Secretly Rich Man Gerald Novels & Stories

Jason asked him, turning around to see what I was watching intensively. "No it's fine." I said, returning my gaze back to Jason's. "Kurt Kenton?" "You know him?" "Who doesn't? Everyone knows he's one of the richest men in the planet. He made history when he built a tech company on his own and made his first launch." "I thought those were top secrets?"

Her fingers trailed each of the book’s spines while muttering the titles, Valencia is searching for the book named, ‘The Golden Success’, a manual literature that made the world’s well-known businessmen and businesswomen massively successful. She leaned her right shoulder on the bookshelf exhausted with her head hung low, groaning tiredly, “This is going to take me for ages.” A clacking sound of heels echoed in the interior hall, she swift her head behind to see a woman in her early 50’s pulling a trolley stacked with a mountain of books, she immediately strutted towards her, “Excuse me Ma’am!” the woman jumped in startle from her voice, “M-miss don’t surprise people like that!” the woman li

Every penny of his wealth . He entered the hotel and he could see his client and someone that was with him . Both were already waiting for him Good . This was what he liked . Getting down straight to business . He sneezed a little as he approached them , he wondered if it was the new perfume that he was wearing . Perhaps he was reacting to it . Just before he could sit down , he let out another cultured sneeze . "I'm sorry . Good morning . I'm Micheal Gerald . CEO of Gerald communication ." He held out his hand politely for the two men in front of him .

"You stole it from my family's gold mine, and you're saying it's none of my business?" I frowned slightly, confused. "What the hell are you talking about? This gold is mine." Gerald let out a mocking laugh, raising his voice. "Yours? That's hilarious. Where would a broke nobody like you get this much gold? Plus, what a coincidence that our mine just lost a shipment, and suddenly you're rich?" As soon as he said that, countless hostile gazes turned toward me. "What proof do you have?" Gerald smirked. "Kayleigh is my witness!" He then grabbed her and dragged her forward. "Go on, Kayleigh. Tell him. Didn't our mine lose gold?"

He replied. "Then say the fucking thing." I snapped. I didn't care the Lady figlio dell'inferno was sitting beside me. She has no business with the way I treat anyone in my mafia or what I call them. "I did like to make mention to the non members sir knight employed as his secretary in this company." He said. I wasn't surprised, he did find out from his stupid daughter anyway. "What? Really? That info I didn't get. So that what new, young blood." Lady figlio dell'inferno said.

Then he reached for one of the drawers on his desk and pulled out a thick envelope before sliding it toward her. Sophia stared at it in confusion. Even without touching it, she could already tell what was inside. Money. A lot of it. Her chest tightened. “What is this?” she asked quietly. The manager leaned back in his chair before answering. “It came from Mr. Hudson’s people.” Sophia felt her throat go dry. “They reviewed the CCTV footage and saw you entering the VIP suite last night,” he continued. “They instructed me to hand this to you personally.” Sophia slowly looked down at the envelope again, her fingers trembling slightly.

Linda asked. "I met the heir of Eastwood." Gilbert answered, making the eyes of his granddaughters big in shock. "W-where is he??" Linda anticipatingly asked. "I can't tell, it's either I expose his identity or break the deal." The statement of Gilbert made them disappointed, what kind of rich man is this? do they think they are not deserving of him? just how rich is he? Marcus who just came in from the back door came with some of the staffs, no one noticed him with that so he went straight up to the catering and grab foods.

“No isn’t he just a random guy that came for the exhibition “That was Noah knight” I still didn’t get “And what does that mean Sarah just get to the point, so that I can go back to my sad thoughts “That guy you just mistook as the curator is the famous billionaire that just got out of jail a week ago” Then I remembered the new on the t.v earlier, so that’s the guy everybody keeps talking about. well he is really good-looking, I wonder if ias dating anyone. not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single

But the other part, the wary part, urged her to wait. If she was going to survive this, she needed to be careful. She had already let herself get blindsided once. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. --- Adrian sat behind his desk, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. The latest article from Mercer’s camp flashed in bold letters. "Billionaire’s Marriage Scandal: Was It All a Lie?" His grip on the mouse tightened as he scrolled through the article, filled with more insinuations, more half-truths. Mercer was relentless.

"It's yours now. Everything but the security server is gone. I even packed my suits. I won't be needing them." Vivian accepted the glass of dark red wine. "Thank you, Elias. For all of it. For believing in a life that wasn't built for a billionaire." "I believe in you," he corrected, turning his body toward her. "I have no idea how to run a sustainable lifestyle. My knowledge stops at maximizing profit and acquisition. I am a retired CEO with no marketable skills outside of global finance." A genuine smile touched his lips. "I'm going to need you to teach me how to exist in a world where things matter more than money."