Spencer Elden Net Worth Novels & Stories

Spencer Sachs, a Cabinet dignitary and a God of War, was 65 years old and had only one arm. "Where's my granddaughter?" "You fool! Just look around and see who looks like your granddaughter!" Zayan walked into the courtyard, loudly calling out but with a satisfied smile on his face. Spencer quickly fixed his gaze on Matilda, trembling with excitement. "She looks just like her!" "Enough about that. What about your son, Logan? He's going to the firmament. What do you plan to do?"

His mother, Caroline Spencer Battenkurt, the sole heiress to the Spencer fortune, came from a family of immense generational wealth as well, even before her arranged marriage to Edward. Even before Chaos was born, he was already considered as the luckiest child to be born in such a joint household of the Spencers and the Battenkurts. Following their marriage, Edward and Caroline joined forces to solidify their joint global business, which became renowned as the world’s biggest joint business of the two wealthiest families in the world.

They waited for him for half an hour, then they left. In the meantime, at the venue, the Spencer family was with the Bennet family. The Spencer family was ranked eighth as the wealthiest family in the country. Tiffany's father, Mr Trevor Spencer, looked at Mr Josh Bennet smiling and said, "Mr Bennet, your son is outstanding. He managed to build his company to this level within a couple of years. I don't mind having your son as my son-in-law." Josh Bennet's heart swelled with pride when he heard Mr Spencer praising his son and replied, "Thank you, Mr Spencer, but I promised my son that I would not meddle in his private affairs. Let's leave this matter to the children."

The Keller sisters finally snapped out of it, and each of them stared in shock. Spencer, that beast of a man, had just been crushed by Andrew? Judging by their sizes, Andrew looked like a featherweight compared to Spencer. How the hell did that even happen? From afar, Elon let out a cold scoff as he kicked up his leg in amusement. He muttered, "What an idiot. With the kind of pathetic money the Irving family has, they're not even worthy of shining that monster's shoes." He already knew that Spencer was not just going to lose—he was going to be utterly humiliated. Not just him, but every other spoiled heir in the room was going to get wrecked.

He chuckled, a sound that scraped against my eardrums like nails on a chalkboard. “Still bitter, are we? Annalise saw through you eventually. All flash, no substance.” I slammed the beer mug down a little harder than necessary, the condensation leaving a ring on the polished wood. “Substance? You? The only thing substantial about you is your ego, and that’s about as inflated as a punctured beach ball.” Spencer’s smile faltered for a second, then he scoffed. “Easy for you to say, Mr. Moneybags. At least I didn’t need Annalise’s father’s money to get ahead.”