Victor Martinez Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Don’t I? Your father’s past dealings aren’t as squeaky clean as you’d like the world to believe. A few well-placed whispers, and Martinez Corp.’s recovery will crumble before it begins.” Bridgette’s hand balled into a fist, but I placed a calming hand on her arm. “You underestimate us, Cynthia,” I said smoothly. “We’ve dealt with bigger problems than you. And unlike you, we play fair. If you think you can bully your way into our lives, you’re mistaken.” Cynthia’s eyes narrowed, but before she could respond, Victor appeared. “Cynthia,” he said firmly. “Whatever game you’re playing, it ends here. Walk away, or I’ll make sure you’re the one left with nothing.”

“I know exactly who I’m talking to. A man who tears down other people’s lives because he has nothing real in his own.” The table went quiet. Other players shifted uncomfortably. Victor leaned back. “You’ve got a sharp tongue. I like that. Maybe I should make you an offer. Leave this sinking ship and come work for me. I pay better. And I don’t mind sharing.” Damien’s hand tightened on Kai’s thigh. “Touch him and I’ll end you.” Victor laughed. “So possessive. How cute. But business is business, Damien. Your boyfriend is a valuable asset now. Famous. Desirable. I could make him a star. You’re just holding him back.”

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.

Alfric replied and showed me the details on the tablet. " 2-2 billions? Are you saying Mr Vetos invested 2 billions?" I stuttered, stepping back. I knew the moment I googled about Mr Vetos Ralph, his net worth was 22 billions. I was sure this man would invest at least millions in my business but he went direct to billions. I have heard from others that elves from Madrid are pretty much millionaires and billionaires. There's hardly anyone suffering from poverty . Since Madrid is a major exporter of herbal medicines, mana infused weapons and gemstones. But the country never allows foreign companies to do business in Madrid.

"And Victor’s personal fortune?" "Gone," Claire said simply. "The liquid assets are being redirected into a court-ordered restitution fund for the victims of his real estate fraud schemes. His private estate on Long Island goes to the auction block next month. Victor himself is currently occupying a eight-by-ten cell in a federal detention center, awaiting formal sentencing in January. His lead attorney resigned yesterday morning citing non-payment of legal fees." Silence settled over the loggia.

Another: The Billionaire Who Refuses to buy a ring. I scrolled slowly and saw photographs of galas, summits and international meetings. He stood beside presidents. CEOs. Ambassadors. He was always composed. Always slightly removed. Meanwhile, his net worth estimates were staggering and his reputation even more so. Ruthless. Precise. Unattached. A businessman who dismantled failing empires without hesitation. Victor was ambitious. But Victor was small compared to this. Very small, and the realization was both terrifying and promising. If Morningstar chose to crush Aurelius Holdings, he could do so effortlessly.

Victoria As the sleek, black luxury car glided to a stop, the air suddenly erupted into a frenzy of camera clicks, flashing camera lights, and shouted questions. “Ahhh, is the CEO of the Toria NovaSpire Group!!" The sound erupted from the crowd and from the car tinted glass, I could clearly see the mayor, Victor Martinez, standing by the corner with a wide, toothy grin. Seeing that our car had stopped, he proudly stepped forward, toward our direction. His eyes were shining with a mix of excitement of finally getting to meet the faceless CEO while on the other hand, he seemed a bit nervous.

“So, I didn’t receive your gift, Mr. Martinez.” He furrowed his brows, “I should have blocked you so you can't transfer money to me.” “Why don’t you try it, Mr. Martinez?” “I don’t dare to try it. I’m afraid that the losses would outweigh the gains.” His aura of nobility coupled with his irresistibly deep voice was truly unfair! If his venture capital really failed, he could consider developing a side business and transitioning to the entertainment industry. He would definitely dominate the entertainment industry! She felt her heart skip several beats.

Because I have something important to handle. Rico Martinez sat stiff in a metal chair, his wrists and ankles zip-tied to an iron rod right in front of him. His face was already a mess, courtesy of my men who had picked him up two hours ago from his car. One eye was swollen shut, and a deep cut on his cheekbone still leaked blood down his jaw. He lifted his head slowly when he heard my footsteps. Recognition flashed across his good eye, quickly followed by fear. “Coleman,” he croaked, his voice was hoarse. “Or should I call you Adrian? Victor’s new fucking driver?” He said still surprised how a driver can fucking abduct a billionaire.

Victor tried explaining to them as much as he could, but his words were like trying to warm ice with breath. Bosch Group was a private company, so investors meant everything to Victor. Overnight, their company’s value which was nearing a billion dollars was reduced to nearly half of that before noon. Victor go so furious he destroyed the mobile, came to Ryan’s room and slapped him and kicked him out of the house. “Get lost, and don’t show your face again!” Victor roared. Ryan was deeply hurt, not just because Victor hit him but also because Vivian didn’t even stop him.