Vice Ganda Net Worth Novels & Stories

"Hi, Detective Gomez? Vera Valencia. I'm reporting someone—Gavin Censori. He's at The Grand Royale right now, using a fake project to scam investors. Yeah. He's here." Detective Gomez's voice snapped into focus. "Understood, Ms. Valencia. We'll send a unit immediately." I hung up and looked down at Gavin, groaning on the floor like a dying mutt. "Weren't you looking for investors, Gavin? Let me help." He lifted his swollen, bruised face, confusion flickering through the pain. I gave him a small smile and tilted my phone so he could see the screen. "I found you the most professional investors out there. They'll give your project a real deep dive. If it's solid, I'm sure they'll offer... exact

I suppose that's what encountering your soul mate truly resembles, it mirrors the feeling of discovering a rare and precious gem hidden in the depths of life's expansive mosaic. His response was measured, delivered with a sense of ease that could only come from years of familiarity with such inquiries, "Rest assured, I don't view your curiosity as a reflection of materialistic intent. Given your background and the dynamics of our connection, your question is not only valid but expected." A pause, accompanied by an enigmatic smile, precedes his revelation, "To answer your question directly, my net worth currently stands at a rather substantial 906.6 billion dollars." For Astrid, time seemed t

"After all, Gerald is a big shot with a net worth of ten billion yuan. Money can make ghosts go ahead." "I know that he can spend money to hire someone to deal with me, but I have experienced a lot of such things." "But... all right." Big Ken thought for a while and held back his words. However, Big Ken had to be careful...

He was waiting for me to give him a command. I stared at the two people kneeling on the floor and fell silent for a few seconds before asking, "You have gambling debts again, right? How much is it?" "300 million dollars," Gina replied softly, tentatively holding up three fingers. I had originally given Edoardo one billion dollars in startup capital, which he grew 500 times over within three years. Gina, on the other hand, had controlled the entire estate and managed to lose 300 million dollars over seven years.

… The news anchor announced with excitement, "Latest news! Under Winston's leadership, Goodvist Group's net worth is now officially 15 billion!" Beyond the screen was a prison yard. A disheveled woman suddenly fell onto her knees and cried her heart out. Some people lost those they loved. Some lost their dignity. All I did was serve them their just desserts.

Lacey stood in front of Victor and smiled, “Hello, Mister Cross, so, the agreement that you approached your wife with was three million dollars one mansion, the beach house and two cars. Is that correct?” Victor nodded, “Yes, it was.” Lacey asked, “Mister Cross, for the record, how much are you currently worth?” Victor took a deep breath and answered, “Approximately five-hundred billion.”

The charity I had opened after my mother’s death, the one embroiled in a fraudulent scandal scheme it’s mentioned in passing like it’s an addition to many of his good deeds. He invested in the Kim Sae Ran’s Foundation… Mine! The article was written three years ago which means he’s been watching me since then or maybe even longer.. The more I research the more my head keeps spinning, each piece written about him, article, news clips all just implies he’s a man with power with an estimated net worth of $290 billion dollars. I read a news clipping that alleges that his company might be in the mix with the mafia, there were rumors, speculative pieces written about the kind of wealth he and his f

She was surprised that such good luck fell right on her lap—she should really have mentioned a bigger number! Still, she did not really hold out too much hope and was wary after what happened with Greg. "By the way, what's your occupation?" Chris smiled, knowing that she was skeptical. "I've founded an apothecary named Omens after I returned to the country, with many bigwigs investing as shareholders. The company's net worth is now in the billions, so you can look it up. And don't worry—twenty million is really nothing to me." Gina brazenly whipped out her phone to check—Omens really did exist. It was worth 1.2 billion dollars, and the founder was indeed Chris!

Combined with the forty million he had transferred earlier, she’d earned seventy million in a single day. Her lips curled despite herself. Alexander Vanderbilt, if nothing else, was an incredibly generous client. Setting aside the complicated reality of their relationship—that she was still technically his wife—Ava had to admit he made one hell of a patron. She was good at compartmentalizing, and right now, that skill served her well. She deposited the check into her account without hesitation. The moment the balance updated, a quiet thrill ran through her. Seventy million. It felt like armor—money that bought her time, freedom, and most importantly, choice.