Sophia Choi Net Worth Novelas e Histórias

However, Sophie was an F-lister, still living in straitened circumstances even after becoming an influencer. Sophie told her fans that she was a socialite, but the reality was that everything she owned, including her luxury house and sports cars, was not hers. She rented from other people. Therefore, she owed a lot of money, but luckily, her income as an influencer was able to pay off the installment. Later, she slowly started losing her followers. She couldn't pay off the installment anymore with her salary, so she had no choice but to borrow money from Tiffany. Tiffany lent her $40,000 without any hesitation, so Sophie was very thankful for her at that time.

However, when it comes to a meeting with the finance department, she becomes cold. Sophia Martinez, the woman who entered, was the deputy of the finance department. She is hailed as the beautiful young genius of the finance department. She was praised for being successful at the young age of 27. She enjoyed the limelight for 3 years. And no one could outshine her. Well, not until Phyllis officially joined the company.

He blurted out, his words full of liveliness. Authur strutted to Damian in reply and stood by his side. He stared at the tablet screen, his finger making some touches on it. He leaned in, placing the tablet under Damian’s gaze. Silence wafted the atmosphere as Damian perused through the display on the screen. The text on the screen read, [ Sophia, the former wife to a billionaire interviewed on Forbes as the CEO of a one-year-old cosmetics company] Damian’s gaze widened and the bottle under his grasp fell to the ground, shattering into pieces, which almost startled Authur. “How did she pull that?" Damian muttered under his breath, his heart pounding nastily in his chest.

On board the Luxor Grande, a massive 230-foot private jet cutting through the night sky, was none other than Edward Harrington, the big-shot CEO of Harrington Group of Companies. He’s rocking those fancy shades and a suit that screamed 'I'm rich and I know it,' perfectly matching the luxurious private jet he'd purchased for a cool $600,000,000 during his Swiss vacation. Talk about living the high life. It had been six months since Edward jetted off to Europe for some serious business. Now, he’s itching to get back to the Philippines and surprise the most important woman in his life, Alice Dawson—his girlfriend of five years and his childhood sweetheart.

"This outfit? Just something I picked up casually. Only tens of thousand." I let out a short laugh and typed. [Return the coat before you embarrass yourself.] The moment I sent it, the chat exploded. [Who are you? Jealous of our queen?] Then Tara messaged me directly, full of smugness. [Sophia. I've got hundreds of thousands of followers now. Being jealous won't help you.] I replied coldly. [I've already reported the theft. The total value is in the millions. You can prepare for prison.] She paused for a few seconds, then replied.

Then, finally, "I speak to many people at these events. I don't recall." The dismissal was so smooth, so perfectly polite, that it took Sophia a moment to register the insult. He didn't remember her. Or worse, he did remember and simply didn't care enough to acknowledge it. "Of course," Sophia said tightly. "Apologies for the confusion." She stepped past him, pride demanding she walk away with dignity rather than standing there like an idiot. But she heard Damian's voice behind her. "That's Sophia Dante," he said to Theo. "Fashion designer. Her company is worth over five hundred million dollars. Maybe you should remember people before dismissing them."

“Later we found out some ultra-rich heir had donated a hundred million to the school just for her. That heir was Felix Gibson.” Sophie let out a soft “Oh,” her eyes flicking back to Miranda. “She’s ridiculously lucky,” Jasmine said with a shake of her head. “I heard she’s kicking off her first nationwide concert tour in May. She owns multiple design companies now too. And get this—she just bought a massive estate in the most exclusive part of town. She’s already hit a dozen millionaire-level goals. Honestly? Comparing yourself to people like that will only drive you nuts.”

Her mouth parted just a little before she echoed, "Did you just say a hundred million?" Sophia nodded once, biting down the urge to flinch. Lyriel blinked again, this time dramatically. "And you call that little? A hundred million dollars ,little?" Lyriel asked with a raised brow, a disbelieving laugh slipping through her lips. "Wow, Sophia… what do you call a large amount then? An entire country?" Sophia gave a nervous laugh, brushing her hair back—a habit she always had when she was uneasy. Lyriel stood still for a moment, now biting her nails. “What’s even my net worth these days,” she muttered, but loud enough for Sophia to hear.

Sophia said, her eyes soft as though she was about to cry. “She was here for the meeting today.” “I know,” Sophia nodded. “I saw her earlier” “And she was with him,” I muttered. “Him?” She arched a brow. “Who?” “Adrian Cole” I said, the name itself angered me. “He looked at her like he owned her.” “The CEO of Xia corp?” She gasped. “How did she meet someone like him?” “Huh?” I turned to her, just to be sure what she was mumbling.

“I’m sorry… I forgot to bring them…” When Julie heard this, she immediately let out a long sigh of disappointment. Meanwhile, the other ladies rolled their eyes. Sonia Judas, who sat across from her, wore Chanel’s limited-edition outfit from head to toe. “Annabeth… Honestly speaking, you didn’t get them, did you?” Sonia said straightforwardly. Annabeth knew that Sonia was currently a female streamer at Flying Fish Media’s live streaming platform. She was one of their best female streamers. Her annual income was up to a hundred million dollars.