Rich Guy 소설 & 이야기

The man with the most money was always right! Javier had not planned to give a d*mn about this new guy, but now, he laughed and looked at him. “Oh, you’re very rich, are you? Let’s play a game we rich folks play in our free time then. Let’s see how rich you really are.”

"You should be added to the list of the richest men in the world with all this extravagance." Richard chuckled, a self-assured smile playing at the corners of his lips as he basked in my praise. "I like to think I'm doing alright," he replied, his tone casual yet tinged with a hint of pride. "But you know what they say, money can't buy happiness." I nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words even as I marveled at the sheer magnitude of his wealth. But then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Richard leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Riya said, her words shameless and unapologetic. " I knew that you would help me Granny, thank you so much. " Zick with a hidden smirk. " I know that guy, Maxwell Williams. He is the first richest trillionaire in this country which makes you the second richest person in this country." " Don't worry, I'm helping you because you've changed into a good boy. " Riya said. " Just give me a week to sort everything out okay? Go and freshen up and come down for breakfast okay? "

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.

“He’s still insanely wealthy probably a billionaire. Nobody gets to the level of yacht-rich without exploiting people.” Andre smiled. “You really don’t know who he is.” XXX

“He’s unbelievably generous. Just hands out a million like it’s nothing. He’s got to be a hundred times richer than Mr. Hill.” “No kidding,” Benny muttered, eyes gleaming. “That man’s got money written all over him.”

"Oh my God, that's a private jet! Whose is it? That's insane!" "You didn't see Clara, our department's queen bee, sitting inside? Figures." "No wonder she posted yesterday that her back-to-school gift was sweet. Talk about filthy rich." I stood on the edge of the crowd, watching my private jet smothered in pink ribbons and balloons like some oversized birthday cake, my brows tightening. That jet, Serena Vale, had been my eighteenth-birthday gift.

My friend and some of the other girls were back there gossiping. “What’s the chatter about?” I asked. “Don't you know who that is?” One of the girls asked. “No, who is he?” They all gasped like I said something criminal. “He's one of the richest men in this city. He has been in the US for a while now and he’s back now. Word has it that he’s part of the mafia.” “Oh,” I murmured. I knew he was rich but I didn’t think he would be that rich.

Karter gives me weak smile, "A lot of things in the past have made me quite closed off and honestly I don't really mind it anymore" "So you really have given up haven't you?" I ask. Karter raises an eyebrow, "Given up? What are you talking about? I have this successful business, I'm one of the wealthiest people alive. What do you exactly mean when you say "Given up"?" "I mean no offence but there's a huge difference in being rich and successful and being happy. Alot of poor people, who have barely anything are happy" "Do you think I'm not happy?" Karter asks.

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.