Bon Spirit Walten Files の小説・ストーリー

He was holding multiple files, yet he can keep his posture stable. " Boss there is a new update from Florida" Liam announced placing the files on the desk in the middle of the office. Carter Colton gulped in the last sip of whiskey down his throat, dropping the stench of cigarettes on its plate. He turns to stare at Liam, his brow furrows as he picks up the files.

Agent Smith's voice came through the line, steady and authoritative. "Agent Smith, I've made a significant discovery," Benson began, his tone conveying both excitement and concern. "I found a photograph of Mr. Walmart and Mr. Nick together, indicating they were closely connected at Walmart's Industries. There's also a note about a controversial business deal that Mr. Walmart signed off on. I tried calling Mr. Nick, but there was no answer." Agent Smith listened intently, absorbing the information. "Do not make any further calls," he instructed firmly. "It's late now. Let’s fix an appointment and meet to discuss this in person."

Later, Ian efficiently delivered all the latest project files from Hunt Enterprises. Aurora waved her hand, signaling he could step out. But in truth, Ian couldn’t help feeling a little puzzled. Watching how focused she was, he finally blurted out the question, figuring this might be the only chance he’d have to ask. Better now than later. “Miss Walton, what exactly are these files for? If it’s just a dinner meeting, why go through all of their project data?” It didn’t quite add up to him. Besides, he wouldn’t be joining the dinner.

As for the Waltons, they were busy working to gain back Kayson’s trust, so they would never do something that would enrage Kayson. As such, he felt there was no need to worry about the exposure, and he was certain that Michael wouldn't care about it either. Both of them then returned to the office upstairs. Kayson said, “I have $3,000,000,000 with me right now, and I want you to inject the money into Wolfenden Corp. Can you do it?” Albert was taken aback and replied, “Yes, I can do it. After all, Mr. Whitman and I are holding all of the shares right now.”

Evania was looking for inspiration or something that would help her crack the riddle. She pulled out a single file from one of the shelves. It was labeled “Statesman 97.” She walked back to a sitting arrangement—two columns of chairs at a large table. She sat at the front. She took a deep breath, glanced at the empty library, and decided to open the file. As soon as she set her eyes on the first page, a photo of Sir Walter appeared. Then, the familiar, deep voice of Jonathan startled her. “That is regarded as one of the best classical masterpieces of his reign in this company…” he muttered.

Nathan leaned back in his chair, sleeves rolled up, a tumbler of untouched whiskey at his side. He is going through the Walton Unlimited paperwork as per his mother’s request to ensure none of the Hawkes will go to jail for fraud. His fingers tapped the desk impatiently as lines of code and transaction logs filtered through his custom encryption software. He’d grown used to tracing shell companies, money laundering paths, and ghost funds. But tonight… something was off. He leaned forward. “No. No, no… That’s not possible.” He zoomed in. The files he’d flagged earlier that week, assets tied to Walton-Hawke Holdings, were vanishing. Quietly. Too quietly.

said Aquarius,"A water and ice nature user from Liquid Isle. She got along with the Spirit inside of her, she said her name is Ginger." "Its a female...." Diego said, "Just like mine. Did she name it herself?" "No she said it introduced itself to her as Ginger." Aquarius corrected. Diego was shocked that Black Spirits had names. She'd lived with the blue woman all her life and she never knew her name, but then again she remembered that she didnt get along with her spirit. Her spirit was rude and antisocial, it only spoke to her when it wanted to or when it planned on taking over her body. Diego didnt like her. She looked down and said, "I wish i was as lucky as her. I dont get along with min

Wally ran out quickly as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. When he saw that no one in the office was really punished, he finally relaxed. His arrogant attitude quickly returned. He came to an office where the employees usually were and pointed at a woman who looked slightly timid. “Take this file and make two copies for me. We need this for the investment meeting with Mr. Erlington tomorrow.”

He does not deserve my tears. He did not even realize that he was having sex with his mate! He had no regard for me at all! What did I do to deserve any of this? He was just a cruel soul. “You certainly do smell nice for a whore,” He groaned, burying his face in my neck. I chuckled, sliding my long nails over his neck, right atop his jugular. Hayden froze. “The fuck? Is that-“ “Wolfsbane?” I purred. “Yes, it is.”

Walter began, his voice a whisper laden with hidden intentions, "I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce you to someone..." Before I could process his words, his hand closed tightly around my waist, drawing me into his side. "...I'd like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Hester Winters." The statement, delivered with chilling calm, echoed through the room like a clap of thunder. The silence was abruptly broken by a deafening roar that shook the walls. A dark and dangerous aura emanated from Bennett, a raging beast about to break free. Those present recoiled, some trembling, others seeking refuge in Walter's towering figure.