Victor Mature Net Worth Novels & Stories

She relaxed and let Matias handle the matter "You could have earned a lot under my wing… I could have paid you handsomely," Victor said, ignoring Matias completely. "You doomed yourself by going against me because now you have lost everything," Victor added and slowly walked around. Mr Matias was infuriated. He worked for no one. It was enough that he used to listen to frank and played his lapdog for so long

A framed print clattered to the floor. “I built this company with him!” Victor screamed, his face inches from Davidson’s, his breath hot with whiskey and hate. “I was there in the dirt and the oil when you were still a bible-thumping boy in Texas! I earned it! You just spread your legs for it!” Davidson shoved him back, hard. Victor stumbled, crashing into a low-slung sofa. The two men from Volkov watched, impassively, as if observing a mildly interesting sporting event. This was beneath their intervention.

"Serves him right for parading his mistress right in front of his wife. Now he's out on the street with nothing but debt." "Things are about to get interesting. We're talking about 1.5 billion dollars in debt here. How's he ever going to pay that back?" I smiled at Victor sympathetically. "Victor, I'm just taking back what's mine. You, on the other hand, will lose it all." Victor completely broke down. "You must've gone crazy! You sick, twisted bitch! How dare you scheme against your own husband? You're insane! I'll have you locked up in a mental hospital!"

Only an idiot would take Zayn’s words at face value. Victor was stunned. The chairman of Violet Vision was no normal figure. The enigma had once rejected his invitation for a friendly meeting despite Victor and the Smiths’ prestige. Of course, if one were to judge based on their net worth, the Smiths could not hold a candle to the chairman. Then, there was the fact that Violet Vision’s worth was still soaring. According to experts, it would take only a month before the company’s asset reached 1.5 billion dollars!

"His name is Victor Rowe. He played in the Eastside Junior League the same two seasons you and Daniel did. He aged out the year before you did." "I do not remember him." "You would not have. He was not on your team. He played for a rival club, the Ridgemont side. You would have faced each other on the ice maybe twice a season at most." "What does he do now?" "That is where it gets interesting," Marcus said. "On paper, nothing remarkable. He works in private security, registered firm, mid-level clients. But his financial history has some significant gaps. Periods where there is almost no traceable income and then sudden large deposits that do not match anything his legitimate work could expla

I couldn’t. “How much?” I asked. My voice came out smaller than I wanted. Victor’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “Two point four million.” The number hit me like a slap. My stomach dropped so hard I thought I might throw up right there on his fancy rug. “I can’t pay that,” I whispered. “No,” he agreed. “You can’t. Neither can she.” He tilted his head toward my mom without looking at her. “But I’m a reasonable man, Madison. I have a proposition.”

"Victor financed operations that even Margaret refused to discuss in detail." The room grew noticeably colder despite the heating system humming quietly overhead. Morris leaned forward, his pen already moving across his notebook as Arthur continued speaking. "Margaret built the network," Arthur explained, "but Victor provided the resources that allowed it to expand internationally. He remained invisible because he preferred other people to take the public risks while he stayed hidden behind shell companies and charitable foundations." Arthur looked directly at Aliya before adding the sentence none of us wanted to hear. "If Margaret truly set one final plan into motion, Victor is the only per

The bartender, a tough-looking man with a thick beard, nodded at him as he took a seat. "What can I get you?" the bartender asked. Macholo took a little look around the bar before he replied. "Whiskey, neat. And information. I'm looking for anything on the new player in town." The bartender raised an eyebrow. "You mean Victor? He's been making waves, trying to buy out some of the smaller operations." Macholo's ears perked up. "Victor? What do you know about him?" The bartender leaned in, lowering his voice. "Word is, he's got deep pockets and a ruthless heart. He's already taken out a few of the smaller players."

The next day, Matthias had Alpha investigate Wealthtrack Financial Corporation's background after he dropped Danielle off at school. Upon reviewing the information, Matthias could not help but frown. Wealthtrack Financial Corporation was owned by Victor Veltroni. While the man was not from a prominent family, his power was comparable to top families. He was also a formidable figure in Havenwood, known for his ruthless and domineering methods. Since entering the finance industry, Victor had used every means possible, disregarding industry rules, which allowed Wealthtrack to go public in just five years. The documents Alpha sent included Wealthtrack's recent history and detailed background inf

I nearly choked, "Richard honourable what a joke. “He paid for a night with a new girls" Victor continued, clearly enjoying the spotlight, “but instead of spending the night with her, guess what he did?” He grinned proudly, like a proud father “He paid extra. Told me to make sure she never had to sell her body again.” “That was too kind of you, sir,” Victor added, pressing a hand to his chest like he was about to shed a tear. “That money really helped her dying sister.” I blinked. That bastard, I nearly launched out from under the table, to tackle him.