Bradley Bradshaw Novels & Stories

For him, the food was like wax. After a while, he said, "Bradley has a good reputation in the business world. He has hundreds of millions of assets and has yet to find a suitable heir. He started from scratch and does not have any other family." Julian rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "These things are not a secret in the business world." Everyone knew Bradley's identity, but he did not have a wife or a child. It was the most confusing. Malcolm raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice, "He sent Marilyn a lot of expensive furniture. Aren't the gifts we sent too shabby?"

said Oswin, cutting Sean off and sitting bolt upright as if to compete with Brad to show off who was taller. "Oh, yeah?" Brad smirked. "Give me an example of your top qualities because if you look closely, just the outside appearance alone, you're already pale in comparison. Look at my clothes. These are all designer clothes and limited editions," he said, eying Oswin up and down. "As for you, tsk... are those pieces even worth being called 'clothes'?"

“As usual, dear friend, you’re absolutely correct!” Brad Kramer — William Bradley Kramer, Jr. — had taken a position to the side of the platform and as far back as he thought would be reasonable. He wanted to be in a position close enough to the platform for his bids to register, but at the same time — for no good reason — he wanted to be out of the sight line of the people on the stage, the girls being auctioned off, and one girl in particular.

“You’re my mate, my Luna, and one day, my wife. So yes, I can buy you nice things—learn to accept them.” I smile at his words, mate, Luna, and wife. “Then thank you for the gift, and your black card.” I laugh. “Here, this card is yours, it’s linked to my account and it’s unlimited.” “Wyatt!” “Thank you, Wyatt, practice makes perfect…” He winks, laughing. “Thank you…. Wyatt.” I grit out. My fancy new car pulls itself out front, something Jade did. She said it’s a summon thing on the cars app. I’ll never get used to this thing.

Leah smiles at me, "Luna perhaps we should go do a bit of shopping, maybe buy some items that would show at bit more of that knock out body of yours? Braddock growls as he places a plate filled with eggs, bacon, potatoes and fruit in front of me, "a few items but nothing too skimpy," he glares at Cynthia and she smiles at him sweetly.

At that moment, I felt indescribable disappointment. "Miss Vale, you drank too much," Brad said, sounding concerned. "I’m fine, thanks!" I replied. After that, I followed my colleagues into the elevator, while Brad left with Alexander. My colleagues started talking about it. "Brad is the special assistant to the president of Grave’s Group, Alexander. It’s said he holds a lot of influence in the company. "Right. Although his title is only Alexander’s special assistant, in reality, his power is even greater than that of the company’s vice president.

Kelly said in the back of the limo with Blake. “Oh? Who’s your favorite model?” Blake asked. “Huh? Oh. Francine Estin. Have you heard of her?” Kelly asked. “Yes, I have. Who is the lucky man?” Blake asked. “His name is Bradly Shaw. Have you heard of him as well?” Kelly asked. “No, can’t say that I have. I hope all the best for them.” Blake said. “I don’t know about that,” Kelly replied. “Why do you say that?” Blake asked.

That's just wishful thinking. Thought he was just like that Eliot? Bradley got to where he was by being in both the legal and illegal worlds. He came here before Houston even existed. He started by reselling goods, smuggling cigarettes, alcohol, cars, and luxury stuff. Now, who knew how many gray-area businesses he had. His hands had even been stained with blood. Since he could turn things from black to white so calmly, of course he had his own ways and tricks. If Willie hadn't been so dumb, he wouldn't have had to come up to the front.

Not unpleasant, but definitely an acquired taste. On the console table, he glanced at a dog-eared copy of the New York Times. Heavily underlined in red, the words of one of the headlines—‘Reclusive billionaire Nathan de Vere . . . ’ but before he could read the rest, a prod in his back pushed him forward. He didn’t think he’d heard that name before, but it was obviously one Moira Bradigan was interested in. Alex turned and watched Miss Bradigan follow him into the sitting room. Her movements seemed more agile than before.

"Bradshaw Operations is not as simple as they seem." "What does that mean?" Jenny looked at Alec. Everyone else looked at him, too. "Bradshaw Operations doesn't look like anything much, but the Bradshaws themselves are actually much stronger than we think. They own a lot of property privately, but it's not a part of the company. That's why it looks harmless. However, if we count all their property, the Bradshaws won't lose to any of the Ten Elites," Alec said. Jenny frowned. If what Alec said was true, things would prove difficult. "How do you know this?" she asked.