Novel & Cerita Poorest Billionaire

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

But not me. Definitely not me, I believe that even the most flawless person in the world has one mole. That means that this billionaire is no exception. That billionaire is Allistair Montero. The multi-billionaire that owned several businesses that you wouldn't even notice, the food you're eating is from one of his restaurants or maybe one of your cars are from one of his car companies. It's strange how he's so rich when his family just owned the sugar-milling industry ages ago. That means something must be happening. I existed to find that secret out and expose it to the people.

she didn't expect the balance to be 100 billion dollars. she knows many people with 100 billion net worth but can't have 100 billion in their bank accounts and she little scared of how rich and powerful must Patrick's background be. she looked at Patrick a simple yet handsome young man and thought how can such a rich person be so low-key she is interested in Patrick. "a 100 billion," she said in a trembling voice. Patrick smiled nodded his head took out another bank card and asked her to transfer 10 billion to this card from black gold card because if he uses his black gold card everywhere he can attract a lot of attention he don't want that because he want to keep a low profile for some mor

If not, he would not have the courage to do this. Although the people on the World’s Billionaires were top-ranked celebrities who were worth tens of hundreds of billions, after Pearl got into this circle, she learned that there were many invisible rich people in this world. The ones on the World’s Billionaires list might not even make up 1% of the actual figure. Most of the rich people were very low-key, and this one in front of her was obviously one of them. Furthermore, he was definitely one of the richest ones. He was so young, so he was definitely the superb son of an invisible family.

It would take a lot of money to live there and have all those things. A few pictures above the fireplace - yes, a fireplace - caught her attention. As she analyzed it, a page from a newspaper, where the man's face was printed on the headline, made her curious. He looked much younger than now, but she couldn't be mistaken. Unless he had a twin brother, that was him for sure. Gwen came closer to read what the news was about, and her jaw dropped as soon as she saw who he was. "Businessman Finn Lane is named the youngest billionaire in the world by Forbes this month with just 22 years old."

He did not feel comfortable asking them for money either, so he was taken advantage of quite a bit, yet he could not bring himself to say anything. That was when he realized his father was right, true wealth was not for showing off. It was best to keep a low profile. “The wealthiest man in Wiltspoon is part of the York family, and his family is worth a billion dollars. A billion dollars! There aren’t many of those across the country.”

“He proposed just so I’d sign the transfer papers and then he sold my father's company, emptied my personal bank accounts, and borrowed money from loan sharks in my name before fleeing with my best friend." He didn’t interrupt or console me. He only listened while driving slowly. So I continued as I leaned against his tinted glass. "I have twenty-four hours to pay two hundred thousand dollars or they'll kill me. I came to the bar because I thought if I drank enough, I wouldn't be so afraid to die." “That’s tough,” I heard him say quietly. He was Silas, one of the richest and most influential in the country. Perhaps he could help me. I turned to him, my eyes wide and desperate. I didn't care

he asked I blinked—he's really rich? “Boss isn't just rich, he's an elite.” he started “There are thousands of rich families in the world, but the Belladoná family symbolizes wealth and power. They are not just rich, they are old money rich.” I want to laugh to his explanation, he sounds like a side character explaining how rich the male lead is. It's hilarious.

He mumbled in a daze, "Help me! Send me to the hospital… I'll pay you 100 million…" Veronica was stunned. 100 million? Did I just save the world's richest man by chance? At the payment counter, the cashier asked, "What's your name?" Just as Veronica was about to answer, the cashier looked up and saw her face, and her attitude did a one-eighty immediately. "Oh, if it isn't Tiffany Larson, our director's daughter! Please wait a moment, Miss Larson. A doctor will be arranged for you at once…" Veronica smiled bitterly at the cashier's words. Tiffany was Veronica's biological sister. The two sisters looked exactly alike, but their lives were polar opposites of each other.

I hung up the phone and shook my head in thought. I pity old rich men who always needs bounter hunters. It's either their daughter ran away from home, or their son stole their money and made away or their grandchildren. I quickly rounded up from the house and headed out. 💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫 The house was run-down and dirty. And there's no other house for miles. It screamed poverty and shrieked wretchedness.