Ruby Franke Net Worth Novels & Stories

“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…”

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?

“How are we going to go overseas if we do not have any money?” “Well... if you truly do not have the money, I can lend you some.” Roxanne expressed this with a generous heart. “How much are you willing to offer?” Frank could not tolerate it any longer. “Do you mean tens of millions or hundreds of millions?” “I only want to help you out of kindness, Brother. How could you...”

From then I became alert and I decided to lay a trap of my own. I still have less information and in need of proof, but I have managed to find my motive. Frank Turner was the richest man not only in this country but his name was well known in the world. He managed to build himself an empire and that comes with a lot of enemies. I have managed to put a list of those who would benefit the most and managed to get three names on the top of my list. Frank’s opposition benefited a lot after Frank died, Frank’s lawyer Tino didn’t have the fortune he has now and moved into a mansion two years after their death, and lastly, Frank’s partner and best friend took over Turner Corp. He might not be obviou

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

"Mr. Xever Rhodes, just how much of your family's wealth have the Blake and Francis families gobbled up over the years?" "I've got the numbers!" Wynie cut in before Xever could reply, her voice booming. "Our cosmetics company, valued at nearly two hundred eighty million dollars, was strong-armed away by the Francises for a measly seven million!" "And let's not forget the pharmaceuticals firm, worth close to four hundred twenty million dollars, that the Blakes grabbed for less than fifteen million dollars!" "Got it," Howard nodded, then fixed his eyes on them. "So, with five years and with interest, it should be about double, right?"

Krista was practically vibrating with rage. Franco took the podium. He looked out over the sea of London’s elite. His dark eyes were entirely unimpressed by their wealth. "I am a man who deals in investments," Franco’s voice boomed, deep and gravelly, commanding absolute silence. "I have spent my life calculating risk, extracting value, and liquidating assets that no longer serve a purpose. But recently, I learned a very humbling lesson about true value." His gaze locked directly onto me.