Rich Guy Math 777 Book Novels & Stories

“Hmm.. well, it’s big enough for you to breach at least ten contracts. Here, check it out.” Jace pushed the folder closer to me and pointed on the lower part of a certain page. My eyes widened when I saw the many digits of number on the paper! Seventy… seventy million bucks! Is this for real?! I blinked and looked at the paper once again, not believing my own eyes. “W-what…” I couldn’t find my voice to speak as I stared at the paper in awe. “Is… I-is this real? What… I’m rich now?” “Oh, you’ve always been rich, Miss Soledad. Like rich, rich!” He guffawed and winked at me.

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed

"The Richards mansion is just a burnt ghost house, why are you so much interested in it?", Mathew asked Alan. Matthew is a thirty year old drug dealer who had a long past collaboration with Alan Richards. The work was going well when Matthew suddenly today called up for a meet because he is interested in taking Richards mansion on rent for few days.

Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.

Fresh from the gambling den, Charlie was ecstatic, clutching a bundle of cash and laughing wildly. "Zach, we won thirty thousand! Can you believe they just let us walk out?" He found it unbelievable, but Zach seemed unfazed. They hadn't just taken the house; they'd also won a considerable amount from other gamblers, and even helped the house make a profit. It was no wonder they weren't stopped. Holding the money, Charlie mused, "Zach, you wouldn’t believe it. The rich just keep getting richer. Today, our factory received a shipment of equipment, and I heard just one machine costs millions. Compared to them, this thirty thousand really isn't much."

Seven hundred thousand—an unbelievable fortune, life-changing for someone like Gloria. So that's why Isaiah stayed loyal through the madness, the long hours, the tempers. That money outweighed the grind. For Lukas, with his billions from real estate flips, tech ventures, and global deals, seven hundred grand was pocket lint. But for Gloria? A carrot on a very short stick. Somehow she fill it was worth it.

Harper grabbed my hand and nodded firmly. “I think you’re right. I’ll work hard from now on.” However, Marina clicked her tongue. “You’re listening to her nonsense? What does a sidekick know?” “Does it matter if I’m a sidekick? I make over 100,000 a day. Can you?” Marina’s eyes went wide. “What? 100,000 a day? You mean Tahlia gives you that much every single day?” “What else?”

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "

"Miss Maia's profit, in addition to the amount you placed, is a total of 475 million wolvese; which account will it be deposited in?" "475 million?" My lips parted in shock. I made 475 million? Just like that? I'm a rich woman! But wait. My brows furrowed in bewilderment. If I recall correctly, everything should be a total of 380 million. How's it 475 million now?

Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.