Novel & Cerita The Richest Man In Metropolis Is My Backer

After a few rounds of wine, Jorge asked his eldest son, Jackson, “Jackson, I heard that the man who’d spent ten billion to acquire the city center is now in Khanh City, is that true?” Jackson quickly nodded. “Yes, Father. I got this news too.” “I heard that it happened just yesterday. I even heard that this new owner is a young man. He must be an insanely rich young master from a huge local consortium.” A young and insanely rich man! At the mention of these keywords, the girls present started to bubble with excitement. Even Iris’s gaze was sparkling. Now they really wanted to take a look at that insanely rich young master who had easily spent billions on buying over the city center.

He thundered beneath the loud sound. “Do I look like someone that wanna answer you?” I said with my left brow shifted in annoyance and side lip smirking in disdain, I wish I can just kill this guy. “You don’t talk to me that way moron! I’m the fuckin owner of Meyers corp, the sole heir to Deluxe enterprises, I’m freakin among the tenth young billionaires in this whole of Atlanta!” He said with his shoulder lifted with clear arrogance. “So how did all this help me care about you getting hit by a car?” I asked numbly.

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.

Wilbur invited both men inside and brewed them each a cup of tea. Walter said, "Mister Penn, I'm currently handling Ethan's case as we speak. However, I'm sure you know that… it's going to take some time." "I know that, yes," said Wilbur. Walter said, "Well, I'm sure you also know that Joel William is the richest man in Anya City with a wide network of connections. We'd never win a court case over him." "Oh? What do you suggest we do about that then?" Wilbur sat down across them.

“Bright can learn from me as the vice president of the company. If any of you want to pull your investments, then you are free to do so. I will not lack investors.” The was an uproar in the boardroom. I stood and silence fell. “I am sure you don’t know me; my name is Marcus Walker. As Bright said earlier, I am the one of the richest men in the world. If any of you want to pull out, please meet me after this meeting and I will be more than happy to buy your shares and match your investments.”

The news was playing, but he hadn’t paid attention until he heard his father’s name. **“Breaking News: Don Marco — Former Business Tycoon and Alleged Underworld King — Sentenced to Life in Maximum Security Prison.”** The camera panned across a courtroom packed with reporters. Don Marco was in handcuffs, his face expressionless as the verdict was read. The anchor’s voice cut in sharply:

He said as he raised the cup to his lips. “He needed his inheritance. And a hundred thousand dollars was literally nothing to a billionaire like him.” I said nonchalantly and he spewed out the coffee in his mouth. “He's a billionaire?” He asked in surprise and I nodded quickly. “That man that you just called shabby and weak is Owen Walker, the richest billionaire in the whole of Michigan. He owns the biggest entertainment industry here!” I exclaimed and he stared at me with his mouth wide open. “The Ws? Are you serious?” He asked in disbelief and I nodded.

That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh. "One billion!" Silence. Everyone was deafened, including Eleanor. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. On one side, at the very top, was a man wearing a black polo shirt. He slowly went down, his footsteps were the only noise heard throughout the place. "One Billion?" asked Don Constantino, his eyes widening and unable to believe what he heard. "She's mine!" until he finally got down and was right in front of Eleanor. Knight Andrie, one of the richest men in the entire Philippines. He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort.

“I inherited everything. And when I say everything, I mean an unfathomable amount of money. I could fund entire countries if I wanted to." He paused, waiting for the news to sink in, then he continued. "You know what that means? It means I can give you what you deserve. A real job, real money, security. No more coffee shop bullshit, slaving behind a counter for tips. No more wondering how to pay rent.” “I don’t need your pity paycheck or your charity. Fuck off.” The words tore out of her throat. “Fuck off and don’t come back.” He smirked, tilting his head. “I forgot how stubborn you usually are. What about something bigger?”

Veronica leaned closer, cheeks pink with excitement. “Do you know him?” she whispered as if revealing a forbidden secret. “That’s Franklin Roth, the richest man in Atherton, CEO of Titan Capital Group.” Thelma paused mid-sip, her eyes widening the moment the name registered. “This isn’t even his kind of place,” she muttered, lowering her glass slowly. “I read last month’s business report. He was promoted to chairman of the entire Roth Empire. Officially the richest man in America. Can you believe that?”