Baroness Goes On Strike Novels & Stories

She thought. ******** Conan calculated the taxes before him, doing some auditing. He was tired. Anita didn't get much work done during the period he said he wanted a break for the wedding. There were still a lot of spaces to fill.He stood up to stretch his legs which were becoming cramped, when a guard ran into the room, panting heavily like he and run a marathon. " The Baroness was shot! I saw it with my eyes!" He announced, shouting loudly. " Calm down!" Conan ordered, for a gathering of guards had formed.

Baron's assistant rushed inside. Baron was stunned. "What? This is absurd. What the hell is happening here?" he muttered before he stormed out to face the people who stood by the Jones for years. Their sudden withdrawal is a shock no less. Everyone looked stoic while facing the enraged Baron. "I heard you all wanted to withdraw. I hope you all understand the weight of your decision. Did you all forget that the Jones are now backed by the Knights?" Baron demanded arrogantly. One of the investors stepped forward and gave Baron a once over.

She would surely work hard to make herself worthy of said husband. The Baron was staring at her thoughtfully. “Not many peasant girls will say the thing that you just said and mean it.” That surprised another reply from her, and she didn’t think about it first. “Why will someone even do that? That’s confusing someone else, and it’s not good conversation.” She then gasped at being so bold with her opinion. She was talking to the Baron! But he laughed. “Oh, you don’t know. Anyone else will say just about anything to get what they wanted.”

the Baroness shouted as she threw the rag on Clementine’s face, then left the room. “I understand, my lady,” she replied as her eyes changed into a mix of blue and red. She felt sad because her life will still be the same as she grows older, but she’s also angry because the Baroness did not care about the children in the orphanage and used the money that the Grand Duke of Whistleton has been sending to support the orphanage in his territory.

I countered in authority as I slowly got up on my feet to face this brownie that seems like she just heard the funniest joke. "Oh, really, Mr. Einar? Boss? And, where the fuck is your fucking building, money, lawyer, and that shitty contract? Huh? Where? Don't you know that you are dead to everyone else you knew? And, I could just... Get rid of you right now, totally. Boss my ass. Damn, fuck you! And... Well, do you think you can just do what you want to do to me if I am making something that contradicts your stupid rules? Do you think you can just forcefully kiss me? Or worse... Harass me like a goddamn---" She belted with her face flushed in outrage, and I cut her off as I can't fight fire

Mayra was working on her laptop but after seeing them coming in, she hurriedly locked it. "The workers have started a strike in our factory..." Raman said without wasting another second. "What for?" Mayra asked with a smirk leaning back on her leather chair and scratching her chin. Mr. Bhatt and Raman were shocked to see Mayra's unbothered behavior. She was acting like she either doesn't care about the situation or she already knew about it. "For a raise and better working conditions..." Mr. Bhatt murmured still shocked with her calmness. "That's ridiculous!" Mayra commented closing her laptop.

"Then I guess I'm not your daughter anymore, Mr. Vallance." "You... Are you threatening us?" Mom clutched a sobbing Cindy, eyes full of hurt. "Just because we let Cindy borrow your design, you're going to ruin her future? And now you hate us for it? How could you be so heartless? You've really let me down." That's all it took to disappoint her? I shrugged. "If that's how you see it, can't help you, MRS. VALLANCE." Andrew finally spoke, still holding the phone, eyes wide like he'd just realized who I was. "Viv... You planned this? You're punishing Cindy for the wedding? I told you—she's unstable. She didn't mean to—"

"Mrs. Lawson, please take care of yourself. We are very sorry. Mr. Lawson's yacht was involved in an accident. We've already arranged for professionals to carry out recovery operations, but it's been difficult. There was also a sudden storm, so—" "Stop talking nonsense! I want to see my husband!" she shouted like she had lost her mind, tears pouring down nonstop. Her whole body trembled violently, and she refused to let anyone touch her. Then, Luis showed up. Without a word, he slapped her hard across the face. “You useless wench! You couldn’t secure the contract, and now, the man is gone too!" Nancy's lip split open from the slap. She looked almost deranged as she shouted back, "This is all

who had recently destroyed valuable Syndicate assets in the Alps. A woman in a tight violet gown and a feathered mask approached them. She was Baroness Sofia Moretti, one of the Syndicate's largest financiers in Italy, notorious for her arrogance and manipulative nature. "Ah, the Dragon from London finally crawls out of his lair," Moretti said with disdain. She looked Liora up and down with a sneer. "And this must be the 'kept woman' everyone is talking about. Beautiful, but I hear you are just an orphan who got lucky climbing into a Thorne's bed."