Novel & Cerita Brock Turner Parents

Sam teases with a waggle of his brows. "No, I want to know about the mystery person that Will and Brian found out about," I demanded. Will and Brian sat on the couch across from my desk with Zach and Sam looking at them for answers. "Okay, we did some digging on Brooke's supposed father," Will starts but gets interrupted by Zach. "What do you mean Supposed father?" Zach asks confused. "He is my uncle so of course he would be found. For fucks sake he owns famous hotels and clubs."

“But I don’t recognize this guy. I can put out the word, but it might take a while for information. I think our best lead is Brooks’ uncle. Although how he’d have the money or means for this, I don’t know. “I looked into him,” Gomez said. “He seems ordinary. There were a couple of old arrests for theft, but nothing stuck. He lives a quiet life. But there’s got to be more.” “My dad,” Brooks said, then he cleared his throat. “He said something about the woman who birthed me having an uncle. But not a blood uncle like an honorary one. Dad said he wasn’t a good man. Also, he said that Tanya had a weird relationship with him, like she worshipped him or something. But that one day they had a fight

“Alright, sit down, lady!!” Brock pushed her down, forcing her to sit on the sofa next to her husband's chair. “Now, behave, the two of you,” he demanded with a cold grin. “Believe it or not, we really want to do this peacefully. We hate having to disrespect old people." Bron stood up, then turned his cold eyes to his brother. "Put the papers back together," he ordered. Brock's cruel grin vanished, replaced by total confusion. He looked at his brother, then at the torn pieces on the floor. "What? And how the hell am I going to do that?”

he asked, his focus now on the document in front of him. I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change. “No... I don’t think so,” I said, trying to think. “Think carefully,” he pressed, his eyes still on the file. “My father grew up in a foster home,” I explained. “So, as far as I know, he didn’t have any biological siblings.” Ethan slid the document across the desk toward me. “The account receiving the stolen company funds has been traced,” he said. “It belongs to a man named Phillip Brooks.”

It’s catechism 101. "He ruined my family," Brock grunts, his voice suddenly thick with suppressed rage. "He used his money and influence to turn my wife into his mistress. He even bought her the house she's living in right now. I don't think a man like that deserves to rest in peace, alive or dead." That makes sense. I don’t even bother saying anything else. What can I say? Brock studies me for a long moment. His gaze lingers on my face, then drifts toward the office door behind me before returning to my eyes.

Thank you she said with a broken voice. I told her, "Keep in touch." You hear me, Brittany?" She said yes and smiled and walked off to her parents, but I watched Brockie Angelo staring at her and at me. He does not like it when someone takes away his prey and toy. And he is looking at me evilly. Simply great, I got a mean giant big tough guy mad at me. I need to keep out people's business. But I glare back at him. It is not nice. He walked off, smirking, and winked at me. Oh Shit! I just kept my eyes on him when we walked off with his parents. I can see why he is like that. I look at his mom, she is small and walking with her head down, and his dad, oh my, he is huge! just like him. He looks

Amber snapped. "Amber, your parents are Kyle Benson and Fiorella Louise"

Brock clamped his mouth shut after that, watching in silence as his son walked farther away from him. What more did he actually expect? King had held a grudge against him since forever. He was probably also haunted by that year when he got missing. “Mr. Miller,” called a bodyguard again. Brock took out his phone and said to the bodyguard, “Stay here. I'll make this call and board the damn plane!” He still had to take care of Preston. He wouldn't be at peace if he went away without making sure Preston would be dealt with. Preston had to realize that he might be old, but he still had sharp teeth that could bite.

“But, as for what kind of details, I couldn't get any data regarding his work there.” Regis was stunned at the report Beth gave. The old woman's information network is quite extensive too, he thought. However, the information Beth Jefferson gathered wasn’t as detailed as Mark’s findings. Earlier, his assistant had provided him with a similar report. But Mark had managed to uncover something crucial about the man named Bobby Turner. He was once the son of a poor laborer who eventually sought his fortune in Turkey through illegal means.

"Why else do you think my name is Brooke Dalton?" At the mention of the name 'Dalton', Zayna jolted. "Catori's boss," she whispered. She wanted to leave immediately to warn Catori but something made her stay back to finish her eavesdropping job. "So you called your family hunters right? So your mom and dad hunt with you?" the girl asked her. At the mention of her dad, Brooke's facial expression changed. "As you know, my parents are divorced," she snapped. "So I hunt with only my mom. My father feels that he is too big to do certain things. Idiot."