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Apparently Mr Gordon asked him if he knew the person they would be choosing for the #1 Billionaire title, they were all in this together. Mr Gordon was a 30 year old young entrepreneur, he was nominated to be among the list of Billionaires to compete, unlike Xavier who was into companies and real estate investment with stocks and shares, Mr Gordon owns about four schools all around San Francisco, and he roughly has a net worth of $200billion so he was among the entrepreneurs competing also. Mr Gordon thought of owning his company and that will cause him a lot of money to fund before he can start earning from it, and this would reduce his chances of winning, that was why he called Xavier up t

The Luxury Magnate — “The Maison Lord” Name: Bernard Arnault Business base: Global luxury conglomerate (haute couture, wine, premium retail) Profile snippets: Cold public persona, obsessed with brand legacy and artistic image; collects art, funds galleries, owns private island retreats; complex family succession. Visuals & habits: Tailored dark suits, minimalist mansion, discreet but iconic brand launches. Conflict hooks: Creative director rebellion, takeover rumors, moral cost of exclusivity vs. modern values. “Your payment, sir? It’s your wealth that brought you here,” the driver said as Drick unloaded their luggage.

After a savory meal Hillary and her parents settled on the sofa to watch the television. She saw a glimpse of the man she once spotted in the news while she was sitting on the park. Curiousity sinked in her mind. Her dad was staring at the man. "He travelled around the world. He is so rich. He is a businessman and what more a billionaire." his dad said praising him. "What is his name.? I asked out of curiousity. "Kryss Mills." He's the only son of the billionaire Frank Mills. His dad exited in business industry long ago. , so his son owns all of their businesses.

He asked. Fucking asshole! "I am glad you remember I am the Don and also the owner of this company. Less I forget, this company is a corporation, an investment company not a mafia company. With or without the mafia business backing this company, it would be the same. Who ever I employ to work for me is my business to take care of care of and I know how to handle what under my control, Mr dickhead. Now I hope I have given you the reply, you may take fucking sit. "

“Men should be like Kleenex, soft and strong and disposable.” - Unknown author. Eduardo continued the presentation as if nothing had happened. He didn't give a damn what his peers thought of him. People talked behind your back all the time. He has been labeled a “billionaire playboy” and this has made him the center of much gossip and intrigue for years.

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

I ask stuffing French fries in my mouth. "Well, the clients called and postponed the meeting for tomorrow. So technically I could have taken a day off but I decided to stay and do some inventory." She says and I nod. "Nina do you know about Mr. Karter Allan?" I ask out of the blue. She's worked here for three years now, she probably knows about him. "Well duh! Who doesn't? He's the owner of our company and not just that he's the youngest billionaire in America! Everyone knows him Marie" She says.

She raised her head with a smile. "It is," She giggled as she fought the urge to jump on him. It was a letter from Chris Williams inviting him to make a portrait of his mother but it would be done in his mansion. He is paying him Two billion dollars. Chris Williams is one of the most successful businessmen in Chicago "Do we leave this evening?" She asked giggling with excitement. "No, we start tomorrow. I have to get some stuff today and we are going grocery shopping." "Grocery shopping?" She furrowed her brows. "Why are we going grocery shopping?"

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.

Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.