Novel & Cerita มหาเศรษฐี

No matter that person was a head of a party or a prince, in Qin Haodong's eyes, he was just an ordinary patient. James hung up the phone, but soon called back, "Teacher, I've already consulted with that gentleman, I can tell you his name, he is the Old Maldini of M Country." Old Maldini? In Qin Haodong's mind, this name was somewhat influential. Although he did not pay attention to financial news, he had heard something about Old Maldini. This old man was absolutely an influential man in M Country and even in the world. He had hundreds of billions of dollars. By using his fingers, he could make the economy of some small countries collapse. He was so important that he even could have an effec

I resisted the urge to flinch away when he reached for my hands, I still needed more answers. "What do you mean you are more rich and powerful than Demetrius?" "It's simple really, Demetrius is the owner of Mavros Inc, the third richest company on the world. I own Roussos Inc, the richest company in the world by far, Mavros Inc is only where it is today because of me, I make most of my business deals and collaborations with Demetrius' company, without me, you'd be an average family living on minimum wage.

"Wait, that means his boss is the CEO of Wood Enterprise, wait, Sophia, you're going to see Alexander Blackwood. The Alexander Blackwood" "Yes, that's his name." "Oh my gawd, Soph. I don't know if I should be happy or sad for you." "Why?" She asks inquisitively "Well, for one, he's wealthy, like really wealthy, and he can make all your money problems disappear like poof, but he's also a very ruthless businessman. He's known to have no mercy when it comes to business and shows no emotions." Sophia trembles in fear because she has no idea why Alexander would want to see her.

Christian's head lifted, his jaw tightening as his gaze swept the people, catching curious stares like a laser sight. "They think you don't eat," I whispered, leaning forward, my voice shaking with laughter. Christian's eyes narrowed. "That's absurd. Of course l eat." "I know," I teased. "But to them, you're this mysterious billionaire who probably survives on fine wine and intimidation alone." He grunted, clearly unimpressed. "Don't get offended," I said, unable to resist poking further, "but I bet someone out there thinks you eat human hearts... maybe lungs... with caviar."

She asked while June busied herself with the news on Liam Fernando. Apparently, amongst over seven billion individuals on earth, she managed to offend a Multi-trillionaire with a conglomerate worth more than she could ever imagine. He had a net worth of eleven trillion dollars in assets only! He owned various businesses, companies, industries and stores all over North City. He was the biggest exporter akin to an absolute monarch and monopolist of the city. His influence dominated the political sector of North City, and he was also rumoured to be the king of the underworld. Everything he touched turned into gold, and he was named the king-maker of the City.

I say in an annoyed tone, tearing up the piece of paper. “I don't understand why you're overreacting. We can both pretend nothing ever happened if you just sign this . Besides do I seem to care who you are. Like I said before I don't want to know who you are or what you are it's not like your Donald trump”.she whispers. “Well let me tell you, am one of the most famous rich billionaire tycoon who has the largest control and holdings over the shipping, real estate management and hotel companies all around the world and so yes I am that “Max”."I say rapidly

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

Ozgur looked at Kazuo, and he followed Kazuo who was walking towards the man named Austin Smith. Ozgur-also knows all about Austin Smith, just from his name alone. Austin Smith is the richest man in America, he owns a giant mining and weapons company. The hottest bachelor from the East, that's how the newspapers describe him. Not many know that Austin ruled the American underworld and he was crowned the Godfather of the continent. And Ozgur knew that he was obliged to call Austin as senior or the King. "What a pleasure surprise, King." Ozgur said.

Maisie chuckled. Biting her fork, Ryleigh said sulkily, “Even if you don’t earn money to raise your children, the money that Mr. Goldmann earns is more than enough for you guys to spend. He’s now the second richest person in the world. His total worth is more than ten million, not to mention that Blackgold earns a few millions each year. He’s just like a walking ATM.” The wealthiest person in the world was Yorrick, the descendant of the Hathaways in Yaramoor, and now Nolan was just a rank below him.