The Richest Man In Metropolis Is My Backer Novels & Stories

They knew these people's backgrounds inside out; there was no way anybody in Team Seven would know anyone like Charles or Aleena. In other words, even the backers of those second-generation rich kids couldn't match up to these big shots. "I don't believe it! We've called several of them, and not one of them is a connection!" Zeke exclaimed, immediately dialing another unknown number. However, the voice on the other end nearly scared him out of his wits. "This is Derek Sullivan. What is it?" Zeke quickly hung up. Oh God! Derek Sullivan, the wealthiest man in Mirage City! How could this be? It was terrifying!

At that moment, after she saw him, she thought that he truly was outstanding. Mr. Miller was always wearing a mask, but Cheryl could sense how distinguished and handsome he was from every move he made. Rumor had it that Mr. Miller was the financial backer behind Koletn. The convoy Mr. Miller had when he was out and about was truly more majestic than Kolten's, so the rumor was probably true as well. If Mr. Miller is the boss behind the wealthiest man in Drunham City, then he should be the most distinguished person in the city!

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

She asked again, trying but failing to keep her voice firm. “I just want to remind you of our deal.” “I know. Twenty million. I still don’t have that kind of money,” she said, feeling the unshed tears sting the back of her eyes. “I know you don’t have the money, but it’s right at your disposal. Anyway, I’m calling because I just did another research and found something interesting,” he said with excitement. “Xavier Roman is actually the richest man in this state and even close to the richest in the country. Twenty million dollars is just chicken change to him. I want four hundred million.”

“Who is that?” Most of the attendees had never seen the man before, wondering who he was. “I recognize him! He used to be the richest man in Riverbank, the ex-chairman of Great Road Group, also known as one of the big four kingpins of the underworld—Boris Road! But I heard he has retired for decades! Why is he back in Riverbank now?” someone said in shock.

He spoke with a parfait straw in his mouth. “Tyleratte Brooke, I wish I was him.” “What do you mean?” I asked him with disgust. “Please, don’t tell me you don’t know the Tylerattes?” “Well I don’t.” “Tyleratte Brooke is listed as the richest billionaire in Singapore.” He replied, smiling mischievously. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Marcus looked at North smugly. North sneered. “So, you do remember that you have worked for over twenty years at Myers Corporation. Do you still remember who your former boss is?” Marcus’ expression changed, and he immediately went speechless. His former boss was the major shareholder in Myers Corporation, Estella Smithson! “My mother, Estella Smithson, founded Myers Corporation. I hold fifty percent of the shares of Myers Corporation. Do I not have the right to visit the company?” North asked coldly. Marcus never expected that North would act in such an imposing manner. His face flushed with anger. “You—”

She just said the so-called hirer was a billionaire, and he is hiring staffs, which I’m sure would be no other but domestic staffs, but are there other billionaires around here if not Jaxton? Ever since I got to know him, I had never heard of or seen any other billionaire in the city. All I knew and had heard of was him all the way, and him alone. “Billionaire? Does he have a name?” I asked. “Yes, his name is Zain. He rules the city near us. Everyone there calls him lord, because all the cabs, hotels and estates in the city are either his, or affiliated to his company.” She said, spreading her hands to make emphasis.

“You’re not the only wealthy person here.” Anderson let out a mocking laugh. Elizabeth found herself once again questioning why she had ever dated this fool. “And what about your friends?” he sneered. “I can strip them bare. I’ll make sure they end up living in the slums, Gomez. Mark my words.” Dorothea rolled her eyes. Anderson’s eyes sharpened as he looked at Wulfric. It seemed the idiot couldn't accept that he hadn't even landed a single punch on him. “I am Anderson Pulmez. My family owns one of the biggest construction firms in the city. What about yours?”

"That is news to me. I will make a call to the manager." "Oh there's no need," Mitch said, "I will pay him a visit this morning." The City mall, just like the hospital, was funded by Mitch, and the revenue came in which he used to develop the kingdom even more. Mitch was invested in many different sectors, he had a couple of oil drills out in the North Sea and Texas, and he had numerous companies across the world, each of them averaging millions of dollars per year. To say the least, he was a very wealthy man.