Ruby Franke Net Worth Novels & Stories

She asked with her arms crossed. Franco didn't reply because he didn't feel like talking about it. He didn't like the fact that he used to be an errand boy for the woman that murdered his junior brother. He clenched his fist tight and didn't escape Brenna's notice. "Jugging from the way you're behaving, I'm guessing you were no one important before your accident, you're not a hidden CEO nor a rich guy so how are you coming to pay me back over five million?" She asked.

Elena at charity galas where tickets cost a million dollars each. "This can't be right," Marcus whispered. "She was nobody. A waitress working at some dive bar. I saved her from that life." "You didn't save her from anything. She was hiding." Frank pointed to a document. "See this? Her personal net worth is estimated at forty-seven billion dollars. Billion, with a B. She owns companies you've probably never heard of. Art worth hundreds of millions. Real estate on three continents." Marcus's vision swam. "No. No, this is wrong. I would have known. Someone would have told me."

When Christin thought of such information which he had received, he felt that this was a complete humiliation. Although the Vincent family was really like an ant when compared to the big families such as the Toland and Andrew families, their family was definitely considered rich in the eyes of ordinary people. According to Christin's view, Franklin had shares that belonged to Sigrid and he was earning more than one million dollars a month with that. Despite that, Franklin had raised Kama and Rebecca with the money that belonged to Sigrid while giving the rightful owner only 3,000 dollars a month. What did 3,000 dollars mean to Christin?

“But not with me. If we had accepted your investment, Titan Capital Group would’ve swallowed Blackridge whole.” Franklin smiled. But it didn’t reach his eyes. “You flatter yourself,” he said coolly. “If I wanted to be Forbes number one in Manhattan, I’d just leverage the Roth Empire’s finances. But I didn’t.” He tilted his head. “So, what do you think?” Drake felt the ground shift beneath his feet. Ever since he’d turned down that deal, he and Franklin had barely tolerated each other. But this was something else entirely. He’d never imagined himself standing here, at Franklin’s mercy.

Some minutes later, she arrived at the mansion and the gate was open for her and she went inside. Mr.Frank is a well-known businessman who deals in oil and gas and also cars, he owns the biggest company in America and has had many achievements even as a senator. He started investing in different businesses at a very early age with the help of his uncle who later betrayed him and ran away with all his saves, until he built it up again with the support of his girlfriend who he later took as his wife, Mrs. Elena. Although Mr.Frank lost his parents at a very tender age to go be with his betrayal of an uncle, his dream of becoming something in life never changed, he worked hard to become where he

He needed a huge sum of money and unwavering support of the media to keep his business going as he had almost gone bankrupt. I helped him with that and in return got Sabrina. I had to take her as I knew what I was after then. Half of the shares that belonged to RC corporations and a dorm account that was in Sabrina's name—A dorm account holding 30billion dollars that was given in Sabrina's name by her late maternal grandfather.

"Ah, Mr. Franzine, it is a great honor for me to help you," said Mrs. Rita Arshen. She didn't expect to get a direct call from Jayden Franzine, the heir to the Franzine industry who is said to be the number one richest bachelor at Sky High and number five in the world. Jaydan Franzine, who was mysterious and rarely appeared, now contacted her directly. Rita Arshen will not ask where Jayden Franzine knows her personal phone number, because for someone of the class of the Franzine family, that question will sound ridiculous.

Rat said, “That night, your ex-brother-in-law seemed to have done something to you. If you don’t want to know, then forget about it. I promise that I won’t say anything about it. After all, I have good work ethics.” After pondering for a while, Beatrice finally said, “How much?” “Five thousand dollars!” “Isn’t that expensive?” “Ms. Assex, your sister is now the CEO of Assex Conglomerate with a net worth of hundreds of millions of dollars. You couldn’t possibly don’t have this much money, right? I believe we can still be friends after this, right?” “Fine. But I don’t have enough money right now. I’ll owe you two thousand dollars first.”

However, Franco felt at peace again when he remembered that East League Capitals had several trillion dollars’ worth of assets and that they were still growing in value by the minute. To that young boss, twenty billion dollars probably felt the same as how ten or twenty dollars felt to him! There were probably many instances where he did not even know his businesses were generating non-stop income for him. “Franco! How are the families of my two aunts, Sally Lowe and Diana Lidell, doing? Be honest, and don’t try to spruce up the story! I don’t like bootlicking, I like hearing the truth.”

He was the man from last night—the one who nearly took me away. He stood calmly in front of a swarm of reporters, his face as stern as ever. His sharp eyes and chiseled jaw gave him an aura of power and arrogance. He spoke with authority, every syllable drawing me in, my eyes glued to his striking face. Adrian Foster—the CEO of the Foster Group. Possessing unimaginable wealth and a mysterious identity. His net worth was estimated at over 500 billion dollars. No one could calculate his true fortune—it was simply too vast, spanning nearly the entire universe.