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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?"

Among the actors, singers, and models he could think of, there was none like that man. "Could it be that he was a rich businessman?" Andrea muttered, then typed in the search bar "Top 100 richest people in the world." According to his speculation, the man capable of pursuing a perfect woman like Aurora was only in two cases. One is a celebrity, the other is a very rich person. In the first case, he didn't find it, then there was a high chance that the handsome man must be a rich and powerful man. Sure enough, Andrea had seen Aurora's man photo.

Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

She said and I laughed. "Well, I didn't do anything. It just happened." I simply told her. "Then you've got to be kidding me. You are dating a demigod, Sarah. Damon Mackay is among the top five richest men in Avalon right now. He is no longer a billionaire but now a trillionaire. He walks in money! As far as I know, he is the largest shareholder for twelve great companies across the world, excluding luxurious hotels and all. This is the man you are living with, Sarah. To top it all, he's living a humble life here at Kimberley Royal Palace, sharing the building with other celebrities and people when he could just buy off the whole building."

The picture itself screamed of wealth, but not the kind you flaunted; it was the quiet, unshakeable kind that belonged to those who owned the sun. She turned the envelope over, expecting more pictures, the mark’s family, their weaknesses. "Just him?" she asked, her voice tight with surprise. "Just him," Emelio confirmed, taking a slow, measured drag of his cigar. "His name is Alexander Hemsworth. Mighty billionaire and a real-estate mogul out of Nashville." Madison felt a flicker of the old hunger ignite in her chest. She picked up the dossier, scanning the numbers. "That’s clean money, Emelio. And lots of it."

He spoke with a parfait straw in his mouth. “Tyleratte Brooke, I wish I was him.” “What do you mean?” I asked him with disgust. “Please, don’t tell me you don’t know the Tylerattes?” “Well I don’t.” “Tyleratte Brooke is listed as the richest billionaire in Singapore.” He replied, smiling mischievously. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Logan whispered, "Andy, let me quietly fill you in on everyone here! That guy over there is Mr. Stein from Prima Group—he's worth over 50 billion! "And that one is Mr. Drache, Blumedale's connection between the legitimate and underground worlds—he's got enough pull to summon martial kings! "See that flashy socialite? Her husband was in the jewelry business, but he's dead now, and she inherited his assets worth hundreds of billions. She's one of the most powerful people in the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce!"

“Why are you angry about everything? I mean, we are close to the window side, but yet you don’t look happy.” He gave a heavy sigh. “Yes, but nobody looks at the people at the window.” “What do you mean?” He pointed to the main crowd that was inside. “Well, there are the Mastersons. They own more than a billion dollars in government bonds, and they help their country. They’re from Poland, by the way. And over there,” he pointed to another couple, “they own a lot in stocks and crypto, and they can decide to crush their small government. They make earnings in dollars and they spend in their local currency.”

this was different. "People think I’m doing this for the money," he said, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "But when you're worth what I am, money is just a way of keeping score. The Al-Hamad conglomerate holds the keys to the world’s biggest oil moguls and Mediterranean trade routes. By merging with them, I’m not just increasing my billions; I’m skyrocketing Sterling Industries toward the trillion-dollar mark. I’m moving from being a player to being the board itself. It makes Marcus Thorne look like a child playing with pocket change."