Bank Brook Author Novels & Stories

Brook’s tone was incredibly light, but his racing pulse betrayed a highly calculated, probing motive. Lucien’s face remained a flawless mask of pure stone. "I am here purely to observe the market fluctuations, Brook. But what brings a mid-tier council broker like you to a frontline bidding war?" Brook adjusted his silk lapels, his scent spiking with immediate arrogance as he looked down at us. "Active syndicate business, obviously. Unlike your house, I don't have the luxury of parading a top-tier Whitmore soldier around as an ornament to kill the empty hours."

He looked at Fane with an expression hinting that he had something to tell him but did not know whether he should. Fane raised his eyebrow. He invited Brook into his room and poured him some tea. “Spit it out, why don’t you? Did you run into some trouble during the errand? Or did somebody bully you?” Brook shook his head and accepted the tea from Fane. “I wasn’t bullied. I’ve been in the Clan association for many years, and though the formal and informal disciples looks down on us runner disciples, they wouldn’t dare to bully a veteran like me. It’s just that I felt something was off when I was doing the exchange.”

**Chapter 198: Final Reveal** Brooks The book deal offer sat on the kitchen island like a live grenade. I’d printed the email. The advance figure was staggering. The marketing budget even more so. But the condition stared back at me in plain black text: *full transparency tour—interviews, podcasts, potential limited documentary extension. No holding back on the syndicate, the link, the D/s dynamic, the mental health struggles.* Callan stood across from me, arms braced on the counter, reading the email for the third time. The house was quiet. Kids were at a playdate with the assistant coach’s family. Late afternoon light slanted through the windows, catching on the half-melted snow outside.

Brook said excited to see her and pulled her into a warm hug. "Aunt, you look more beautiful and younger" she compliment equally pleased to see her "After you graduated you never showed your face to us here" she remark and Laura apologized with a smile She has forgotten about a lot of people while dealing with the company and her relationship with Avan, when everyone is so against her and wants her out of the business, Mrs. Brook is one of the few who voted in her favor and support her by continuing to do business with them even after her mother's death

It all fits too well. Like Gunner said, Brook is a tiny woman. She’s barely five foot two, so for her to be able to take out a six-foot guy, she had to bring him down to her first, weaken him, then kill him. I don’t turn immediately. I just stare ahead for a second before looking back at Killian, my focus shifting. “Any updates?” I ask. Killian and Jack shake their heads almost in unison. “No new movement on her accounts,” Killian says. “We haven’t picked up any deposits close to the amount she withdrew.”

It all fits too well. Like Gunner said, Brook is a tiny woman. She’s barely five foot two, so for her to be able to take out a six-foot guy, she had to bring him down to her first, weaken him, then kill him. I don’t turn immediately. I just stare ahead for a second before looking back at Killian, my focus shifting. “Any updates?” I ask. Killian and Jack shake their heads almost in unison. “No new movement on her accounts,” Killian says. “We haven’t picked up any deposits close to the amount she withdrew.”

I looked at him and froze. How the fuck did he know him? “How did you know who that was?” “Who? Malachi Brooks?” “Yes!” I exclaimed. “Who doesn’t know Malachi Brooks? He is like the financial guru of all gurus. He gives financial advice for owning your own business. The financial firm in which he works, he is the main advisor bringing over half of those accounts for the company.” “Really?” I was floored. Anthony knew Malachi Brooks and Brianna were telling the truth. “Well apparently Malachi is the one who was stalking Brianna.” I said. Even the words coming out of my mouth didn’t sound right.

With a look of hesitation on Brook's face, he stood silently at the door for a couple of minutes, and then after waiting a few more seconds, he stared at the time on his watch and then knocked. "It is open. Come in," Rome's said with his focus on his phone. The door immediately opened, and Brook walked into the suite, shutting it gently behind him. Then he approached Rome with a folder in his hand, and when he reached him, he rested the folder on the table.

And Brook couldn't wait to see what information Edwin gave him this time. The door to the room automatically opened, Brook entered and got ready to sit in his oversized chair. Edwin's confidant will come an hour from now. But it seemed impossible for him to wait that long. Brook took off the buttons on the coat he was wearing and threw the object away. That poor suit at a fantastic price landed smoothly on a sofa made of the most expensive leather from Italy. For Brook, the coat with an exorbitant price was nothing compared to the latest news about his younger brother.