White Dolemite Net Worth Novels & Stories

Abigail asked, "How are you going to handle it?" "I can't be bothered with her." Stella did not care about a clown like the shop assistant. However, when she was about to reply to a great comment from a fan, there was another revelation online: [Rumors say that Stella's financial backer is Lucas White, the CEO of White Corporation.] Lucas was the CEO of White Corporation. He was just thirty years old, and he was on the global wealthiest individuals list for several years. Most importantly, he was unmarried—a typical wealthy, available man.

“I’m the full-time housekeeper for Mr. Wynn and Miss White. Don’t underestimate my job—I make two hundred thousand dollars a year, you know!” Dolly was spewing nonsense again. But Amy clearly bought it. She asked curiously, “Really... two hundred thousand dollars a year?” Dolly waved a hand dismissively. “Isn’t that normal? You think I’d settle for anything less working for Mr. Wynn? I even get commission and various allowances.” Amy stood frozen. “Commission and allowances? How much is that in total?” Dolly did a quick mental calculation. “Not too much— three to four hundred thousand dollar a year.”

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

Wilbur said calmly. Shane smiled, and Whitney went on. "Miser Homer Colt, Kardon Province representative of Vanguard Home Appliances. They make two hundred million dollars in sales every year. Mister Mark Lenkari's family owns a supermarket chain, valued on the market at three hundred million dollars. Mister Astor King here works in cable manufacturing and has a net worth of almost a hundred million dollars." "Wow, you're all so well-achieved for your age." Wilbur smiled politely. Whitney's tone turned cold at once. "Why don't you tell us what you do, Wilbur? I heard you don't even have a job, do you?"

Dominic stared at him, speechless. "Mr. Fleming, get some good rest. I'll be heading out!" Isaac showed no embarrassment at all. He laughed, turned around, and hurried off. As soon as he left, Jewel burst out laughing. Dominic turned to look at her. She laughed until she nearly ran out of breath. "Isaac Moore's net worth is over a billion dollars. I guess it's true that seeing is believing." "Who would've thought," Dominic said helplessly. "Now that I think about it, I didn't expect you to have connections like this either. First Ms. Palmer, then Mr. Moore from Amaze Construction. Why is it that all of them address you so formally?" Jewel asked once she caught her breath.

Oh, thank God they were not identical, if she ever got hold of a picture of her father with her mother, she would be able to recognize! Kira pulled up articles on Adam Whitaker next, and read about him too. Somehow the articles stated that Adam Whitaker was much more ruthless than in comparison to Alan Whitaker. Of course, nothing was written explicitly but Kira could sense it. Even the photos of Adam Whitaker were more haughty and arrogant. Alan Whitaker and his brother Adam Whitaker have combined net worth of 4 billion dollars. Wow! “So…” Kira sighed as she flopped on the bed, “My father is at least 2 billion dollars worth, and the man who calls me his ‘home’ is 5.5 billion dollars worth.

Or I was twisting it in my brain. “Yeah. I’m the only poor in the team.” “I am poor, man,” Kye joined him. “You bought a hundred acres of land, asshole. Me? Nada.” “Oh, yeah? Do you think I wouldn’t know how much you invested in Osmium? You’re a major shareholder. How much is Osmium’s net worth?” “Okay, guys. Settle down,” I told them both before I turned to Skyla. “Where do you work?”