Novel & Cerita มหาเศรษฐี

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 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. "

She still had enough time to refresh her body in a warm bathroom that fit the cold weather today, before heading to her new workplace. Today is her first day within the Al Matthew Industrial Group. This giant group whose branches are all over Europe. She was finally able to be one of them. After two years of hard work, she has obtained certificates of experience that qualify her to reach that group. She has the job of special secretary to the group's chief executive Adam Matthew. The single billionaire, as the newspapers call him, is, despite skipping 30 years, and with so many rumors haunting him about his multiple women's relationships and being a first-class female visitor.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” Lena snorted. “I’m guessing someone rich, powerful, and incredibly used to hearing the word yes.” “Rafael Blackthorne.” Her hand paused mid-air. The name was familiar. The tabloids. The real estate empire. The luxury clubs. The model girlfriends. The lawsuits. She glanced at him again—yep. It tracked. “Cool,” she said, unfazed. “Still going to need you to pay in cash if your card has more scandals than credit.”

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

“He’s still insanely wealthy probably a billionaire. Nobody gets to the level of yacht-rich without exploiting people.” Andre smiled. “You really don’t know who he is.” XXX

Beyond comprehension. Net Worth: $300 billion. Thea’s breath caught, and she pressed a hand to her mouth. She scrolled down, her pulse hammering, devouring line after line: Founder of Blackwood Global Holdings. Owner of Mayqueen Conglomerates. Controlling stakes in over 60 multinational companies. Private estates across five continents. Influence that rivaled governments.

"Rich people did whatever they wanted and got away with it." Remembering how he got me fired because I just slipped and spilled water everywhere in his hotel room. "He's not just rich, Ava" Olivia corrected with wide eyes. "Mikhail Ivanshov is the CEO of Ivanshov Constructions, the biggest construction company in the whole of Europe. He owns the biggest Ivanshov estates in the world, as well as the biggest Steel industries. He's one of the major shareholders of Armani Suits, Trigger Watches, Ben's Shoes and even Orange Perfumes."

Is he referring to them? "Not relative. They are not related to any of us by blood. But their ancestors owe us. It was me who gave them the wealth to start and live. The wealth lasted for generations and generations until now." Elijah explained to me. I can't believe that there is such wealth in the mortal realm. Elijah labeled them as old money. In this category, rich people have millions. Super-rich people have hundreds of billions. To be exact, old money belongs to the super-rich, which means the family is a billionaire or more. "Bring Sicario here," Elijah ordered a sentinel not far away.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.