Sophie Dee Net Worth Novels & Stories

"We’re having some problems at Sanford Entertainment right now. We really can't come up with that much money at the moment." Sophia laughed and took a sip from her teacup. "‘Mr. Brandon, since you said we're in the same industry, you must know that building internet celebrity fame and acquiring resources requires money. “We’ve gained some popularity, so terminating the contract now will mean I’ll lose money." "I know. Let's call this a favor between friends. If there's anything you need, just say the word," Brandon said. Sophia smiled. "A favor between friends? Twenty million dollars isn't a small price for a favor, Mr. Brandon."

This was entirely my decision. I let out a soft scoff and didn't bother replying. I took out my phone. 'Second chance.' My finger tapped lightly. 'Transferring liquid assets… 'Clearing private investment funds…' At that very moment, Ethan—holding the fragile Sophie in the hospital—had no idea. Just to make his precious Sophie happy, he had paid another eight million as the price of his performance.

Holy shit! ‘Sophia Weasley (born 25th April 1995) is an American business magnate, chairman, managing director, and the second-largest shareholder of C & C Ltd., a Fortune Global 1000 company and Brazil’s most valuable company by market value. According to Forbes and Bloomberg Billionaires Index, Weasley’s net worth is estimated at US $27 billion as of December 2021, making her the richest woman in the world.’

The whole thing was nothing but a mere joke to him, a deadly trap for her from the very beginning. Lies! What does Sophia mean by tens of billions? She only got a few thousands as her pocket money and nothing else, so since when did she have ten of billions net worth? How could they go through all the struggle and do this to her all for just a little sum of money? They told lies, pretended to be nice, made her believe and trust them wholeheartedly, then they finally went ahead to stab and poison her. The cruelest of cruel! They are no different from animals!

"But Sophia is a woman too, isn't she?" "Sophia is different. She's an online influencer, and she's always sharing her life as a wealthy wife. She's sophisticated and elegant… Ugh, what's the point in telling you this? You wouldn't get it. Just give the shares back to Dad." I glanced at the new gold bracelet I had bought and smiled to myself. It really was true that money knew quality. The bracelet looked stunning, and I was sure Alice would love it, too. "I sold the shares. You can find whoever who bought them to buy them back."

I couldn't believe my eyes when Sofia suddenly appeared in front of me. Meanwhile, I could hear whispers from my employees behind my back. "Sofia?!" I exclaimed, taken aback. "I'm willing to offer you two million for your coffee shop," she said to me. "Is that woman his wife? Did she just offer him a billion?" I overheard one of my employees gossiping. "No, I don't think they're married. His wife is actually a CEO," another employee chimed in.

she muttered, stopping before me and sucking on her lower lips. "So??" "Fifty million dollars. Sold!" Sophia announced. My eyes darted to the girl, and I saw some relief wash over her features. It was understandable. I could only imagine the horrors of what these horny men would do to her if they had purchased her. But to be frank, it was probably nothing compared to what I would do to her, but she didn't know this and that made it even more exciting. Sophia returned to the stage and opened the cell, pulling the girl out and bringing her to me.

Sophia went very still. "Two point eight billion." She repeated. "That figure predates her current role entirely." Denise continued. "It reflects only her inherited equity stake and its appreciation over time. Her grandfather's broader family fortune, which she now stands to inherit in full given her position as sole heir, exceeds that figure by a considerable margin." Sophia's grip on the phone tightened. "How does that compare to Blackwood Group's current valuation?" She asked, some part of her already suspected the answer before Denise provided it.

She reached into her apparently bottomless handbag and withdrew what appeared to be a business card made of actual gold. "Sophie Field," she announced with a theatrical flourish. "The real Sophie Field, not the ghastly impostor who stole my identity and used my money to fund schemes against your family. I am, as you Americans say, rolling in it. Disgustingly wealthy. Embarrassingly rich. The kind of money that makes people uncomfortable at dinner parties." She paused for effect, clearly enjoying the growing bewilderment on my face.