Ruby Franke Net Worth Novels & Stories

"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…”

Have I really escaped anything? I sit on the edge of the bed, heels still on, and let the weight of everything sink in. Married. To a man I met two nights ago. A stranger who speaks like every word is a transaction. I reach for my phone, more out of instinct than sense. The screen lights my face as I type "Cassian Dorne". The results load instantly. Cassian Dorne, CEO and founder of Dorne Enterprises. Estimated net worth: $18 billion. Known for his reclusive nature, ruthless acquisitions, and unprecedented growth of his global conglomerate.

Frankie shrugs like he's not at all irritated with my answer, but from the way the guys covering Dom widen their stances I'm not fooled. Frankie takes two steps back and puts a hand up in a friendly wave. He turns but then stops, looking back to me. "Oh and Anessa. You and I are square, but tell Ridge he owes me twenty-five." Twenty-five?

Charlie wrinkled his brow and continued interrogating Franco, “Your family’s net worth is already close to a hundred billion US dollars or so. Why would you do such an inhumane thing?” “T-this...” Franco suddenly stuttered a little. Charlie saw him falter, and he was unable to answer him. He stepped on the wound on his right leg and threatened sternly, “Are you going to tell me or not?” Franco gritted his teeth in pain and hurriedly said, “I-I will tell you...” Eventually, he spoke in a trembling voice, “My big brother, he... He has long wanted to win over the top families in Europe and the United States, so... He has set up a special supply chain business...”

He was a suave man wearing a suit and had short brown hair styled fashionably. His name was Francisco Duncan, and he was a businessman. Francisco was considered a successful business magnate in Terentville. He started his business at 20 and increased his net worth to tens of millions in just 10 years. As soon as he got on the plane, he immediately noticed Thea. Although she looked slightly disheveled and her clothes were slightly shabby, her beauty was still evident. While he sat next to her on the plane, he deliberately flaunted his 10,000 dollar phone and watch that cost hundreds of thousands, but Thea never paid him any attention.

Fran asked as they sat down, “You married a Renfry, aren't they loaded?” “Well yes.” She said anxiously, “But Logan wants to branch out, you know start his own business.” “Start his own business?” Fran scoffed, “The great heir to the Renfry fortune wants to start his own business? Why is all his money enough for him?” “Fran!” Marybeth scolded. Fran humphed and turned her head away, their table remained silent for a moment before she sighed in defeat and faced Marybeth again, “Alright, so what is it then?”

Even if Sally went back to G City and restarted her old business, doing a famous painting trade, and becoming an artist's manager, she would not be able to earn that much money in just half a year. Sally's father and mother, had been honest in this life, and it was impossible for her to have that much money all of a sudden. "The boss of the biggest investment company in G City, Vincent Franklin, has returned from overseas. Someone once gave him a valuation. His net worth is estimated to be tens of billions." Jessie heard the name Vincent, and it sounded familiar. He seemed to be the mysterious tycoon from G City that she had heard of before. He was a man who was willing to spend money for a