The Richest Man In Metropolis Is My Backer Novels & Stories

Maxim was muddled. He spoke, "Get those people.” Trevor knew what who he was talking about. He replied.”They are two left but I think they don’t wanna work with you anymore.” “Raise the money." Money couldn’t solve everything. If money couldn’t solve everything, Maxim was so rich, he would have gotten Gianna back already. So money couldn’t fix everything but he had to do what Maxim wasted. With this in mind, he sent a message to the group chat. Trevor: The money has been doubled again. Come over immediately.

"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?

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

"Do you trust me that much? What if I avoid paying you back?" He smiled. "I've never met anyone who doesn't pay me back for something they owe, Miss Jokes. Would you like to be the first?" Of course. I had forgotten this in my haste. Taylor, this was Soren Kenway you were dealing with! No one would ever cross him, let alone not pay their debts—especially not if they still wanted to survive in Metropolis. "No! No way, nuh-uh, I mean... I wouldn't dream of it..." I trailed off, my cheeks burning.

Kai said reassuringly. "Do you even know my name?", I asked. "You're Jenna Beyers." He said as he looked into my eyes. His eyes were cold and heartless. Then suddenly, he smiled. "I had Liam do a background check on you. I wanted to know why you decided to commit suicide." He added. It's really fascinating how he switches from cold and fearless to innocent and cute. I have bigger problems. I'm dead if Nigel finds out I'm alive.

He opened it and hit play and there I was on the CCTV camera, taking a wallet from a table after a customer left. “No!” I whispered. “I was going to hand it over to my boss tomorrow! I swear, I was going to return it! I…please, you have to believe me!” The officer raised an eyebrow. “You should have thought about that before taking it.” An hour later, the owner of the wallet arrived and I froze. It wasn’t just anyone. It was Walter Black. Adrian’s stepbrother. His biggest rival in the business world. He was everything Adrian was not.

“Yeah, Dad.” “I’ve got good news,” Victor’s voice could be heard from the other side. There was excitement in his voice which was a rare thing. “A big billionaire has shown interest in our company and is willing to invest.” “Oh, that’s great. Who’s this billionaire?” Vivian asked in delight. “Adrian J Claimer.” Vivian’s expression froze for a second. She couldn’t believe it. “You mean… the son of Sir Gareth Claimer?” “Yeah.”

He had no right to yell at me for my decisions when his decisions prompted mine. Also, Brandon, despite how laidback he could be, was a very powerful man. He had connections everywhere and that was why I got married to him in the first place. If he wanted custody of the kids, it wouldn’t be hard for him to get it, especially in Los Angeles. My family was rich and I had money of my own, but even combining them wouldn’t be up to half of what Brandon had. I didn’t realize Jack had been following me until he closed the door to my office behind him and sat on the chair that was opposite mine. He didn’t say anything and just stared at me.

And maybe the Moon and Mars, with what money they would have left. But Daddy’s rotten princess did not want money. No, she did not. She wanted Alexander Adam Thorne. Tech tycoon and the most eligible bachelor in the whole of North America. And had him she did. Parker McBell, the richest man on the planet and the father of the century, made sure that his rotten princess’s every desire was fulfilled. As Carl Jung once said, “No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven until its roots reach down to hell.”

For some reason, Jake had not let go of me, his hand was flat on my back now, drawing circles, and I could not deny how reassuring that felt. “As you well know, Logan Henderson was estimated by Forbes to be the richest man in New York. “He was the sole owner of Apex, the highest grossing furniture company in the country, a house in Manhattan, this one, one in Connecticut, one in the Bahamas, a private island, and seven other houses overseas, as well as a dabble of businesses here and there.