Novel & Cerita The Richest Man In Metropolis Is My Backer

Only then did the man realize something was off. That imposing man with a perfectly handsome face looked really familiar — now it suddenly clicked. He must have seen him before in some newspaper or media report… Evander Westvale, the richest man in the capital. Unbelievable. He’d just called the wife of the Westvale Group’s CEO a stepmom… Did he have any idea who he was talking about?

I heaved a heavy sigh afterwards. "Yes, I did." Kevin was a big brother to me, "but I promise I'll always visit you, we can still hang out." "Is the pay better Camila? I know it's been rough for you but you can't afford to go from frying pan to fire." He was always advising me and my frozen heart was getting a bit of warmth, "What's the job?" "A billionaire." I giggled hysterically and he forced a smile. "I'm serious Camila."

"Are you related to the famous businessman, Mr. Javier? The head of the Javier Group?" Cass blinked, completely confused by their sudden reaction. Her mind went completely blank, and she did not know how to answer because she had absolutely no idea who they were talking about. She knew a few rich families from her old life, but she had never heard of a billionaire named Javier. It definitely couldn't be her Liam, because Liam was just a poor guy living in a tiny, run-down apartment in the slums. There was no way a man who drove a rusty bicycle was a famous businessman.

I said. He didn't answer right away. When he did, his voice had dropped, quieter than the diner needed. "It's him." I put my hand around the coffee mug and didn't lift it. "He's been funding me," I said. "This whole time. Every client I thought—" "You earned every client." Marcus said it fast, before I could finish the sentence, like he'd been waiting to cut it off at the pass. "The money bought you a runway. It didn't design a single room."

"Mr Wray." Cyrus didn't answer. "Mr Wray, your two o'clock is waiting." "Cancel it." His assistant knew better than to argue. Her footsteps disappeared down the corridor and the office went quiet again — the particular quiet of a room that cost a lot of money to be silent in. He stayed at the window. Ironveil City sat forty floors below him, all glass and grey concrete and cold ambition. He had built three floors of that skyline. Bought two more. His name was engraved on things that would still be standing when he was gone.

And as they drove back to the city, toward the looming threat of Julian Cross, Liam knew one thing for sure. He was the richest man in the world.

The moment the metal hits the surface, the whispering behind us shifts from a low murmur to an undisguised roar. "Is that a black card?" one of the boys asks loudly, five more of his friends leaning over the partition to inspect the transaction. "Oh shit, it’s an Amex. Yo, dude, you’re fucking rich!" "Don't be illiterate, he's a billionaire," another responds. "He’s actually rumored to be a trillionaire through the sovereign defense sector." A very calm, probably the matured among the clique says. Now I’m the one looking up, my brow arching.

She voiced, the atmosphere became quiet when no one walked in, I turned towards her direction. His daughter face looked pale, the little girl was almost at the point of crying. I held unto my garment about to stand up before a tall middle aged man walked in. Adrian walked in with different bodyguards, this man surely knows how to pull a stunt. That's the major reason he's called the most recognized billionaire. They walked unbothered, calculatively towards the stage. Little Mira eyes widened, while she held her mouth. The sudden glow in her face was massive and I was deeply happy. I turned back to the stage, he was so handsome that I didn't recognize the villian I know.

While reading their profiles, I exclaimed, "Woah, I had no idea they were such a big deal." My eyes widened and I covered my mouth in disbelief as I turned the page to the next page. "Raven is on of the backer?" I keep reading his profile and drowning in his earnings. "Around $200 million... per month?! What the fudge?!" "Where are the particulars, Ms. Formosus?" "Oh, my God!" I jumped on my swivel chair and held my chest because of the sudden talk from Mr. Jax. I inhaled and exhaled before facing him.

Half of his properties and money is worth several billions. At first, Tann and I wanted to will it all to charity because we wanted nothing that belongs to that man, but in the end we didn't because it's not our decision to make. It's Jaimie's. We began a trust fund for him with it which he'll have when he turns twenty five. My son is a billionaire, when he's just five years old. The knowledge made me laugh and cry at the same time. I never thought my life will ever turn out this way.