Novel & Cerita Richie Rich

She still had enough time to refresh her body in a warm bathroom that fit the cold weather today, before heading to her new workplace. Today is her first day within the Al Matthew Industrial Group. This giant group whose branches are all over Europe. She was finally able to be one of them. After two years of hard work, she has obtained certificates of experience that qualify her to reach that group. She has the job of special secretary to the group's chief executive Adam Matthew. The single billionaire, as the newspapers call him, is, despite skipping 30 years, and with so many rumors haunting him about his multiple women's relationships and being a first-class female visitor.

With an illustrious career spanning decades, he stands as a testament to what unwavering determination, exceptional intelligence, and a relentless pursuit of excellence can achieve. Kunal Richchand's journey to becoming a billionaire business magnate is a remarkable tale of ambition meeting opportunity. From humble beginnings, he forged his path through the complex landscape of modern business, consistently demonstrating a sharp intellect and a keen ability to navigate the most intricate challenges. His meteoric rise to prominence serves as an inspiration to aspiring entrepreneurs and leaders worldwide.

He stares pointedly, not the least bit apologetic. I want to be incensed, but this isn’t exactly a newsflash for me. The man didn’t become a billionaire by simply sticking a silver spoon in his mouth. He bought and sold companies until he’d built his own dynasty. At forty-two, he’s wealthy, affluent, revered and still so fucking mysterious. And I, at the age of twenty-six, am too enthralled by him by far. I should tread much more lightly. I understand how incredibly lucky I am to be considered a Jameson Richards confidante. Regardless of not being the cream of the crop, I am in the club.

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.

Zayd Rahmani says. I glance at my—much to my irritation—so-called best friend. I haven’t seen him in months, yet here he is, sliding up to me like he owns the room. Billionaire, CEO, owner of one of the largest oil conglomerates on the planet. No doubt the richest man in every room he steps into. He’s ditched the suit jacket, wearing only a crisp white shirt, a few buttons undone. I glance back at Rhea. “I didn’t realize you thought I actually sent an invitation.”

"Stop crying, you idiot, we're going to have to serve the crazy rich Richard Smith world soon." Her words just now managed to make me laugh out loud. However, when I realized the name Natty had mentioned, I was hit by reality again. I was slapped by the fact that my life had been really miserable. The fact that there was a family named Richard Smith who was nicknamed crazy rich, as well as a woman named Sara Smith who chose to live a miserable life with an asshole man for years, made me shed tears again with my chest feeling very tight.

My eyes widened at what I was shown. As if dealing with Haynes Chadwick wasn't enough, now there is my Dad's fucking problems to deal with. Right there on the news with the news anchor reporting—"The Scandals of Richard Ventimiglia, the CEO of RC corporations" attached to it were videos supporting the anchors claim of what the scandals were all about. I never had a good family, being born into a rich family was nothing to be proud about when my Dad was nothing but someone who can't even take care of himself and what he owns.

I spun around, and the anticipated pain never came. I opened my eyes. The person behind me shielded me while simultaneously giving Simon a hard kick. Caught off guard, Simon stumbled clumsily to the floor. He looked up in anger and growled, “You dare kick me?! “Wait, you’re M-Mr. Windsor!” Simon’s expression shifted instantly. Iris, who was standing nearby, looked up that instant. She saw Justin Windsor, the heir of the wealthiest family, beside me.

Richard logged off the computer and decided to quit for the day and call his friend, Parker, and grab a drink instead in the beautiful weather outside. Richard closed down his office, which he rented in an enormous sky scrape on the thirty-eighth floor of a company that rented out storage space and offices for small companies and one man's company as for himself. Richard Underhill was the CEO of his business, R. Underhill Incorporated Company, aka RUIC! And he had just reached one of his life goals: closing a hundred million dollars, and he had done it all by himself while trusting his ability. And now, he would begin to chase after his life dream, becoming a billionaire before thirty.

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.