Novel & Cerita Alfred Pennyworth Gotham

“Just like old times, we are taking down an old bull with all we've got,” Jonathan nodded, this time not in denial but assured that the lawyer really meant business with him. He led them back to the entrance and waved at them as the elevator doors closed. Jonathan took a deep breath and hit his chest twice with his fist, a gentle knock signifying victory. They left the premises totally satisfied, Geoffrey drove his boss back to town. Along the way, Jonathan’s phone rang three times with different numbers. He only picked the last call and found out it was Alfred, George's elder brother. After a brief conversation, Jonathan notified Geoffrey to branch by their apartment.

The Waynes' car pulled up. "Hello sir," the man said in a distinguished voice. "Hello, Alfred." Alfred stepped out of the car and opened the doors. The Waynes climbed in, and he closed the doors gently behind them before returning to the driver's seat. "Alfred, can you get me to Gotham Central as fast as possible." "Yes sir." Alfred's voice carried the calm certainty of a man who had never once failed his employer. Alfred stepped on the gas and drove away, weaving through the wet Gotham streets with practiced ease.

"No, just don't do anything crazy to impress me. I'm enjoying being the simple girl from Skyfall and being about to discover that in half a step I will find a secret passage that will lead us to a fortune!" Obviously, I still don't believe the tales about the treasure, but I am determined to bring the good humor back. " You don't have to take another half step to see it, the first passage to the heart of the forest is there, just look closely..." Alfred tries to guide me with his words and if one minute last I wanted to be his good friend, now I want to crush this idiot for good, because there is nothing to see. "Alfred, there's nothing to see!" I reply very angrily, turning to push his body

A towering figure appeared at the door—Dayton’s master and the ex-chief of the Viper’s Den Butterworth Branch, Alfonso. Jude saw the scene before he walked out and he grinned. He nodded at Alfonso and said, “Alfonso, Dayton is your disciple after all. I think he’s just hot-headed. You should just teach him a lesson so that he knows what he did wrong. Try not to be too harsh on the kid.” “If you say so. I’ll spare his life!” Alfonso accepted the bank card from Jude that contained ten million and nodded. He then approached Dayton, who appeared utterly devastated.

She wasn't afraid of him sabotaging her at all. Jenny smiled and raised an eyebrow at him. "I wouldn't have hired you if I doubted you. Just relax and do it." "Does that mean I have to thank you for your trust?" Alfred was speechless. He was regretting coming to work for her. He felt like she was just a ruthless capitalist, suppressing labor like him. He used to envy Alec and thought running Faust Group was a great thing. Everyone would call him Mr. Faust. But now, Alfred, too, was called Mr. Faust. Yet, he didn't feel happy. In fact, he felt rather tired.

They couldn’t leave her there alone in the dark, damp cell. The fools had the chance to joke and harass her, but they did none of that. Were they that brainwashed by the high priest? Alfred appeared like a wise father figure, but it was all a joke. The man was a bumbling old fool. He couldn’t keep a single thought straight if his life depended on it. Alfred was always researching something or searching for some secret meaning he’d imagined might exist.

Alfie's Pov I am Alfred, the first son of Uther Sullivan. My father, Uther, had an affair with my mother, but he lacked the courage to acknowledge her openly. And why? Simply because my mother, a mere servant, hailed from a tribe deemed forbidden by the standards of our society. They believed the werewolves of Whistleberry were cursed, yet Uther, the almighty king of Galencia, didn't consider that when he engaged in a relationship with my mother.

"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.

She took a few small steps forward, shaking her head as disbelief and grief wrestled for control inside her. Jeff remained silent, avoiding her gaze. His hands were folded on his lap, his face unreadable. He knew better than to interfere. Alfred Wyndham was not a man anyone dared to question—not even him. The old man had built empires from nothing, manipulated industries, families, and even bloodlines to protect his name. Alfred finally sighed, resting both palms on his cane. His voice softened, but it held authority still. “Maybe when you sit down, I’ll explain.”

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.