Bennett X Fischl Novels & Stories

“What are you suggesting?” “I’m suggesting an alliance,” Bennett replied smoothly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “With my resources and your inside knowledge of the family, I believe we could find a way to... level the playing field, so to speak. Together, we’d have a far better chance of getting what we all want.” Thomas exchanged a wary glance with Leandro before shaking his head. “No, thanks. We’re not interested in whatever scheme you’re plotting.” Bennett’s eyes flashed with annoyance, but he kept his composure. “Suit yourselves. But I’m patient. I’ll be around if you ever change your mind.” He gave them a mocking bow and left the room, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

he asked with a chuckle. "I don't want to cause any more problems with Nina," I said with a troubled sigh. I glanced around the office. Bennett was into the classics. He had a bookshelf covered in older volumes of epic literature and some classical music books. His walls were covered with the greats – Monet, Picasso, even a piece by Davinci. "This isn't about causing problems; it is about your career. I can't tell you how many requests I get for more of you," he said. He motioned to a stack of papers on his desk.

Bennett raised his eyebrows triumphantly and said, "Ms. Coffey, I saw everything that just happened between you and Terry." Heidy's face immediately turned dark. "So you came to make fun of me?" Bennett knew that Heidy had misunderstood and quickly explained, "Of course not, Ms. Coffey, I came to talk to you about collaboration." Heidy didn't think there was any good reason to collaborate with the idiot Bennett, but since he was the heir of the Davison Group after all, she had to save face. "Oh, what kind of collaboration can we discuss between us?"

After hearing Rachel's slowed, even breaths, Ziggy covered her with the blanket and slowly slipped out of the room. Restarting his laptop, Ziggy quickly moved across countless pop-up windows and completed three transactions. However, he did not switch off his laptop just yet. He squinted coldly as a mocking grin curled the corner of his mouth upward. Among the many requests, one of them was from Mr. Bennet of the Bennet Group. Aside from buying a script, he wanted to work with Ziggy. Ziggy picked up his glass of water nonchalantly and took a sip. He shook his head. The Bennet Group had ample loose ends to tie up, yet they wanted to cooperate?

Bennett Watching her skillfully delegate a meeting impressed me. But her attitude of answering the phone during work also made me furious. That’s why Bennett Designer chooses men and women without family commitments. So their time is entirely dedicated to our projects. However, one question is filling my head now: Does Julia Ricci have a boyfriend? A fiancé? Is she married? I huff internally, irritated. A boyfriend calling my architect during her work hours? That’s at least a plausible reason to throw her out.

Bennett said, “If I were Elijah, I would escape the house too.” “You young people just can’t face reality!” Old Master Tate pursed his lips and picked up his cutlery. “Well, since Elijah’s not here, I suppose we can start eating.” Sally nodded. “Alright, please try…” Bennett sat still and looked at the dishes that Sally had prepared. He did not feel especially close to his daughter and thus did not have high hopes. However, his eyes widened when he placed a piece of fish into his mouth. This… tasted the same as how Natalie prepared it!

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

Bennet said simply. The man smiled and I felt like ten days shone in the sky because of the brightness of his smile. "Nicky what?" The man came to me and held out his hand. "Hi! I'm Raul. Raul Frey. Bennet's Executive Assistant..." Eh? I thought Fuji was Bennet's EA. "...alongside Firenze Fuji!" male appendage. Aah. They turned out to be Bennet's two EAs. One is Raul Frey, one is Fuji. No wonder this one is also Bennet's callmate.