Rich Guy Math 777 Book Novels & Stories

I answered and I chew the meat. “Well, I am not good at math. I just know how to analyze the problems” he answered humbly. “Jeez! Stop saying that, crackhead.” And he rolled his eyes against me. I passed the phone to Lester and he reads the question. “Who would most likely be the richest? Isn’t that obvious? It’s Lou” HE said while looking at the camera. I smiled when I hear that.

Before I could even get to the dining room, my eyes caught a glimpse of something on the table and the thing seemed like a letter. Awen So sweet!'. I mumbled…. Before running as fast as my feet could carry me, toward the dining room. I ran like a wild beast, and then I grabbed the white envelope and opened it without letting my breath out. Immediately I was successfully able to open the envelope…… I brought out the piece of paper that was inside and quickly opened it to read what Edward had written. 'Three hundred million dollars!'. That was the first thing that I saw and it was written in capital letters.

Atticus Hungler, the leader of an ancient pack with ties to my family, watched me approach with keen interest. "Atticus," I greeted him, my voice low and measured as I extended my hand in greeting. "It's been too long." Atticus returned my handshake with a firm grip, his gaze piercing as he studied me intently. "Indeed it has, Nicholas," he replied, his tone guarded. "To what do I owe the pleasure of you talking to me tonight?" I wasted no time in getting to the point, my words carefully chosen as I broached the subject that had been weighing heavily on my mind. "I need information, Atticus," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "Information about the Grants from Huntsville."

Esther grumbled as she fixed her seatbelt. "Really? Is it an old guy with large bucks?" Elise asked funnily. Esther froze for a while, remembering the prestige and exquisiteness of that important person. She was sour again in her heart. Really lucky, not only having loads of cash, still having a hot and rich husband! "Yeah, he's old!" Esther responded indignantly. "So you are not the one who has a sugar daddy, but that woman. And you can still leech her off!" Elise teased and chuckled.

My cheek burned like fire. The crowd went silent. I locked my eyes on Clara, refusing to flinch. My silence rattled Clara, but she lifted her chin again. "What are you looking at? Dressed like a pauper and still trying to play the heiress? If this jet is really yours, I'll bow and scrape." I broke free of their grip and yanked the ribbon off the tail. "Clara, do you even realize those letters, SV, are my initials?" "Shut up, you shameless bitch! Still running your mouth?"

Her plan was to befriend Angelica and put together her plans to take over. She loved money and power, so she needed lots of money—and the easiest way was to marry a wealthy man. Her research showed that Angelica was married to the third richest man in the country, with the Yung family being the first, and their sons being the second and richest families. Yet no one knew about the sons being the second richest—the information was under an LLC corporation named Sacred Hearts. Only a handful of people knew because they were on the board. The confidentiality form that they had signed, if broken, would not only destroy them but their families. The pay was extraordinary, so no one dared to speak a

"I want you to stay by my side." I rolled my eyes. "I'm being serious." His smile deepened, and he reached out and pulled me into his arms. "Then give me 100 forgiveness credits." "What do you mean?" "If I ever hurt you one day, just mark it down. It'll count against one credit, and you'll forgive me." I couldn't help but laugh at how absurd the idea was. "And what if you used up all 100 of the credits?" His smile gradually faded. "Then we're even."