Vice Ganda Net Worth Novels & Stories

I had an urge that pushed me to do something: search about him online, if the information about him was correct. I opened my phone's browser and searched his name, Andre Gerald Garcia, and was bombarded with results. Age, net worth, family, relationships, and chains of businesses. He had been featured three times on the front cover of 'Styles,' one of the biggest magazine companies ever. He was a thirty-year-old successful billionaire who had managed to raise the success of the DGG group to an unbelievable level in the last five years.

With an iPad in his hand, after tapping the screen for some moment, he placed the iPad in front of Priscilla. Miss Waals, this is the latest Peru's World’s richest men, and for your information, Mr. Lincoln’s net worth is fifty billion dollars. Her jaw almost dropped to the floor. She cast a swift glance over the iPad and the man in it was noble and cold and his eyes seemed to be piercing her through from within the screen itself. She could not help but swallow hard. “So you mean I would have to pay this fifty billion dollars for your compensation”? Yes, Miss Waals, David answered.

“Who's messing around? That's just the operation, you know. I've paid lawyers whose cases are still ongoing, and it's already at 80 million. That doesn't include the many things related to these lawyers. Let's say 100 million. And my good name, which was already underestimated, caused me to lose several jobs. You should know, I have a project with Ms. Ransi. If you don't believe me, you can come to GreenTech where I work. My cooperation contract with them is worth 50 million. And because of your son's actions, I lost 500 million. So, around 1.6 billion.” “You!” Tommy pointed at Gadis casually. ‘Don't mess with me!” “Who's messing around?’ Gadis was never afraid. ”Uncle challenged me to name

“Who knows?“ “Don't even—” Another cup of cold water was poured on David before he could finish his words, and he didn't know when he shed a single tear. “Why are you doing this? What do you want? Is it money—” “Lucky for you that I can't afford to get into this cage and beat you to your death,” he laughed in scorn. “Do you think you can bail yourself free with your eight million dollar net worth?“ David gasped in shock. It was obvious from the guy's tone that the amount he hoped to earn from whether he was “working on” was a million times more gigantic than David's whole net worth.

He browsed a lady's profile then extended it back to them. Wilson scrolled down the lady's profile, he found out she was a model. “Greta Christopher” “She's currently in Sydney. You should have a partnership with her or recruit her as a part . Age: thirty years old. Net worth, $300 millon.” By hearing her net worth Wilson had picked an interest in her, moreover she was a ravishing beauty. He found a reason to hire another model and Greta was the right bait. “But Henrietta is your ex wife. Your mother did everything to get her the crown she has now.”

Risa and Vienna’s hearts were shaking because Iva was raising her voice against Gareth who had a perfect image in the outside world. He received medals from the governor and the president for his exceptional services in the business sector. “If you want, I will create a hundred billion dollar trust in your name,” Gareth told Iva. “No one will be able to touch except you and whoever you want.” Risa and Vienna’s jaws dropped. Gareth was talking as if a hundred billion dollars were just a hundred peanuts. “Hmph, you want me to live like a coward?” Iva casually dismissed his words. “No thanks.”

“Oh my God! I am feeling frustrated! I mean I love her, the way she dresses, how sophisticated she is, her angelic face, the way she speaks, she sounds so nice and her accent. I love her British accent! And now I will find out that she's into Travis Forger too! Now, I am starting to hate her!" "Isn't her family the owners of one of the big fast food chains here in the Philippines?" One of them nodded again. “No wonder the Forgers promised one of their children to the Madrigals! The latest news is that the net worth of the Madrigals is already at eight hundred million." My eyes widened from what I heard! "But the Forger's network is already at $1.8 billion, and is still unbeaten." Travis' we

I run my thumb over the embossed letters like they might reveal some hidden truth, or at least a way out. GABRIEL HUNT Founder & CEO, Hunt Capital I g****e him on my cracked phone. Battery is at 11%. The screen is so damaged I have to tilt it sideways to see the text through the spiderweb fractures. The results load slowly, the circle spinning while the train rattles through the dark tunnel. Then I wish they hadn't. Net worth: $4.7 billion. My vision blurs. I blink, hard, and read it again. Billion. With a B.

He wanted to teach him a lesson and make him think twice before hanging around Yanni. Emilia noticed Gael returning. She immediately looped her arm through his and introduced him to Keaton. “Gael is the founder and CEO of Ressington Tech Co., and his net worth is over a hundred billion dollars.” At the mention of Gael’s name, Keaton raised an eyebrow. “So, this is Mr. Gael. It's a pleasure to meet you! “However, I notice you don’t seem well. It seems like something ails you, and you aren't looking too great, either. I’d wager something unfortunate is going to happen in the next three days.”

“Judging from Gideon's current income situation, if he continues to operate this business, he could make three or four hundred million dollars in a good year, but if luck isn't on his side, he might not make a single penny for the whole year, or even incur losses. Looking ahead over the next twenty years, the net earnings he could personally receive from Violet Group shouldn't exceed six hundred million dollars.” “If our offer can guarantee him more than six hundred million dollars in net income after he sells, without any gambling clauses or waiting periods, he has no reason to refuse our acquisition. Dividing six hundred million by his ownership percentage of 78.5%, our total offer to Viol