Vanessa Cage Net Worth Novels & Stories

Vanessa had insisted on meeting me, although seeing as we both dressed terribly, I had no idea what help she was going to be. I hadn’t told her where I’d got the money from either. Instead making up some story about my mum lending me the funds. I knew if I told her the truth, she’d speculate about the meaning behind it. I’d decided, there was none. When you were worth £4.8 billion a year, £1000 was practically change. I spotted her leaning against the wall outside, lazily sucking on the straw of her smoothie. Glancing at me, she grinned. Grinning was an unusual act for Vanessa, and I suddenly clicked why she’d been so desperate to come. She thought it would be funny.

“All of these are happening and you think it’s alright to sit back and do nothing?” “She ran away penniless and now she is back, being richest of all and you think it’s okay?” “Holy shit, how the hell is She the owner of ENROL? Did you see her handbag? That shit costs almost a fucking hundred thousand dollars. We can literally sell that bag and pay all the staff in this company the money we owe them. And how the hell is she the CEO? I thought Grandfather loved me more?” Vanessa turned her attention to Cole. “You should check your office finance records well. She definitely stole from you.”

“Aurora Vance has begun her move.” Isla didn’t look surprised. “How much?” “Nearly ten percent,” Elena replied, taking a seat beside her. “Through offshore investors and shell companies. I traced at least five back to her husband’s firm in Zurich. She’s playing smart right now.” Isla leaned back slightly, fingers tapping the table. “Ten percent isn’t dangerous. At least not yet. But she’s counting on investors to love drama.” “Exactly. Which is why she’s feeding stories to the press,” Elena continued, flipping her screen toward Isla. Headlines scrolled across the page:

“Apparently, her plan was to give her Caldwell Construction shares to me as a push gift, but since we are using surrogacy that's going to cost money, she changed her mind.” Clara pushed a handful of her hair behind her ear, frustrated, “That's why I insisted we couldn't tell them Cassandra was being paid.” “Do you know how much 5% of the shares are worth currently? Almost $100M. That was what they were going to pay her just for carrying our baby!” Evelyn's hands flew to her mouth in disbelief. Bernard’s eyes grew wider with every statement. $100M. That was what the whole of Hart Interior was worth, and they were going to give that up just for a baby?

Photos, background information, business records—Joshua had been thorough. Vincent Hayes. Age 28. CEO of Hayes Acquisitions, a company specialising in rare artefacts and historical pieces. Net worth is approximately $3 billion. Graduated from a prestigious University with degrees in Art History and Business. Reputation: impeccable. Known for his integrity and expertise in the field. No scandals. No questionable business practices. No skeletons in his closet that I could exploit. And his company was valued at around $3 trillion, putting him in the same wealth category as me. No wonder he'd been so brazen yesterday, confronting me without fear. He didn't need to be intimidated by the Whitmore

“All good. But just so you know...I was paid.” Lydia stopped walking. “You were what?” “I was paid,” Vanessa repeated casually. “He pulled me aside, told me to help you get ready for the gala. Said no budget, no limits. Then he wired me money and told me; Make her feel untouchable.” Lydia gawked. “He wired you money?” “And promised me a Birkin,” Vanessa added, flipping her hair. “Do you know how long I have waited for a man to hand me a Birkin?”

With a deep sigh, she licked her dry lips and turned to Fiona. "It's time to turn the tables!" Vanessa said, although her voice was hoarse and cracked in the middle. "I'm all in!" Fiona blurted instantly as excitement ran through her veins to see the demise of the Jones family. Vanessa hummed as her amber pools turned sharp while her gaze narrowed as she plotted in her mind and asked Fiona, "I need to borrow your cousin's social media account. Is that possible?" Fiona's cousin, Edmund Watson, runs a famous entertainment company, Shine Entertainment Corp. To promote the artists of their company, they owned multiple social media accounts, which had a huge following.

Vanessa wanted to order coffee but Daphne stopped her. “No drinking that if you’re not well.” Vanessa smiled. Daphne pushed the cheque to her. The total was supposed to be 11.5 million but Daphne made it 12 million. The other 500,000 was her own gift to Vanessa,to wish her a speedy recovery. Vanessa was reluctant to take it. Daphne gently held her hands.”I’ll be waiting to hear news about your recovery.” Vanessa didn’t have much family,nor did she have a husband or children.

She was ready to win. The next morning, Cassie sat in Damon’s office, flipping through the documents he had retrieved overnight. “Vanessa has been laundering money through dummy corporations,” Damon said, tossing another folder onto the table. “And guess who’s been covering for her?” Cassie’s heart pounded as she read the name. “Richard Steele.” Damon nodded. “Exactly. We expose this, and not only does Vanessa lose credibility, but Steele’s power over your father disappears.” Cassie inhaled sharply, her fingers tightening around the pages. “We need to be smart about this. If Vanessa finds out we have this before we make a move, she’ll bury the evidence.”

she said. " okay... Good! Like, how much are we talking about here?? How much is the money? " Miss Vanessa didn't like how Bianca was looking. She hated it with full gut and she wanted to help! " It's one hundred million dollars, Miss" she said, stuttering. " What?! Like What?! One hundred what?! Mi mi you mean?!..." She was utterly shocked. It was like she was going to lose her ear and eyes all together!