Rich Guy Math 777 Book Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

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 "You have a huge day tomorrow!" TBC....

"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.

Gifts worth more than thousands of dollars. With the power of just one person, Felicity’s lifeline which had been trampled, was restored immediately. Quera was a little dumbfounded at this sight of this. What? This Ordinary Man was really rich? He also had fifteen thousand dollars? “Damn it! He must have stolen money from his house!” “How can he be that rich? Isn’t he a fake local tycoon?” “Yes! He must have stolen this money! Brother Champion is the real local tycoon!”

Luka arched his brow, bored. “How much?” he asked, as if we were talking about a parking ticket. I unfolded the torn paper with shaking hands. The number glared at me like a curse. “Seven million,” I said. “Seven million, six hundred and fifty-four thousand, two hundred and seventy-four dollars and sixty-eight cents. I will pay you back. I swear on my mother’s memory. I will work. I will do anything.” He laughed. A slow, cruel sound. “Anything?” He tipped his head, studying me like I was something under a glass jar. “Kneel.”

“You promised that you won’t ever say that word again.” “Right,” Seungkwan agreed. “As a billionaire, I should ditch that dramatic language. One thing wealthy people do on a daily basis is keep their cool. According to Napoleon Hills book, “Think and Grow Rich,” to be wealthy you need to adopt a wealthy personality. So I need to be cool enough not to lose my composure or show my temper when I am in a very unpleasant circumstance.” “That’s right, that’s right,” Hoshi and Dokyeom agreed.

The day before my wedding, my ex-boyfriend asked me to meet him in a hotel room. "I heard you're getting married," he said. "Could you meet me, just this once? There's something I need to tell you." I agreed, and that night I went to the address he gave me. But the person waiting for me wasn't him. It was my fiancé, his face like a storm cloud, and beside him, his self-satisfied childhood sweetheart, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "See, Julian, I told you she wasn't being honest with you," she said. "She's finally slipped up." My fiancé's jaw clenched. He grabbed my wrist hard enough to bruise. "Why?" he demanded. I lowered my eyes and answered calmly, "Because I don't want

I smirked in satisfaction as Taylor approached me. When I shifted my gaze to Mr. Ken, his eyebrows were furrowed in seriousness. "Open those suitcases and show Mr. Ken my gift, Taylor," I ordered Taylor. Taylor then opened the two suitcases as I had instructed. Revealing a stack of neatly bound cash. The total amount was $400,000,000. I saw Mr. Ken’s face go wide-eyed, his mouth agape in disbelief, and he swallowed hard. As his nickname suggests: The Money-Hungry Man. Just look at his gleaming eyes after facing a pile of hundreds of millions of dollars.