White Dolemite Net Worth Novels & Stories

Of course, Dominic would be here. I sighed quietly. What difference would it have made if I’d known? None. There was no universe where I would have skipped Royal Tides. Especially not because of him. “Sterlings.” A voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned. A man stood before us. Tall. Gray-haired. Perfectly tailored tuxedo. Hayes immediately straightened. “Mr. Whitmore.” Arthur Whitmore. Founder of Whitmore Maritime Holdings. One of the largest shipping conglomerates in Europe.

He says and brought out some other documents. "Can I proceed?" He asked and she nodded, Setting the envelope on her table "The Late Mrs Romano's networth is 2,000,000,000$, She has a total of eight construction companies and two hotels. Five restaurants in five different countries, Four houses in different countries including Cunningham, A fleet of cars etc. The Late Mrs Romano has asked that 50% of her net worth be given to her daughter Rielle Romano while the remaining 50% be given to Elvis Romano. The Late Mrs Romano has asked that her daughter Rielle Romano goes through the envelope given to her daughter." He says and looked up at a shocked Rielle.

"Are they all like him? "Most." His eyes scanned the room. See the woman in red by the windows? Victoria Chen. Runs a hedge fund, collects art, and destroyed her last three competitors through calculated social destruction. The man she's talking to is James Whitmore–tech billionaire, philanthropist, and rumoured to have ties to offshore accounts that would make the IRS weep. "And we're just… mingling with these people?" "Welcome to high society." His tone held bitter amusement. "Everyone here has done something questionable to get where they are. The only difference is how well they hide it."

I asked very much interested. "After Mr. Bloomfield's decision to move everyone about, rumors have started to circulate throughout the building. I was informed by a specific individual there that this transaction has been ongoing behind closed doors for some time, and that the company is paying a staggering eleven billion dollars to acquire Dailyplus." After Robert told me, I coughed. I was aware that Dante was wealthy-a billionaire-but I had no idea how wealthy of a billionaire he actually was. In an effort to avoid collapsing from anguish, I tried to avoid news stories about him in the past and to avoid finding out who he was currently dating.

Crestmont fangs infrastructure allegedly transferred $30 million dollars to two offshore consulting firms connected to senior executives. Accusing one of my holdings is crazy work. “You seem to be trending in different areas this morning,” I overhear Qet’s remark. “Send follow up articles.” I request my finger scrolling up to the next article. Emmett Adler of Emmett holdings announced engagement to a never seen fiancee, leaving his ex(new acting chairman of W&S by Hoffman) in tears. “Liam, get off this call. Get Qet to the penthouse” I say, while typing a text to him.

Whoever, whatever and wherever she was, her days were already numbered. My phone vibrated on the table. I grabbed it, looking at the screen. It was my cousin, Savage. “Hey,” I greeted, smiling. “Almost done?” He asked. “Not even close. That bitch has more money than we expected. Now imagine what would happen if we got a connection to that Grandma's total White family revenue account.” I said, raising both my eyebrows in amusement. “That would be crazy. We're getting close. How much is it?” “Forty six billion.”

The important thing is that she is with Dymon. "I'm going down," Dymon replied. Shut down his computer. Where are his gambling profits? He went downstairs to see the new guests. And happily dealt with them. Every day someone comes into his money. Using the money he got from Joseph's father, he has also achieved his dreams in life. Being famous, rich and alone is uplifting. Even the mayor is including his name. As perfuming and enjoying my advanced properties which are all named. There is no turning back for Joseph. Because I have all the wealth I've dreamed of for a long time.

he paused just when the door flung open. “Are you both aware that this is not a reconciliation center?” Looking up to see who it was. We both couldn't believe our eyes. “Donovan Hayes?” Marietta and I chorused. He is one of the wealthiest men in the whole of America. Not only that, he is known for being popular in the tech world. And his company has always been the first in everything. His net worth–was more than anyone could estimate. What could he possibly have wanted with me and Marietta?

I scrolled and scrolled. His net worth, according to Forbes, was fourteen point seven billion dollars. Billion. With a B. He was the founder of Blackwood Technologies. A company I had been hearing about for seven years. Because Tristan worked there. Tristan had been a marketing director at Blackwood for three years. Tristan had once spent an entire dinner party explaining to my mother who did not care what an honor it was to be in the orbit of someone like Damien. Damien. Like he knew him. He didn't.

She was a reasonable adult with functional Wi-Fi and a dinner in three weeks with a man she knew almost nothing about, and that was due diligence, not fascination, and if she found herself reading a seven-year-old profile piece at eleven-forty-five on a Tuesday night, that was simply thoroughness. Dominic Caldwell. Thirty-eight. CEO and majority shareholder of Caldwell Group privately held, which meant no public filings, which meant the numbers floating around in financial media were estimates ranging between four and six billion depending on the source. He'd been quoted in one magazine describing net worth estimates as "a measurement of the size of my privacy violation," which she read twic