The Invisible Rich Man Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 290 The fat man was shocked, his jaw nearly dropped to the floors he watched Richard push a cart of chips towards them. Did this fellow really exchange five hundred million dollars worth of chips? Not only the fat man shocked, but all the onlookers echoed his surprise as well. Who knew this man was so rich? Who was he? Oh God!

He immediately drove off as the gate opened. Maelie chose to remain silent, her eyes shifting to the luxurious mansion in front of her, so big it could be called a mansion. "You're really rich... How could you let me suffer financially all this time while you have a lot of money? You're stingy, and you don't love me!" she expressed angrily. "As I said, I didn't show my wealth because I want you to love me for who I am," Erland replied. "That's just your excuse!"

I didn’t give a fuck about his nudity. “easy there sassy lady. Yunno that man you knocked down outside?, he’s a very wealthy and influential man with a nasty way of making it. Yunno not all billionaires like your boyfriend are known on the streets. Some are way more richer, but they don’t seem to make themselves known.”, Van said with a mock grimace. He walked over to the table and poured two glasses of wine. “Care for a drink from a naked man?”, Van teased, stretching out the glass and gyrating his waist so that his dick was swaying from side to side.

My heart was racing in its cage, I was on a death list, over nothing. I had just learnt a rich man’s secret. "Come on, we need to get out of..." he couldn't finish talking. He was interrupted by the sudden trembling of his hands. "What's wrong?!" I panicked, listening to his breathing quicken.

Gifts worth more than thousands of dollars. With the power of just one person, Felicity’s lifeline which had been trampled, was restored immediately. Quera was a little dumbfounded at this sight of this. What? This Ordinary Man was really rich? He also had fifteen thousand dollars? “Damn it! He must have stolen money from his house!” “How can he be that rich? Isn’t he a fake local tycoon?” “Yes! He must have stolen this money! Brother Champion is the real local tycoon!”

"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?

Now where to find him? He wasn’t in the room he had taken her the last time neither was he in the living room. She walked all over the house making the softest sound with her feet. The house was quiet, too quiet for a man with a busy job. He was one of the moving powers charging the engines of Gem Hills ’economy. He was also internationally known as one of the richest, youngest billionaires – number 4 maybe. He was hot and fawned over by cougars, hot models and teenage girls alike yet here he was in the countryside of Gem Hills hiding in a mansion. On the walls of the house hung pictures that looked like they were drawn by children, amateurish paintings that looked unbefitting for a man of h

I sipped my wine slowly, letting the bold taste burn against my tongue, watching the two men in front of me. They were rich, so rich that the air around them carried an invisible weight. Old money, new power, untouchable status. The kind of wealth that built empires and destroyed bloodlines in the same breath. And as I watched, one thought echoed in my head: no one has this much money without secrets buried beneath marble floors. Dinner was a lavish affair, one I barely tasted because I couldn’t stop thinking of the cat outside, mine now, mine alone. When Voss finally left, I lingered. I asked my driver to drop Tessa at home.

Hall earlier that day, but when she opened her bag, she found a printed sheet inside that she hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t signed. It simply said: “You’re opening your eyes, Invisible Doctor. Be careful. Some things were never meant to be seen.”

“Say my name. Not my real name, but the name you people branded me with.” “Richard.” I take a deep breath, snarling. “The Thief.” “That wasn’t so hard, was it, boy?” Despite the weakness of his voice, his eyes are hard. They burn like Charlene, but there’s no warmth behind them. “Where’s my father’s money, Richard?” “Same thing I told all his friends, I squandered it at the track and on lottery tickets. Not a penny is left.” “I don’t believe you, thief” I hiss, spit hitting his face. “You hid it; I know it! Where is it hidden?”