Novel & Cerita The Richest Man In Game

The man with the most money was always right! Javier had not planned to give a d*mn about this new guy, but now, he laughed and looked at him. “Oh, you’re very rich, are you? Let’s play a game we rich folks play in our free time then. Let’s see how rich you really are.”

I spun around, and the anticipated pain never came. I opened my eyes. The person behind me shielded me while simultaneously giving Simon a hard kick. Caught off guard, Simon stumbled clumsily to the floor. He looked up in anger and growled, “You dare kick me?! “Wait, you’re M-Mr. Windsor!” Simon’s expression shifted instantly. Iris, who was standing nearby, looked up that instant. She saw Justin Windsor, the heir of the wealthiest family, beside me.

Though she held her ground, I could see the flicker of fear in her eyes. “I think you must have forgotten who I am too.” I growled lowly. “I am Asher Dominguez. The heir to a multi-billion-dollar mafia empire, just like Zane Mendoza. The only difference is, I don’t need to spill blood to get what I want.” “Well, if truly, you are that ruthless, then stop obsessing over Emma.” She whispered back, daring to get closer to me, her fingers trailing the lines of my bare muscled chest.

Who was this man? But it wasn’t the statement that chilled her—it was Mr. Edwards’ reaction. His face drained of color, fear replacing his anger. He recognized the man. Theodore Thatcher. The richest man in the country. A billionaire whose name struck fear into the hearts of businessmen and criminals alike. And now, he was claiming Nadia as his wife. Theodore took a step forward, his voice cold. “Leave. Now.” Mr. Edwards stumbled back, terror gripping him. He turned and fled without another word, vanishing into the night.

He smiled but the smile didn't seem to reach his eyes. “Mr. Knight, it is good to see you,” he said. “Your uncle here has been keeping us quite entertained.” I clenched my fists. “What the fuck is going on here?” Gustavo nodded toward Wesley, who groaned weakly in his chair. “Your uncle borrowed a large sum of money from us,” he said smoothly. “A hundred million dollars, to be exact.” My blood ran cold. “A hundred million? Are you out of your mind? What the hell would he even spend that on?”

He praised, eyes shining with a strange kind of mirth, and Reena backed away from him slowly. “How many people have died from your games?” She asked warily, not quite sure if she wanted to know the answer. “A lot,” He chuckled. “But not enough.” Just how much was the agency letting this mad man get away with? Reena wondered. “I didn’t fail.” She made sure to remind him, trembling slightly, this man could kill her right here and no one would ever know, and she doubted the agency would risk so much for her. “No you didn’t,” He sounded impressed again as appreciation for her lit up his eyes.

Alexis says pointing at me. "What does he do?" Zia asks "He runs a small investment company passed down from my father’s side of the family" Alexis shrugs "I’m guessing this investment company isn’t so small, is it?” Zia asks looking at me. I nod. “He runs Ravio Investments.” “Zelina Kianna Gold! your husband is the 1 richest man in the world?" Zia asks "Niki made 1?" Alexis asks "Yes." Zia nods so fast I feared she would get whiplash.

"You are so rich. Why don't you find some people to help you with some work?" "I have already found many people, but there are still some decisions that I have to make by myself." Archie smiled and answered. Emma was shocked. Grafton Family was now sealed off from the business empire, and the import and export business would always be the top. Every year, they would pay tens of billions of taxes, which was the largest group in H Country. Archie was pushed to the position of the richest man at a young age. His property value was ranked sixth in the world, and he was one of the few young entrepreneurs. Yoseph followed closely behind and was ranked eighth.

he muttered, “was for letting me waste my fucking money.” His eyes slid to the other guard, whose face barely shifted despite his colleague lying dead at his feet. “Oleg, call Fedorov. Get our best hackers. I want the owners of that fucking game found. I want me money back. And I want ownership of that game.” His tone was cool, and measured, like he was discussing business as usual. “If anyone is going to own a game that profits from fools losing money, it will be me.” “Yes, boss.”

Georgie Clementine was finding this increasingly difficult to believe. What was going on? Was this god-like figure’s account hacked? Everybody knew that this god-like figure was the player who spent the most money on this game. He did not spend a lot of time online, and he bought most of his equipment and level progression with money. This god-like player had excellent skills, never joined any clans, and randomly played with other people. In the past, he would only bring his wife along with him when he played.