Novel & Cerita Abandoned Heir You Bet On The Wrong Horse

Abigail was not ready to admit that the person was not Charles but Xander Reid. She couldn’t believe that two people could look the same to each other. She began to think that somehow Charles had escaped from that fire. He didn’t die that night. But how could he be the heir to such an enormous business empire? This question stirred her emotion. Tears pricked her eyes. She wanted to believe that the person in the photo was Charles, but at the same time, she also couldn’t believe that he was the heir to Reids. She was anxious.

Offer them an opportunity on the new project I was embarking on. Luke opened the car door for me and I stepped out. There were paparazzis everywhere. Camera and media outlets on the standby. As I stepped out reporters buzzed around me. Microphysique stretched out before me. “Mr. Cormac, we heard that your company has been taken over by another company.” “It was the company that your grandfather started with. How do you think he would feel with you selling it?” “Sir!” “Mr. Bass, what will become of the company now?!”

People behind him were eager to stay in his good graces and placed their bets on Number Three with big money, making Mark beam with satisfaction. "Dr. Lloyd, Fran, let's join in the fun. Things will get more exciting with some bets involved," Lauren suggested enthusiastically. Caught up in Lauren's excitement, Andrew casually scanned the ten horses and placed his bet on Number Seven. "Look at this amateur trying to act like he knows something," Dexter mocked from nearby. Harvey chuckled condescendingly, "Andrew, Number Seven is a mixed breed. Can't you tell that? Those horses are just field fillers." "Mr. Weller, Mr. Combs, why waste time on this nobody? Mark my words—Mr. Thatcher's pick, Nu

“You are going to regret it because I will do anything to make sure he doesn't get that company now or in the future.” Whoa! So soon. “Well, congratulations, Grandpa is the only person that can decide that.” Before they could talk back, Grandpa entered the apartment. He too must have heard the news already because his face explained it all. “Where Is Asher?” He asked right from the door, limping on his walking stick. “Where is the heir?” “What!” Matilda and her husband exclaimed shockingly. “The heir? Grandpa, do you know what that means?” “You haven't even seen the boy to be sure he is Raymond’s real child or not.”

He didn't know that he wanted to leave or that he needed it, until his brother made the mention of leaving that place. Although the word "abandon" was not to Charisse's liking, because it made her nostalgic. Their father had abandoned them, their mother had died, years later they learn that their father had also died and as if they were not many misfortunes, they are left without money. But luckily Jared finished his university studies and was able to get a good job at Graham Group, the rest that happened did not exist in Charisse's mind, because she was in a coma, she did not know the course that Jared's life took or his friendship with Robert.

I ask Chloe, glancing to see my horse had won the race. “Look, I paid someone to do some research on the product and it’s the cheapest of all its counterparts in the market right now. With your company name behind it, you could increase the retail price and make more profit for the company. Imagine the respect your family will accord you for that, but if you don’t help me, that respect is going to go to your uncle and by extension, your ex.” The bookie comes to take my bet slip to cash out my winnings and I tell him to bet half of it on the same horse for the next race. Maybe I should look into breeding race horses. I hear there’s good money in it too.

And somewhere beneath the soil, a new seed began to stir, waiting for the rain, waiting for the light, waiting to become something more. The heir had planted her tree. And now the next heir would do the same. THE END

"I didn't decide it for you. It was my draft. I decided it for me." "Section six pays me out if this ends early. It's generous. I know what generous is for." "It's a hatch," he said. "Adrian said so in my own office, a hatch with a ribbon on it, and I built it before the wedding because I'd never in my life walked into a room without one, and I have looked at it every day since like a man checking the stove." "That's a very specific confession." "You told your father the specific ones are the ones that cost. Security sent me the lobby footage. I took notes."

I quelled my rage and asked politely, "Did you just say you're from Centuria's Keaton family?" "Another one? Is this your backup, Aubrey Keller?" The girl sneered. "Yes, I'm the heiress to the Keaton family from Centuria. The name's Ophelia Keaton! Why? Do you have something to say about it? "Oh, I know. You two are trying to get in my good books. Well, you're too late! No other families in Centuria by the name of Keaton are fit to be part of the social upperclass besides us, losers!"

She owed him that. He listened. Asked two questions. Didn't interrupt. When she finished the car stayed quiet. The trees had grown denser. The sky pressed lower. "What do you know about what he is," Alec said. "Old," she said. "Older than anyone I've met. Something wrong with him underneath — something he manages. The breeding program isn't about legacy." She paused. "I didn't understand what it was for." "No." Something in his voice she couldn't name. "He wouldn't have told you."