Sheldon Creed Net Worth Novels & Stories

"That's the problem. There can't be someone else. It has to be you. You're my dad's favorite mistress in case you haven't noticed. Your presence in my life will prick his skin more than any other lady out there. Do we have a deal?" What? "Hold on, you can't just decide this like you have power over me. I don't even know you—" "Will this money be enough for a month?" He asked showing me his phone screen. I saw a good amount of money typed on the screen and I was about to wet myself because of it. My eyes grew twice as big and my lips were finding it hard to close. I used my palm to save myself from embarrassment. "For—For me in a month?" I stuttered. "Yes, Sheldon. Do we have a deal or not?"

Thomas was helping Sharon. Jamie said, "Sharon didn't take money from Carter or anyone else, yet within three days, she managed to raise an enormous sum. When Julliard's company hit a crisis, she invested around two billion dollars there. That means Sharon had at least fifty billion in her hands." His eyes darkened. If not for that two billion injection, he and Silas wouldn't have underestimated her. That single move had upended their calculations—allowing Sharon to swoop in and buy Silas's company at rock bottom.

Placing the coffee on the table and passed me the Ipad, which I immediately swiped open. I could see the golden grin formed on the corner of his lips as I checked in with the news. TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD, BILLIONAIRE/ BUSINESS TYCOON. ZANE CREED HAS BEATEN THE LIKES OF NATASHA TAYLOR, RICHARD MOFURE, MOHAMMED KUMAR, AND OTHERS TO BECOME THE NO. 1 BUSINESS TYCOON IN THE WORLD WITH NETWORTH US$200.5 BILLION. ZANE IS KNOWN AS THE FOUNDER OF AINSOFT AND WHITE ORIGIN ( THE WORLD'S LARGEST GAME COMPANY). Click here for more info...

My desk is exactly where I left it yesterday, buried under a mountain of paperwork, three different coffee cups I forgot to throw away, and a sticky note from June that just says DON'T FORGET in his aggressive handwriting. I sit down, power on my computer, and pull up the partnership files. Foxe Shield. CEO of Shield Industries. Twenty-nine years old. Net worth estimated at somewhere north of five hundred million. Specializes in tech acquisitions and venture capital. No social media presence, not even LinkedIn. No scandals. No messy public breakups. Nothing. The man is a freaking ghost. The only photo I can find is a professional headshot from some business magazine article, and even that lo

All I can think about is him. Damien Cross. My boss I pull up a browser and type his name into the search bar. The results are overwhelming. Damien Cross, CEO of Cross Enterprises. 34 years old. Estimated net worth: $15 billion. Self-made, apparently... no family money, no silver spoon. Built his empire from nothing. There are photos. Professional ones from business magazines and newspapers. There are pictures of Dante in a tux at charity galas, of him cutting ribbons at building openings, and of him shaking hands with politicians and celebrities and other billionaires.

“So, your first impression of me is a spoiled brat and a rebel heiress married to a playboy billionaire. You wondered, what a perfect match of privilege trust funds kids.” “You, maybe, but Mr. Creed is not a privileged trust fund kid. He’s self-made. You two are still perfect, and I was wrong about you. First, I refused twice with this assignment. But I didn’t have a choice since I was just an employee like everyone else. And yeah, I have money. I invested my money in the firm, Mykel’s company, and with Cenric’s.” “Glad I proved you wrong. Tell me, are you dating anyone?”

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.

“I’m Adrian Carter.” I reached out, taking his hand, but the moment his name registered, my entire body tensed. “The Adrian Carter?” I quizzed while he nodded. I had to fight to keep my face neutral, but internally, I was screaming. Adrian Carter. One of the top tech moguls in the industry. Young, brilliant, and ridiculously wealthy. I’d seen his name all over the news, his company being valued in the billions. He was one of those men… powerful, respected, and in high demand.

t that great? However, Taylor"s focus was that Ethan spent 100 million on Kristen. "Are you telling the truth? A hundred million just to buy her a role?" Her eyes were filled with jealousy. Sheldon said, "You should look ahead. Mr. Breed is also capable of doing that. If you follow him, your life will be better than Kristen"s. You can have whatever you want." Taylor sneered, "Can I act in Mr. Scott"s movie? As long as I can, I promise to marry him!"

The sincerity and humbleness he displayed left those around him in shock. They all wondered what was happening. Sheldon was a member of the Keane family, and was in charge of the most luxurious residential area in Jeorgia, which meant that he had extremely high status in the city. Countless powerful figures fawned over and respected him, so he was never seen being so respectful toward someone else. It was odd enough for him to respect Cedric, so his respect toward Faye was only stranger. People started to wonder who Cedric and Faye truly were.