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Tricia's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, she walked out of the changing room in the coffee shop where we both worked. Now, not that Tricia needed the Job nor the money, well, basically because her parents are wealthy, and her boyfriend is well-loaded. She even offered to give me her paycheck every month, but I so kindly refused. I can't just take the money she worked hard for, I would be best described as a desperate, greedy bitch if I do. Like, whom the hell does that? “Well?” I told her my conversation with Mom and emphasized the dangerous people as well. “I think she's just looking out for you,” Tricia said thoughtfully, I already know that which mother doesn't look out for their kid

That afternoon, Tracy searched the name on G****e. She scoffed as she saw the search results. “Supermodel with a net worth of 1.7 billion dollars. Twenty seven years old. Recently arrived in London,” Tracy scrolled some more and saw several articles about her. She also saw her I*******m profile link. She clicked on it and was redirected from G****e to I*******m. "What?” Tracy's eyes popped out. "Twenty million followers?” She must be some special model and media personality. She thought. Wait a minute. She thought again. That means one thing… she must have secrets she's hiding, like every other media mogul that Tracy had exposed.

Why was she only worth sixty million to them, while that broken-down bitch Trista was worth a billion? What did that Silverlight loser have that she didn't?

I followed the trail of her finger and felt my breath hitched in my throat for a few seconds as I quickly read that particular line. Tristan. A. Richardson's net worth from what we can be able to put our hands on is:$150 billion dollars. I gulped after staring at it for a few more seconds, this man is hella rich, so rich, too fucking rich, what the fuck? "Oh my gosh, Snow has hit a money bag!!!!!" Christie cried out with so much enthusiasm tingling her voice as she bounced on her knees on the bed beside me. I rolled my eyes as I scrolled down to where there was more pictures of him everywhere. Of course Christie was going to say that, she didn't know about the whole mortification scene that

she laughed. Tricia became excited, "wow, that is the best news I have heard since I was born. Congratulations to Dad. This will be the best opportunity for me to meet the CEO. Mother, my dream to become the wife of Prince Browns is becoming a reality. He will be mine. Now, people will respect me. Everyone will like to associate with me . I will carry my shoulder high."

"Had he not been the son of a famous and wealthy business tycoon known for buying cases, I would have done my best to take him to court." Rivera shook her head slightly. Tricia, also a poor waitress, had better financial standing. "No, you can't do that. I've been sacked; I can't get you sacked too. I have to leave now." "Okay." Tricia nodded and reluctantly separated from Rivera. "Will you look for a new job?" She held Rivera's hand. Rivera nodded. "I still need to take care of my family. I have to leave now." Tricia watched as Rivera left.

Rat said, “That night, your ex-brother-in-law seemed to have done something to you. If you don’t want to know, then forget about it. I promise that I won’t say anything about it. After all, I have good work ethics.” After pondering for a while, Beatrice finally said, “How much?” “Five thousand dollars!” “Isn’t that expensive?” “Ms. Assex, your sister is now the CEO of Assex Conglomerate with a net worth of hundreds of millions of dollars. You couldn’t possibly don’t have this much money, right? I believe we can still be friends after this, right?” “Fine. But I don’t have enough money right now. I’ll owe you two thousand dollars first.”

Although she usually spent a lot of money, it was too much to spend 550,000 dollars on a bag. “Mabes, are you really gifting this bag to me?” Tracey looked at the bag worth a property in her hand in disbelief. “Your birthday is next month, so take it as an early birthday gift.” Tracey was extremely touched. She hugged Mable and cried, “Sobs… Mabes, you’re too nice!” “But where did you get so much money?” Tracey asked. ‘When she and Blair divorced, did she not ask for a single penny or property?

Trisha got up and slammed her hands on the table, "Damn it, Auntie. I should have found you before Paris did. Do you have any idea who she is?" The woman scoffed, "As if I care." "Trust me, you will." Trisha took out her phone and showed her Paris' picture. "Your daughter was adopted by the Lawsons. She is now the CEO of Lawson Corporation; one of the biggest companies in the country and her net worth is above six hundred million dollars." The woman's eyes widened in shock, "What? But how is that possible?" "If you had gone on your knees and begged her, she would have definitely felt sorry for you and given you a million dollars at least. With such a huge amount of money, our lives would cha

Aside from Eryn and the horses, her job as a private investigator was the most important thing in her life. Cassie burst through the door of Tyler Investigations feeling on top of the world until she saw who sat in the waiting room. Her bubble burst, and she froze, her eyes scanning Tricia Schmidt's profile. Tricia had traded her go-to jeans and sweatshirt for her alter ego attire. She looked stunning with her long, blonde mane perfectly curled, hanging loose down her back. Her silver-lined, icy blue eyes blinked back what looked like tears as she sat cross-legged in a short, blue, bimbo-dress. If anyone could rock the sexy-demure look, it would be Tricia, but she also looked terrified.