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One of the others asked, "Huh? Isn't Edward's family super rich?" Candy looked at them with disdain and replied, "You people really are so shallow! That was a Rolls Royce Cullinan—a model so rare and luxurious that you can't buy it even if you're rich." She paused for a moment, then added, "To own one, your wealth has to span generations. Even then, you'd still need to be chosen in order to purchase it."

Vincent laughed. "Cyrus, don't take this the wrong way, but the way the truly rich play is beyond anything ordinary people can imagine. You think the lives of tycoons in web novels are exaggerated and fake, right? Compared to reality, those stories still hold back." Cyrus's expression sharpened. Everyone had a weakness for gossip. "Oh?" he said. "How so?" Vincent smiled. "Severin doesn't just have tens of thousands of women. He has well over 100,000."

How had I been sitting here talking to him like he was just some successful doctor when his family basically owned half the economy? I looked at him and gulped, thanking Christ I hadn't run his beloved Bruno over. I would be drowning in lawsuits. It's no wonder he offered to pay an entire store's daily sales at the mall like it was pocket change. This private recovery suite that cost thousands per night was pennies to him. Before I could stop myself the words slipped out. "Just how rich are you?" My hands immediately flew to my mouth. "I mean I didn't—you know what, pretend you didn't hear my struggling working class ass ask that question."

"Very rich women. So tips. I am an old poor man." Julia and I exchanged glances. Hers said: Did he just say billionaires? Mine said: Did he just say "womens"? I cleared my throat. "Sir, we're really not rich. We're actually—" He waved me off. "No, no, no. I know rich women. You are rich women. Rich women always say they are not rich women. It is classic move." "It's not a move," I said, my voice climbing another octave. "I work at a café. We are not rich."

Annabella said and Cindy groaned "Why!!!" She shouted "Because I don't know how to act,I don't even know what to wear" Annabella said "You should have at least asked me" Cindy said "He said I should give him date later" Annabella sighed "Good,tomorrow night would do" Cindy smiled "So...will you tell me about him?" Annabella asked and Cindy smiled "You came to the best" she grinned and cleared her throat "Actually for the past eight years,Thadeus Storm has been declared and known as the richest billionaire in the world,until three years ago" Cindy said and Annabella listened with total interest

Belle's POV AFTER THREE WEEKS I used to think rich people have it all and the poor are the unfortunate ones meant to have one problem or the other that they are to solve every single day of their lives, most of which has to do with their finances. My thinking now has changed, ever since the day I visited Zayden's parents and I got to meet his mother and his father. Zayden is a billionaire but he has his unfair share of life challenges.

Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.

"Sir, but they have no money. You saw it yourself, didn't you? They only have $4000 in their pockets. That's why I threw them out of the store. I felt what I did was right. Poor people like them are likely to steal." "Poor people? You said they were poor?" repeated Leuwis, raising his voice. "For your information, the man you call a pauper is the richest man in New York. He made the largest investment in the 'Black Rose'. If I hadn't come quickly, my boss would have fired me." What? The richest man in New York? Nora's mouth fell open. She really couldn't believe what she had just heard. How could such a wealthy person bring only $4000 to an expensive jewelry store?

he asked. “What?” I asked. “They were already rich. They were part of the richest households in the kingdom; she was just greedy for more,” he said, chuckling. I am sure he has had more crazy experiences. “What did you do to her?” I asked. “I did the findings, and it turns out they had dirty money. It was money from cheating the villagers, so I collected it back from them—all they ever had, and the rest was history,” he said, smiling. “So there were no packs before? Just a kingdom with villagers or people,” I said.