Novel & Cerita Alfred Gotham

It was the man who crashed her car that day when she was on her way to the blind date party! "That's alright. There's no need for that. You can just transfer the money to my account," replied Catelyn. Alfred raised his eyebrows slightly. With his looks and net worth, there were countless people who wanted to invite him to dinner. However, this girl was actually rejecting him. Alfred started questioning his own charisma for the very first time. "It's my first time here in Sapphire City from Fidelysia. I don't think a fund transfer would be convenient," Alfred said.

Chapter 13 As we made our way to the entrance of my apartment building, Alfred proved himself to be a gentleman, showing no signs of taking advantage of the situation. Despite my reservations, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him for ensuring my safety. However, my fleeting sense of relief was shattered by the presence of a man waiting outside in a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom. His intense gaze bore into me, sending shivers down my spine. Alfred seemed oblivious to the man's presence until a hand stopped him in his tracks. Turning to face him, Alfred's expression changed as he came face to face with the imposing figure of Burgess.

“What the fuvk! those werewolves went into hiding? Where are they now? What is your plan?” “My plan is simple…” “Nothing you say is ever simple, Lucas.” Fabiano shook his head. He had known Lucas for long to believe his plan would be simple. “I am the lord of the Vampires after all…” he grinned evilly. “Hold up, how does this story take away the fact that they have an Alpha who wouldn’t sit back and watch us take over his throne?” Lauretha asked. “His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.”

“I mean, you’d have to be if you have five million lying around for blackmail. And you’re clearly a man of influence if anyone’s going through this much effort to find you. Whatever your name was, it must be one worth forking out five million dollars to protect.” It wasn’t a question as much as a poorly-veiled attempt at prying. I couldn’t help it. “It’s Alfred,” was all he said, his tone curt and final. “That’s the only name of mine you need to worry about. And I assure you that you’ll get your money’s worth for your help. You have my word.” I’d been promised things before and had them ripped out from where I’d buried the words in my heart. But while I had no intention of believing anyone a

Alfred said and his secretary mouthed a yes sir on the phone and Alfred ended the call then turned to the body guard that was standing close to him. “Tell the driver to get the car ready” he said and with that he walked to his room. When he entered his room, he felt something strange about the arrangement, like someone had entered his room. He quickly kicked off the thoughts, maybe he was over thinking things. He walked inside his bathroom, took his bath , walked back to his room. Got dressed and left the house. ******************** ******************** ********************

He shuddered so vigorously, didn't he? Kayla never expected a spotless victory against a defendant such as Alfred Seong-Hun and his lawyer until the day she waited in court for hours and Alfred failed to show up. It was then that the news came to court that Alfred passed last night. It happened that Alfred was a murderer, a heist, and a trafficker. Tongueless children were found in a vault in his house, children who lost their abilities due to trauma and torture. Half-dead captives who proved that Alfred was demonic and used their blood and body parts for selfish desires and black magic.

Home beckoned, but the thought of driving alone through the city at this hour sent shivers down his spine. Alfred had arrived with a light security detail, unwilling to draw attention to his presence and not anticipating the need for a swift exit. He couldn’t afford to be vulnerable, especially with enemies lurking in the shadows. Alfred’s instincts warned him that he could be an easy target for his adversaries, even though the hour was not yet late—just past eight. With a heavy sigh, Alfred realized the only option was to rely on his driver, Mark. Retrieving his phone, he scrolled through his call log and found Mark’s number. Dialing it swiftly, the phone rang only once before Mark answered

Alfred Ahmad hissed just as his panting figure came up beside me, eyeing the small cabin in the distance with disgust clear on his features. I could tell he wanted to nail the cocky riffraff just as much as I did. I toyed with the idea of barreling through the broken door of the cabin, of facing the Gotham inside and watching the blood drain from his face when I sent my minions after his woman. After his brother’s heir. There was no telling how many of the Gotham wolves were in there. Surely Michael hadn't tottered through the dark woods on his own. He didn't strike me as the knight in shining armor.

“Husband, I know that look. We already have a young child. You can’t save everyone Thomas. I know you regret not helping before because he’s your old friend's son but you don’t know him.” “Everyone deserves a chance, Martha.” He can see the worry in her eyes. She took a big breath and exhaled. “Okay we will give him a chance but if he hurts my baby, he’s out.” “I understand.” The Wayne’s' car pulls up. “Hello sir.” The man said in a distinguished voice. “Hello Alfred.” Alfred got out of the car and opened the doors. The Waynes got in and he closed the doors behind them. “Alfred, can you get me to Gotham Central as fast as possible.”

"You've got to pull it together! Please! "This has to be fake—it's all fake! That bastard Andrew just planted false rumors to scare us!" Dominic scrambled back to his feet, nodding like a madman. "Right, right… it's all fake. Just a bluff… it has to be…" Just then, a thunderous roar came from outside as an old man stormed into the room—furious and unannounced. It was Alfred Goth, the oldest surviving member of the Goth family. His hair was fully silver, and he had been in charge of half the family's businesses for years. Most importantly, he was the one who maintained the family's relationships with Jayrodale's upper class.