Ruby Franke Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Oh my God! I am feeling frustrated! I mean I love her, the way she dresses, how sophisticated she is, her angelic face, the way she speaks, she sounds so nice and her accent. I love her British accent! And now I will find out that she's into Travis Forger too! Now, I am starting to hate her!" "Isn't her family the owners of one of the big fast food chains here in the Philippines?" One of them nodded again. “No wonder the Forgers promised one of their children to the Madrigals! The latest news is that the net worth of the Madrigals is already at eight hundred million." My eyes widened from what I heard! "But the Forger's network is already at $1.8 billion, and is still unbeaten." Travis' we

I pressed her again, not sure that she could hear me through the shock of whatever it was that she was taking in. “We just got a huge donation,” Frankie blurted out at last. “From that Harry guy. You remember? The one who took Tink?” “How big are we talking here?” I asked. Marjorie handed me the phone silently, her eyes wide. I took it, looked down at the amount—and damn near dropped the thing in surprise. “That much!” I exclaimed, totally astonished. I’d known he was rich, but that level? The fact that he could just toss that money in our direction like it was nothing?

Frank glanced at me and smiled before continuing with his speech, "In support of the new projects she has decided to start, I will donate $30 million of my own money to help see that her vision for her pack becomes a reality." Holy Moly! I wanted to scream. Everyone was in awe of Frank. A glance at him and one would know he is wealthy, but no one would ever think his wealth would stretch so far that he had a whopping $30 million to spare. The crowd erupted again with chants and applause of appreciation filling the air. After spending a little more time with the pack, we left. When we arrived at my house, Frank stayed inside while I went to see Beta Ken and Grace off. "You didn't tell me he i

And he began to read out the names and how much they paid. Mr and Mrs Osman of Nice house of plastics - 10million. Holtona Shantal - 55million Atimo Andrew of Hardware center-10million Dartex Kizman of DK international-25 million William Wanta of William advocates-15million Andre Astin - 30million Mary Omondo of Maria bridals-20 million Robert Kenze of Kenze investments - 40million Catherine - 10million Willy-10million Kera Hassan of Kera hardware world-15million.

Francisco believed, because other than that, there was no other explanation, and when the old man was alive Anna was his favorite so it was not impossible to leave her a fortune. Isabel thought for a moment, extending her index finger. He took a deep breath. "Four hundred million. They blinked at what they heard. "What?!" Francisco asked irritably. "Four million?!" There was a hint of annoyance in Frederick's voice. Marcella blew out a violent breath then turned to her cousin."And just for Anna?"

"Trust me, you wouldn't want that." "Yeah, you are right. You might start a fistfight." I couldn't help my laugh at her words. "So, what is our damage?" She asked. “Three hundred and ninety thousand dollars." Franco announced. "Oh wow, I thought it would have been more than that. I was sweaty to hear the price." She laughed. When they left, Franco hurried over to lock the door. "Can we please go home?" He said. At the same time, I said. "Well, that was a disaster."

"Where did that money come from?" "Hmm… Some patient consultation fees, I guess." Frank shrugged. He did not mention the royalties he received from Lane Holdings or Grande Pharma—not that he would understand the numbers anyway. "What?! You'd get paid so much from visiting patients?" Kat was shocked, already planning to give up martial arts to take up healing. Lily was staring at Frank as well and said tentatively, "Thank you so much for helping us out today, Mr. Lawrence. We will return your money soon."

When he saw Franco, his face broke into a smirk of barely concealed disdain. “Ah, Franco. Back so soon?” Richard’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Did you come to beg for more time, or have you finally brought me what I’m owed?” Franco approached with a grim expression, his frustration evident. “I don’t have any more money to give you,Dad. I’ve sold the company to Celine. The proceeds from that sale were used to settle my debts.” Richard’s eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and incredulity. “You sold the company to Celine? That’s rich. And here I thought you’d be able to provide for me, not hand over everything to your ex-wife.”

While reading their profiles, I exclaimed, "Woah, I had no idea they were such a big deal." My eyes widened and I covered my mouth in disbelief as I turned the page to the next page. "Raven is on of the backer?" I keep reading his profile and drowning in his earnings. "Around $200 million... per month?! What the fudge?!" "Where are the particulars, Ms. Formosus?" "Oh, my God!" I jumped on my swivel chair and held my chest because of the sudden talk from Mr. Jax. I inhaled and exhaled before facing him.

“I need you to make some changes to Francis’s compensation as a shareholder.” Ruth’s brow furrowed as she flipped open her clipboard. “Changes? What kind?” “Cut all forms of his salaries and bonuses tied to his shareholder status,” I said, my tone unyielding. “If he’s earning, say, $60,000 monthly, reduce it to $20,000. Effective immediately.” Ruth’s pen froze mid-note. Her eyes widened, darting up to meet mine. “Twenty thousand? Ma’am, are you sure? That’s… drastic. Francis has been a major shareholder for years. This could cause a lot of…”