Phillip Lindsay Net Worth Novels & Stories

I stare at her, absolutely stunned by this revelation. Her expression shifts into a smile once more. “Lindsay is a sweet girl, but she did happen to admit that what she has on you is flimsy at best and running the story is risky without some collaborating evidence from someone who didn’t have their life ruined by you.” Her smile grows. “She thought she could buy me out for fifteen grand.” “You chose me over 15 grand? Where's your business sense? You should have fed her a bullshit story just for fun for that amount of money.” I'm joking, of course, since she laughs.

“Oh, thank you for your generosity. But I’m not one to take handouts. So, you can keep it for someone else.” Oliver couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Raising his voice slightly, he asked, “You don’t want it?” Lindsay held the phone away from her ear a bit. “I think I made myself clear. Is your comprehension that poor, Mr. Top Agent? “No wonder you haven't managed to produce any breakout celebrities over the years,” Lindsay taunted. “Maybe you should go see a doctor to check if there's something wrong with you. Or better yet, consider whether you’re truly fit for the entertainment industry. Don’t drag others down with you.”

Grace felt that the reward was more than enough. "Don't make any comments." Lindsay said sternly. "This is a luxury bag that I ordered for you. It has your initials engraved on it; it's the only one in the world. The price is 1 million dollars." "Waaawww." "I wonder what other gifts she'll get." "I wonder how much money they spent on tonight's event." "These are shoes made of real diamonds. They cost 1.2 million dollars." Lindsay showed a pair of glass slippers.

Phillip’s gaze was harsh as he stared at me. I could still feel the thrill of the deal humming in my veins. Five million dollars. I had fought for that money like it was my own company. The men in that boardroom had doubted Phillip’s projections, they questioned his leadership, they asked what collateral he had to offer and I offered my reputation, my network, and my credibility. I told them Phillip was brilliant, that was a blunt lie. I told them that he only needed backing, that I stood by him completely. I remember smiling and shaking hands with them before I signed the papers, already imagining his face when I told him we were saved.

“I’m just saying, being with a billionaire doesn’t sound half bad. Just think about it, no more rent, no more bills. Designer bags? Check. Travel around the world? Check. I’d retire at thirty-five and live the dream.” I rolled my eyes with a soft chuckle, then turned my attention to the screen. The news was still replaying Landon Pierce’s accusations, and the words “Who is the Secret Philanthropist?” scrolled across the bottom. I tilted my head slightly as I watched. “Well, whoever it is,” I said finally, my voice thoughtful, “I guess the person just wants to stay hidden. Not everyone likes the spotlight, you know?”

"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

“Zoro, you're mistaken. Mr. Lidell is not in the entertainment industry. Instead, he’s a philanthropist.” “Philanthropist? How so?” “The last time in Lake City, Mr. Lidell not only spent 5 million to buy a song from me, he even spent 100 million to buy a song of his own to donate to the children in the impoverished mountain areas. Plus, Mr. Lidell wrote that song himself. It’s very good.” He spent 100 million to buy his own song? Right now, not only was Zoro was looking at David in shock, even the rest of the celebrities also had astonished expressions.

But I knew exactly who I was looking for. I spotted him sitting at a table in the far corner. Phillip Rich. Phillip was one of the oldest board members of Lancaster Innovations. He owned exactly three percent of the company's voting shares. He was a loud, annoying man with gray hair and a thick stomach. He always wore bright polo shirts and expensive watches. Right now, it was only ten o'clock in the morning, but Phillip already had a short glass of brown liquor sitting on the table in front of him. I walked slowly across the patio. Phillip was looking down at his phone. He looked stressed. He was rubbing his forehead with his fingers. He didn't even hear me walk up to his table.

Calix did not know what to say anymore. “Calix, why do you apologize to him? She hit me!” still screaming, Lindsay was not having it. Calix had almost run out of his patience. He had never regretted taking her out as much as he had that day. He gnashed his teeth and said, “Bitch shut your damn mouth! This is Mr. Lincoln, from Lincoln Group. The richest man in this country!” “What?” Lindsay finally came back to her senses. She looked at Fredrick in disbelief as if she had seen some monster.

The presenter listed out Lucas's impressive portfolio, highlighting his numerous properties – a staggering 32 in total. His net worth was a mind-boggling 57 billion dollars, with one of his biggest income generators being Olivia's parents' automobile company, which produced close to 2 billion dollars per year. Olivia's eyes blazed with fury as she watched Lucas smile on stage, basking in the applause. Unable to bear the sight, Olivia made her way to the bar section, ordering drink after drink in an attempt to calm her racing thoughts. The alcohol seemed to be the only thing that could momentarily soothe her frazzled nerves. When nature called, she excused herself to the restroom, her steps s