Callie Turner Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dane’s POV A call to my private number startled me, even though I was already awake. I reached for my phone and put it to my ear, not bothering to check who the hell was calling because whoever could find that number, was definitely not a small fry. “I'm sure you know I know now?” I paused in my head. Know what? And who the hell is this? That's when I checked the true caller. “Michelle Hart.” No way in hell. I nodded my head, even though she couldn't see me.

She might just look a little like her. Not just me, even Wilson laughed at Roy's cluelessness. "You've got to be kidding me. Sarah is a world-famous designer, and landing this deal took everything I had. "Years ago, Alan and I went on a mountain climb, and I helped him out of a tight spot. Without that, a company like ours wouldn't have even gotten a chance. "She designs for world leaders at the Global Summit. Her work is priceless and nearly impossible to get. If you don't know her, you don't belong in this industry.

" As she talked, old memories cracked open—like boxes I'd sealed years ago. Eighteen-year-old Nina looked at me like I was her entire universe. The Nina I knew at thirty? Her words cut like ice. I dropped my gaze and exhaled. "People change." "Then tell me—how exactly do I hurt him in the future?" I froze. Fingers stiff. My brain flipped through scenes like a glitching movie reel. Too many. I didn't even know where to start. Then my phone rang again. I picked up, and someone on the other end was already spiraling. "Mr. Lambert, our department had a team night at a bar in East Avendale. Ms. Reid drank too much. Can you come get her? Oh—and your kid's here too."

I presented them with Selena's cheating history and my achievements with clarity and precision, leaving them no room for argument. … Before long, the tides had been turned. The netizens changed their target and swarmed her. I didn't care about what would happen next. As soon as the dust settled, I returned to the lab and continued my research. Dealing with her was surprisingly time-consuming. But I did not expect another incident to be waiting for me at the lab.

The color drained from Dad's face. His lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word. After all, I had seen right through him and exposed his nefarious schemes. I turned around and addressed the media. "I'd like to use this opportunity to clarify some things. I, Talia Sanders, have nothing to do with the Sanders family of Asterville. I achieved what I did thanks to my mentors' guidance and the country's support. My success has nothing to do with the blood that runs through my veins.

Meanwhile, Faith remained seated comfortably in my office. I asked why she still hadn't left. She let out a cold snort. "You really think Rita would give up that easily?" Before she even finished speaking, Rita's call came through. Faith answered it for me. "Kevin! You really switched hospitals?! How could you betray me? Getting mocked by the tycoon's daughter was one thing, but now you even let Faith laugh at me too?! I won't let you off!"

She lays on her stomach with her feet up, crossed at the ankles. “Tell me how you heard Jagger’s conversation and then I will.” I try to call her bluff. Callie is very calculating. I’ll be shocked if she shows her cards before she knows what mine are. She simply shrugs. “The truth is my mom doesn’t just arrange housing for visitors. She arranges single she wolves to spy on visitors. Kinda like a madam.” My jaw drops. Not only do I find it hard to believe that Callie told me so easily, but her mom, one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met, is a madam?

Torre nodded graciously, and Trigger continued alone. “Like I said – the longer we wait, the more time they have to prepare. We’re all ready – we were ready for this last night, but Callie went and got herself caught.” She shook her head at me, but it was fondness that swelled in her gaze, rather than suspicion, now. “But that’s given us the advantage – a happy little accident that they didn’t account for. So, Cals,” she grinned, “you’d best get talking. Tell us everything you know.”

"He’s an Aegis Prime robot. I think he runs on batteries." Callie’s turquoise eyes lit up. She loved a challenge as much as I did. She stood up, smoothing her designer skirt, and sauntered over to Taye. She did the whole routine—the hair flip, the hand on the arm, the "damsel in distress" eyes. "Taye, is it?" she purred. "I’m starving and the kitchen staff is being dreadfully slow. Do you think a big, strong man like you could find me something... sweet?"

I wipe my nose and croak, “What’s the plan?” Callie leans into the camera, her eyes sparkling with dangerous glee. “Let’s make sure Axton knows exactly what kind of girl his precious Ashley really is.”