Baroness Goes On Strike Novels & Stories

She didn't expect this girl to be so audacious and dare to speak to her like that. "Damn it!" After reprimanding Catherine, Jada cursed Baron furiously, "Why are you still kneeling there? Take this woman down!" Baron's expression remained cold and stern. Although Jada was his employer, his contract clearly stated that he had the right to refuse to carry out tasks that endangered his life. "Sorry, Miss Facer. I can't do it," Baron said, his words landing like a hard slap on Jada's face. She couldn't even command her own bodyguard, especially at a banquet like this! If this were to spread, how was she supposed to face her friends and family in the future?

My mother kept calling me while I was on a stakeout. I had been hiding inside a van, watching the suspects for six hours. Then my phone screen suddenly lit up. The ringtone shattered the silence. I panicked and tried to put it on silent, but I accidentally hit the speaker button. A faint sound came from the phone. I felt terribly guilty and embarrassed. If we alerted the suspect, our entire operation tonight would be ruined. Captain Derek glanced over and saw that it was my mother calling. He lowered his voice and said, "Don't panic. Go take the call. Ethan and I will keep watch." Ethan frowned and quietly warned me, "Be careful. Don't give away our position." I gave them a grateful look bef

“The pay… we couldn’t resist…” “Did you see her face? Tattoos? Accent? Name?" I snapped. “N-no. Just the voice. Smooth. Confident. Like she wasn’t scared of you…She covered up. Didn’t want her face seen. We… we didn’t argue. The money was enough.” I stood silent for a second, nostrils flaring. I turned to Baron. "Strip him." Baron didn’t flinch. The guards stepped back as Baron yanked the prisoner up, blood smearing his hands as he cut away the ruined shirt and pants.

Baron was in front, his arms crossed over his chest as a sadistic smile spreading across his face. "There she is," he sneered. "Our little stray." I stopped, my heart racing. Don't. Don't let them see you flinch, I thought to myself. But they already had. Baron moved slowly towards me. "The pack has been restless," he said. "Tensions are high and the people need… entertainment." Cora snorted. "She'll be really good for that." Baron turned to the crowd. "So we're going to play a little game."

The sexy look she was trying to portray was wiped off her face and replaced with a serious one when she saw it was not going to work on Baron. "You're talking to the wrong Herd brother, ask around you should see my brother" Baron hissed, giving her a flat look before proceeding to take out his keys from the pocket of his pants. "It's you I want to talk to, Baron." Cara insisted. Maintaining her stand. "What do you want?" Baron asked, sliding her a look of annoyance. "I want in on the plan to get rid of Diana." Baron turned to stare at her for a minute before he exploded into a fits of laughter holding onto the frame of the car to settle himself.

"She finally agreed to work at lights off" Baron neither turned, nor did his voice hold any surprise "I know she will eventually give in if you agree to build her that liquor store. She just needs that reassurance that you aren't trying to control every aspect of her life" My fist clenched in anger. I hate it when Baron behaves as if he knows my wife more than I do. I didn't bother replying to his earlier statement. I looked at the busy street of New York through the tinted window, my eyes scanned humans whom if not careful will soon get missing.

He said coldly. “Mr. Storm, it is Caroline ‘s choice on who she want to be with? You had your chance and you messed it up. Please, stop forcing yourself on her. she has my ring now. She deserves to be happy with someone who genuinely cares about her “Jack snarled back at him. “Who do you think that you are, Baron? I am going to knock you off “Before he knew it, Wesley threw a punch on his nose. Jack retaliated and punched him hard on the face. He fell down immediately. He was still weak given that he was injured.

I first want to ignore it, but something in my head tells me to answer. "Hello," I answer. "Ahh, Miss Stone. You ran straight to Daddy and told him I would buy that building. Can you see that made me angry? The bets have just gone up. If you want to save that building and do not want me to destroy it, you have to marry me. I do not like people playing games with me. Well, I do like you. You are a beautiful woman. Miss Stone, I think many people will respect me more in this town if my wife is a Stone," Baron says.

This is sure to come back and bite them in the a*s. Jameson: [Elizabeth, we had a contract. You need to come back and help us resolve these issues.] Jameson must really have quite an impressive set of balls on him to be so arrogant. Elizabeth: [You should have already received notification from my lawyer. I will not be assisting your organization in any capacity ever again.] I stared at the minibar from across the room, tempted to fix myself a drink, but I chose to resist the urge. Needing a distraction, I grabbed the novel I had stashed under the pillow and curled up in the bed for some reading.

His aura was intimidating— But not to me, I am Susan— Susan Blackwell. I was going to go for him and i knew just where to find him. The bar— he was almost always there. Life of a single business man who barely had any work to do. Few minutes later i had arrived at the bar. The bar was dimly lit, filled with people murmuring about business deals, broken promises, and silent betrayals. As I walked in, The scent of expensive whiskey and desperation hit me. I sat at the counter, my fingers nervously tracing the body of my untouched glass of liqueur. I wasn’t here to drink, I was here to make a move. And then I felt it, the atmosphere had changed.