Victor Martinez Net Worth Novels & Stories

The laugh lines at his eyes were proof he’d lived, laughed, won. And the way he carried himself… Jesus. Like gravity bent around him. Like he walked into rooms knowing every woman in them would notice, and every man would measure himself against him and come up short. Victor had Marcus at twenty. Victor was barely out of his teens when he got his high-school sweetheart pregnant and did the right thing. He married Marcus' mom at twenty-one, built a life and turned a small real-estate hustle into a billion-dollar empire while raising a kid and apparently never letting himself go soft.

He laughed at my question and shook his head. "Such a waste of time for suing them." I guess that's my cue to not ask more questions. I rather not get on his bad side today. "You'll go with Diego today, I'll be observing you from afar." He said and I nodded. He left me in his office alone as I kept looking at the pictures. My eyes widened when I saw the man who created the FL-2020. It's Victor Mendez. Victor Mendez is known to be the next Elon Musk of the technology world. He's known not only in Europe but in America too. So he stole this idea from Adrian huh?

"His b‍rother is facing c‌riminal charg⁠es and pr‌obable prison time. Victor wants Lucien to feel what that costs." The ro‌om w⁠as quiet for a moment. "Okay," I sa⁠id. "⁠So⁠ what do we know about Vict‍or himself?" Ch‍en swiped through the tablet.‌ "Sixty two years old. Built his money in‍ priva‌te eq‍uity in the ni‌neties, mostly hosti‌le acqui⁠sitions. He's⁠ known for‍ being patient. He doesn't go in loud,‌ he goes in slow and quiet and by the t⁠ime anyone notices him, he already ha‌s what‌ he wants.‍" He p⁠aused. "He also‌ has a rep⁠uta⁠tion for holding grudges‌. There's a c⁠ompany in Ha‍mbur‌g‌ that c‍rossed him in‍ 200‍9. They st‍ill‌ haven't recovered."

I asked, making another move, waiting for this bastard to react the right way so I could move forward with my plan. “Must I be happy for him?” Victor said finally, his voice hoarse. He laughed hard, already high on his substance. His laugh sounded broken and ugly. Spit flew from his mouth. “That rich prick gets everything. The money. The name. The power. While I get nothing but a needle and a high that burns out by morning.”

Life continuing, indifferent to their crisis. "Can I ask you something?" Juliet said. "Always." "What happens if Victor wins? If you lose Olatunji Technologies?" "I survive. I have other investments. Property holdings. Venture capital stakes." He gestured vaguely. "I'd still be wealthy. Still be successful by any reasonable measure." "But?"

It irritated me more than I wanted to admit. But I came because Pedro Martinez was not the type of man anyone in my position would dare to mess with. He ruled the North, and his house was the second most powerful in our world, and that was enough. The Martinez family controlled the continent's largest platinum reserves. Lithium, palladium, and cobalt flowed from beneath their mountains and mines. Their wealth, combined with the size of their private militia, made them the second-richest house in the territory syndicate. Their influence spread beyond smuggling and arms to clean energy, technology, and even pharmaceuticals. They did not just trade in violence; they also had influence in global

Victor offered and Randall averted his gaze uninterested. I can't help but respect Victor for his intelligence and skill at his job. This guy is good. I flashed him a brief smile in appreciation and he nodded. I glanced at the rich man who hasn't said anything in a while after he created an opportunity for me to speak, his face still expressionless. He had helped me gain my first audience here too. He keeps helping me everywhere I happen to meet him. Victor quickly whispered into my ear, “that's Damian, a very rich and powerful man who just partnered with this company recently as a shareholder.”

Annoyed by the fact that his search was interrupted. "If you aren't Stones, what are you?" Vincent asked, confused. "Martinez. Victor Martinez," Victor replied and walked away. Vincent stood staring at him in shock. Martinez? How come? ***************************** NEXT MORNING Victor arrived at the Company in a very bad state. He looked worse than a walking corpse. The dark circles under his eyes made him look like a human panda. He slowly went up the stairs, thankful that he had arrived early, if not the employees would have gotten themselves a topic of discussion. Getting to the top floor, Victor sluggishly walked down to his office. Last night, he had barely gotten enough sleep and was t

He didn't know who had annihilated Verity, but he was happy to take the credit if it made Mars see him as a powerful protector. "I was only thinking about how they bullied you," Victor muttered. "So, what now? Is there any way to reverse the bankruptcy?" "Mars, worry about your health. Leave the business to me. I’ll find another partner for the Cic Forest Marker. I promise your hard work won't be for nothing." "Really?" "I swear it on my Alpha status."

Just a few days ago, Romero Empire had a net worth of over ten billion, today, after so many investors have withdrawn their investment, it merely graced 3 billion dollars. So, looking at the figure in front of him, with that in mind, Melvin felt like a rock had just suddenly been dumped on his head. 1.92 Billion dollars wasn't money to be played about with and the painful fact is that there was no way they could avoid this case as long as it was Gabriel Bryce filling for a suit.