Baroness Goes On Strike Free Mga Nobela at Kwento

What the fuck? Was it Noah? I quickly placed the files that had fallen over on the table and grabbed my phone, staring at the caller ID Nova, my assistant? Really? Now of all time? “Hey,” I said, forcing my voice to be steady. “Make it quick.” “Wow. Someone sounds like their world is ending,” She replied dryly. Except she was actually right without knowing it, “Anyway, good news and bad news.” “I’m really not in the mood—” “Nikolai Rye Sterling is back.” I froze.

They had made a terrible victim out of him! She was doomed. One look at her and the Baron would know she was indeed resisting her marriage. She still had tears on her face. Louis had been holding on to her shoulders, frozen from prying her away from her mother, when the Baron came. And she pulled herself away from him as she cried. She couldn’t stomach his touch. Akkh!

She stepped forward in front of Astrid, blocked Astrid's body from the reach of Baroness Evermore's whip, and then bent deeply towards the noble lady. "God damn it! How dare you block my intention to punish the thieving rat! Get out of the way, or I'll hit you instead!” shouted Baroness Evermore. “Get off! It’s dangerous!" cried Astrid anxiously. However, the shopkeeper lady did not move where she stood. "Please, your ladyship. Please have mercy," said the shopkeeper in a voice sobbing and body shaking violently. Her tears began to fall, dropping down to the floor.

A female voice on the call asked, "Is there anything else I should do?" Daniella replied, "This strike will keep Caroline occupied for a while. We can proceed with our next steps slowly. There's no need to rush."

'Miss Forger, what do you say? The tone and attitude were provocative to Fiona Forger; she clenched her fists, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Jackson Hale patted her shoulder as if to reassure her; this was a matter for the Forger Corporation; he couldn't interfere, so he could only cheer her up. 'Miss Forger, please give us a reasonable explanation.' 'That's right; the company can't keep sacrificing us!' Seeing that she didn't say anything, the workers on strike began to make noise again.

Now, because of being patient for a long time, all the thoughts and resentments inside have been released. “Even if you want to take Feya to Gideon's bed, you should see if she has that strength and guts.” Baron widened his eyes, probably not thinking that I would dare to say such harsh words. Since childhood, Feya's body has not been good and she always needs to rest. Baron walked quickly to where I stood, grabbed my collar tightly and pulled me back towards him. Then, a slap landed directly on my face.

Pain exploded down my arm as I hit the cold floor, my face pressed against the tile. "I thought you'd come to your senses by now," he said, his voice like ice. I couldn't stop the tears. They poured down my face, hot and endless. My voice cracked as I whispered, "I don't understand… why? I just want to keep my baby. The baby hasn't done anything wrong…" "The boss doesn't want the baby," Baron said flatly.

“Now go doll yourself up and put them on. The car will be there in an hour.” “I know you’re used to people doing exactly what you say, Baron,” I interrupt. “But I don’t work for you, and I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m not putting anything on and you can’t make me.” “Wow, what a strong woman,” he replies mockingly. “You really think you’re tough, don’t you?” “I’m not doing it.” “You are doing it,” he growls. “Or I’ll kick you and your mother out of the house before the day’s over. How would you like living on the streets?”

“You’ll show up and meet me on Friday if you don’t want this video all over the internet, Lucas.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me?” She took a single step forward, her gaze never wavering from his. “I’m giving you a choice.” He scoffed, the arrogance returning to his features. “And you think I’ll choose you over the woman I love?” A slow, confident smile spread across her face. “I know you’ll choose her, Lucas. So, if you want her career to flourish, you’ll meet me on Friday to sign our divorce paper. If you don’t—” She paused, glancing over at Athena, who glared at her with burning hatred. Elise's smirk widened, cruel and triumphant. “Athena will be the laughing stock in this fuc

I challenged. "I own this building. Where did you get the nerve to threaten me!" screamed Nicole. "Ugh, how annoying! Just lock her up." Leona and Maria stared at each other for a moment, looking doubtful. "Would it be okay if we did?" asked Maria. Nicole's hands were folded in front of her chest. She shook her head with one eyebrow raised. "Of course there won't be any problem, have you forgotten who I am?" Leona held one of my arms, followed by Maria on the other.