The Richest Man In Metropolis Is My Backer Novels & Stories

Riya said, her words shameless and unapologetic. " I knew that you would help me Granny, thank you so much. " Zick with a hidden smirk. " I know that guy, Maxwell Williams. He is the first richest trillionaire in this country which makes you the second richest person in this country." " Don't worry, I'm helping you because you've changed into a good boy. " Riya said. " Just give me a week to sort everything out okay? Go and freshen up and come down for breakfast okay? "

"I am glad you remember I am the Don and also the owner of this company. Less I forget, this company is a corporation, an investment company not a mafia company. With or without the mafia business backing this company, it would be the same. Who ever I employ to work for me is my business to take care of care of and I know how to handle what under my control, Mr dickhead. Now I hope I have given you the reply, you may take fucking sit. " I saw his jaw harden as he didn't get what he was looking for with what he had said. He sat down angrily and avoided contact with me. " Well that new, young blood. I did want to see who this lady is, the one who captured your heart and you interested in her."

Is this man following me around without my knowledge, and why is he doing so? He snapped his finger, causing me to return to reality and look at him. "What does it mean to you, Mr. Miller? It makes no difference if I want to escape my unhappy life, and you are not required to be concerned about someone like me." "Yes, you are entirely correct. However, you're the most incredible woman I've met, and I want to help you, so it's either that or being my wife?" He stated this. I have two alternatives. I have two options from which to choose. Marcus is well-known; he is the city's top billionaire and the wealthiest of the wealthiest.

In front of her, stood a handsome man with a firm face and a sturdy body looking at her while leaning on a shelf, his arms folded in front of his chest arrogantly. "Who are you?!" snapped Becky with a suspicious look. "You don't know who I am? I am James Miller! The richest man on earth!" he said with a big smile, showing the two deep dimples on his cheeks. Becky gulped, she remembered what Tim had said earlier, that she was brought there because of something about his father. "Whatever I don't care who you are, why did you bring me here?!" she snapped in annoyance. James Miller stepped forward and stood in front of her with his hands stucked into his trouser pockets.

She bought with her the documents of all Nexus’ properties abroad. After waiting for a few days, I officially became a billionaire. With Nexus’ wealth, I am one of the wealthiest people in the continent. I couldn’t hide the sparkle in my eyes as I scanned the list of properties that were now in my name. “Steph?” I put down the paper and looked at Nexus who’s now standing at the door of the room I am occupying in the Mansion. “Dinner’s ready.” After closing my laptop, I walked towards him and smiled a little smile. I became civil towards him and put aside my hatred. After all, I will be getting a lot after all of this is over.

"How do you know me?" "Well, the internet. With your current situation, who wouldn't know Amanda? The suddenly divorced wife of Billionaire Marcus." "I know my situation, you don't have to rub it in," I hissed sharply. "I didn't mean it that way. I am sorry. Let me start by introducing myself. I am Lucas Dominic, the CEO and owner of D&G global tech limited." Shock momentarily robbed me of my ability to speak. I had never seen him before, but his name was not one to miss. Lucas Dominic, the richest man in the U.S., known for his business acumen and strength.

"Please, you have to understand. My ex boyfriend was the one who loaned the money leaving me to clean up all these debts. I need more time." "Then you should probably suck your boss cock a little better, no?" It felt as though someone had dumped ice cold water all over me. My eyes widened and my stomach ached like I had swallowed a lot of needles. "You seem to have found a very generous... benefactor." He continued, wiggling his brows at me. "Theodore Blackwell is the richest man in the country and he could pay off your debt with his pocket change." "I don't know what you're talking about,"

he dem⁠anded⁠. Hargrov‍e‌’s voice cracked as he answered. “He is Silas Truman. The ric‍h‌est man in Los Angele⁠s.⁠ Truman‍ En‌te‍rprises. Owner of hotel‌s, tech firms,‍ real estate.” The air seemed to shift‍,⁠ the w‌ords h⁠itting James lik‌e a ph‌ysical blow. His shoulders‌ jerked, his face went pale as if the strength⁠ drained from h‍im.

“You’ve got metal fragments in you. You’re stable now, but I need you to let us keep it that way. No hero moves.” He let his head roll slightly toward me, just enough to catch my eyes again. “I’ve been through worse,” he muttered. I didn’t doubt it. Not because of his words, but because of that look. That fractured stillness. “Bet you have,” I said, more to myself than to him, because there was something familiar there-a pain I recognized, one that didn’t just bruise skin but gnawed at the edges of the soul. One of the EMTs muttered updates near me, their voice clipped but urgent: “Isaac Langton. Billionaire. Media mogul. Owns half the city’s newspapers and TV stations.”

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.