Aries Jones Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Ms. Reynolds is my uncle’s assistant. What’s wrong with that?” “It’s nothing.” Maisie’s gaze did not even waver. “I heard that she’s Strix’s apprentice, and I was intrigued by that. I wonder if I can get a chance to get to know her.” “We’ll see.” Jones took a glimpse at his watch and said again, “I still have another appointment to attend to, so I’ll take my leave first.” Maisie nodded. Maisie’s expression turned slightly solemn as Jones walked toward the elevator. ‘He seems to have avoided the topic on purpose. Does he not want to talk more about Sue, or does he know about something that’s going on?’

I affirmed, my voice steady, "I am the one.” "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he demanded, his voice rising with anger. "I'm Kira Jones, successor of the late Don Jones. Any more questions?" I retorted, my tone laced with defiance. "Oh, fuck that," he spat, his words dripping with contempt. "I know who you are. I saw you at the burial ceremony of Boss Jones, but we all know your real role. You were nothing but his personal slut. Since when did you start using his name as your own?"

"You still have a chance to undo what you and Mateo Lombardi talked about, and that is with the help of what I have." "Too late for that, Alexus," Mr. Jones's eyes asked for understanding. "I had already signed the agreement proving everything." "Damn it! That can't be!" Alexus blurted, almost angry. "What have you done, Mr. Jones?" said Alexus, unable to restrain himself, but he was starting to lose his patience with the man in front of him. He highly respected him; at age 58, Mr. Jones was an excellent father to his two daughters. Rafaella was seventeen, and the youngest was Cindy, fifteen. And he was practically part of the family, an affectionate brother figure for his daughters.

It wasn't like she needed to hear me, I was telling it to myself mostly. A small television attached to the wall of the coffee shop had a woman speaking. "The contention is still ongoing as to who the anonymous fiancee of the successful Billionaire and owner of the Jonzx Haiè International as well as many other companies, Don Jones, is. Some people are debating on Gil Scott while some other people are on June Silver while some others are on Hanny Bandit. But we will all see who the Mrs Jones will be on the 26th of July, bla bla bla." I had stopped listening. It's not like the wedding of some billionaire was going to get me the $55000."

Mister Dankworth sat beside Jonas and across Ariz. Ariz couldn't ignore the nagging feeling inside her chest. It was like if she stays a little longer with this man, she's not far from vanishing. "Is there something wrong miss Jones? You look pale." Jonas asked earning her a look from mister Dankworth. "I-It's nothing. Kind a hot in here don't you think? Um...shall we start?" Mister Dankworth nodded. She reached for her notepad and pen "I'm Ariz Jones. An investigator, I'll be hearing out your case. So..."

Seeing Claudia stunned from the slap, a voice quickly piped up in her defense. "Ms. Jones, aren't you breaking the law? Do you know the sentence for intentional assault?" I tossed the microphone onto Claudia, watching her cower in fear. Satisfied, I shrugged and replied lightly, "Sorry, I don't." "Ms. Jones, you're making excuses!" "Ms. Jones, you've even shared legal knowledge on domestic social media platforms before. Were your degrees and certificates purchased? Were your past case victories just pure luck?" I smiled warmly at them. "I suppose many of you don't know me. Allow me to introduce myself—Ariana Jones, Chairwoman of the Jones Corporation."

Jett POV The question irritated me. Perhaps because I didn't have an answer. Or maybe because it increased my suspicion about his feelings for Raven. I ignored it and said aloud, "You may get back to work!" At the same time, the sound of a ringing phone filled the foyer with Clove's presence. "Hey, Andy. Top of the morning!" "You too, Beta," Andy returned, gulping down the last of his drink. He set the cup down, gave me a slight bow, then took his leave.

My father knows nothing about earning money, and all he did was waste the money on alcohol and gambling while my mother worked as a maid at Jones Mansion. The Jones Mansion includes Mr. Arthur Jones, an owner of a financial company. Samantha Jones, his wife, and Natasha Jones, the only daughter of the pair. The Jones family might look like a happy family to me at first before I realized that the happiness they showed to the media was just a bunch of lies. Their family is just as wrecked as mine. Pathetic, isn't it?

At least I wouldn't be thinking shit about the only woman who could get me out of there. "I thought I wouldn't come back after our first conversation," I immediately said, as soon as I found Joana Jones waiting for me at the same table. She watched me with a smile, and I noticed how beautiful she looked in pink. Everything looked beautiful on that woman. Lioness. "Good afternoon to you, Miss Jones. How was your day?”

"This is the money you wanted." "You can take it back. I don't need it for the time being." Sean shook his head. "I'm sorry for making you waste time on this." "There's nothing to be sorry about!" Larry said fearfully. "May I ask what happened earlier, sir?" "Nothing much, really. It was just a little nuisance. Oh, right. Do you know a man named Wayne Jones?" "Wayne Jones?" Larry blinked. "He's the scion of the Jones family, which is one of Skye City's four most prestigious families. His father, Uriah Jones, has some business dealings with our company.