Benefactor Novels & Stories

Zach Cox immediately said jovially, "Mr. Hindon, someone got a membership card at the Tiger Pavilion just now." "Do you need to call me for a small thing like that?" Vincent asked, annoyed. Zach quickly explained. "No, Mr. Hindon. The card he had was your Hindon Enterprises gold card…" "Gold card?" Vincent was startled. He sat up at once and thought of something. He said seriously, "Zach, this person is my benefactor. He saved my life! You must treat him well! I'll pay for everything he buys at the Tiger Pavilion! Even if he wants the Tiger Pavilion itself, you must give it to him at once. Do you understand?"

“We are aware of his past with his ex-wife and how it may seem strange that he is giving his house to us. But I want to reassure us that it doesn't have to make sense until it does. In my experience, I have seen many unconventional donors to charity, and when we delve into their backgrounds, we often find that these donors have, at some point in their lives, benefited from charity themselves, hence their decision to give back.” “Whatever Mr. Harrington's decision is, to want to give this house to charity is best known to him. With a clear conscience and smiles on our faces, we, the charity organization, accept your offer. We promise you that every child out there who needs shelter will be we

Before I could say anything else, she hung up on me and blocked my number. I laughed self-deprecatingly. After so many years of marriage, Nia should know my character by now, even if she did not love me. Would I ever stoop so low as to insult Jonah online? The next instant, Jonah posted a screenshot of a million-dollar transfer. I knew that was Nia’s way of consoling and compensating him. This time, however, I did not care anymore. She could misunderstand me however she liked. It did not matter. In a manner of speaking, I might have to thank Jonah. If it were not for him, I would not have known where Nia went.

“A man named Maksim Moretti, he sold her to them.” “Them?” He nods, “I call them the Benefactors. Never to be seen, only to be heard of. They send funds to people like me and we do their bidding.” So he wasn't hiding the fact that he played a part in this. “And what exactly was your role in this? What part did you play in taking her away?”

“Chris?” “No,” Kessler said. “Not Chris. Chris is just another pawn. Like Margaret. Like Thorne. Like you.” He tapped the table. “The Benefactor is the man who taught me everything. The man who gave me the money, the contacts, the plan.” Alex exchanged a look with Reyes. “Who?” Kessler’s eyes gleamed. “His name is Robert Dickson.” The room went silent. Alicia stared at him. “That’s impossible. Robert is—”

Printed clearly across the top was the beneficiary's name—Lucy Smith. "But the truth is, if your employee, Judith Smith, had actually bothered to look carefully at the organization credentials and aid approval documents I provided, she'd have discovered that the recipient of this aid fund was her very own sick daughter." I pulled out my driver's license and slammed it down in front of him.

"No game, Matt. If you had a change of heart, then why can't I?" "Because you're the most selfish bastard I've ever known, and just now, you didn't care. " He states and I nod twice, acknowledging his words, "It takes a second to change a mind. This is no game; no win and no loss. I think you've proven yourself worthy, and you should get to keep the reward. And I don't think I should interfere in their relationship either, because it won't just cost me one son. "

I had a feeling that there would be many such benefit galas like this in my future. “So, please, tomorrow, dig deep and help me give this non-profit organization the funding it so justly deserves,” Bastian concluded. He held up his glass and toasted the crowd. I nearly forgot to raise my own glass and toast. I was blown away. Everything, all of the art, the house, the furniture- all of it- was going to charity. To a charity that Bastian believed in. A charity that would help future Bastians. My heart was already full of love for the man and this act made it ready to explode. I didn't know if he could get more wonderful.

Madam Charity added. "Oh! Thank you, Madam Charity.” Well Mrs Perla never expected something like this coming from madam Charity and at the same time she won't buy the idea of being the best donator. Although Mrs Perla Bryant always send money to the foundation every week which has amounted to half a million dollars in one month but she doesn’t think it was enough to make her the best donator of the foundation.

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