Beck Quentin Novels & Stories

He bellowed, "The nerve! Quentin, do you even realize what you're stirring up?" Quentin burst into a scornful laugh. "You think I don't know what I'm up to? When I was ruling the streets of Drunham City, you were nowhere to be found. Now, you dare come here, challenging me? I'm not just going to roll over and die. I'm warning you: I'm not the forgiving type. When I get tough, I don't even spare my own family!" While he was talking, Quentin gave a knowing look to the bald guy next to him. The guy got the message, whipped out his phone, and dialed a number.

' Bai Qi praised, and his eyes suddenly brightened. 'Foreign James is here? Sister Kristen Healey, he is a good director. ' 'Let's go and meet.' Kristen Oliver took Betsy forward and said hello one by one. Becky followed Kristen Oliver and greeted him. Wait until a lap down, are a little drunk. Becky looked at Kristen Oliver helplessly. 'Miss Oliver, you drink too much.' Kristen Oliver smiled and shook his head. 'Since you want to say hello, you should leave a good impression on them. Of course, you can't perfunctory.'

Quintin remarked, taking a leisurely sip from his tea. Quintin was seated behind a desk, dressed in traditional Obscura attire. Adrian surveyed the surroundings, noting Quintin's thorough preparation. He was accompanied by a retinue of formidable experts, ensuring his security. Unless individuals of Adrian or Ronan's caliber attempted an assassination, no one would even approach Quintin. Adrian sat down opposite Quintin, who poured him a cup of tea. "Why are you dressed like that?" Adrian asked. "Hush! Don't let it slip! I just wanted to know what it feels like to wear these," Quintin remarked with a smile.

Bucham was most likely a large company’s CEO as he was driving a car worth millions of dollars. That was Quinn’s guess. She only posed a question earlier because she was curious. Since they were strangers, she could not be overly inquisitive. Nevertheless, based on Julian, she had come to the conclusion that CEOs in Wiltspoon are young, handsome, and rich. Not long after, the police arrived. The talented actors, who were beaten up by Quinn, were taken away. Quinn even accompanied Julian to the police station to give his statement. It was two in the morning when they finally exited the police station.

That was when Quentin Sinclair’s voice cut through the chaos. “Enough.” The entire room fell completely silent as Quentin made his presence known. I hadn’t seen him since the night started, and I wondered where he had been. Closing business deals, probably. “Maverick,” he said slowly, his gaze cold. “You claim you deserve to be CEO. You think this is the kind of image a CEO should have?” Maverick didn't respond, but I could see his jaw tick. Quentin exhaled, then turned to Sebastian. “And you,” he said sharply. “Embarrassing”

Lane sprays the table with his new shot of beer, and I double over laughing. "Jesus, Beckett "Beck" Lane, I was kidding. If you must know, I think all of you are ugly." Micah Quinn laughs at this before gluing me with a glare. "No wonder you got so flustered when I was admiring River's tattoo on the boat.". Bro, he was pulling his trunks down and you were short an inch from his dick. Naturally I was anxious," I reply. "Since when?" Beckett "Beck" Lane asks, a bit more relaxed as he wipes his beer from the table.

She provocatively said to Jessica, “But, I can help you. I think the best way is to keep her away from both of our men, right?” “Yes, yes yes yes…” Jessica nodded her head. Becky smiled in satisfaction, “I heard that Director Quinton is rather fond of her” For our happiness, I think it’s necessary to give him a hand.” “You mean, pair her up with Director Quinton?” It was a good idea. But Jessica was not very optimistic. “How could Director Quinton even compete with Luke or John? Otherwise, wouldn’t he have won her over by now?” “That’s not necessarily the case. He didn’t have any support before, right? Plus, if we told him the truth about the surgery, I think he can be swayed.”

I widened my eyes in disbelief and retorted, "I'm not attractive? I thought I was considered a little beauty, at least!" "You're not attractive. Quentin is more attractive than you." "That's a lover's perspective. Haven't you heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder?" Quentin Bennett furrowed his brow. "Enough, stop talking, shut up." Both Briella Cortez and I fell silent. I chose to gaze peacefully out of the window, while she obediently continued driving. --- Today, Quentin Bennett's job was to shoot an endorsement, and upon arriving at the location, I couldn't hide my disdain.

this time a male voice and the entire place was engulfed in laughter. I knocked on the door aggressively, I don't even know where it came from, the laughter ceased and hurried footsteps came to a stop at the door and it cracked open. I saw the a girl with a full face of make-up and a dress that revealed more than just her cleavage. She looked at me with a confused expression, then something clicked in her head, "Blake, right?" "Yeah." she opened the door fully for me to walk in, I had interrupted their conversation and now all eyes were on me, "Where is she?" I inquired.

Beck watched her car disappear into the distance before leaving as well. Later, when Shanice woke up and didn't see Celeste, she frowned slightly. "Where's Ms. Rodriguez?" "She went home," Beck replied. "Oh…" Shanice's disappointment was evident. … At seven that evening, Beck boarded the yacht as scheduled. Trevor and the others had already arrived. When he saw Beck, Miles waved him over. Upon seeing Shanice, Miles smiled and said, "This must be Shanice, the little beauty. Hello there, I'm Miles Quinton, a friend of your uncle."