, "Hey, do you know Lindsay?" "Yeah, she's quite good at singing. Her technique is solid, and she nails the emotional delivery. She's got a bright future ahead." Lindsay immediately covered her mouth and cried. If her comment was posted online, it would instantly boost her market value by tenfold or even hundredfold. After all, it was something Dreamscape had said. "So, here's the thing. Lindsay's my old friend, and her real dream is acting. I was wondering if you could help introduce her and help her make that dream happen."

"Percy was his friend from highschool. He met Philip later on and they became business partners." "So drugs and ammunition selling is Phillip Pillax's source of wealth?" "And blackmailing. He targets wives and girlfriends of wealthy men, have sex with them and threatens to leak videos unless they pay. And boy, do they pay handsomely." "What the hell?!" "Exactly my initial reaction, ma'am. Sometimes, he doesn't ask for money but a position as a big shareholder in their companies." "And Percy Johnson?" I was almost too afraid to ask, but I had to.