Novel & Cerita Canvas On Blake Apartments

Her mouth dropped, was he fucking kidding her? Blake was glad to finally stop driving. He was tired, they'd been on the road for over five hours all up and was glad that it was over. Following the instructions on his phone he retrieved the key from the pot plant and opened the door to this little cottage in the middle of nowhere. Turning on the lights he was surprised at how cosy and romantic it truly was. Set up in a Balinese style decor, it was very beautiful. He noticed there was champagne and chocolates and red rose petals thrown loosely on the tables around the house. He heard Kendall walk in behind him and gasp. She must approve. "I need my luggage." She said as she kicked off her shoe

He will be shooting a musical video of one of his best-selling tracks today. Blake never misses on stuff like that. Especially when it comes to his brother. Besides, Asaf is his favourite artist and his little brother. He will never miss his shoot. The record label was one of many of Blake's investments. He owns a shipping company. A Bank. Which is B&B Bank Corp. A casino and Clubs. He also has shopping malls and a lot more you can think of. He bought some properties like luxurious Estates and three skyscrapers that are rented out for businesses. He is also into the aviation business.

A sleek, modern office adorned with art pieces and city views. Blake sits behind his polished mahogany desk, scrolling through his phone. The atmosphere is tense yet charged with determination. He leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he thinks about his next move regarding Emily and Tyler. Blake’s assistant, Nina, knocks and enters, holding a stack of files. Nina: “You wanted to see the report on the upcoming charity gala?” Blake gestures for her to place the files on his desk, then leans forward, his expression shifting to seriousness.

He said. Blaze's smile disappeared. “Stop dwelling on the past, Axel. We both know how that ends.” Axel walked forward and peered into an open room, frowning on the room number engraved on the door. “Goodness Blaze... What have you turned this place into?” new porches, balconies... Blaze was renovating this building. It ticked Axel off that Blaze thought of this. Blaze smirked. “A much more fulfilling place that fetches me income. It's called an apartment.”

“Good.” “See you at seven,” Blake informed me. I thought of the run-down hotel where I was staying and said, “How about I meet you there?” “Sandra. I’m picking you up,” Blake replied firmly. “But… you don’t know my address,” I tried. “You’re staying at the Radisson.” Blake’s phone began to ring. “But, I’m not–” I began to explain.

The blueprints were spread out, the address printed clearly at the top. Beatrice walked over to the desk and looked down at the papers. "So," she said, tapping a manicured fingernail on the blueprint, "this is the apartment you are designing for her?" "Yes," I said, walking over. "Zyran bought it today. It’s a rush job, but I’m going to make it beautiful. I want her to feel comfortable." Beatrice read the address on the paper: 1402 Lakeview Drive, Penthouse B. She froze.

Xavier added. "That's true. We have to break into his apartment. Information about Aubrey can be in there," I pleaded, and Caleb sighed. "Alright, fine, but do it quickly before people realise something's up," Caleb finally gave in. Blake and I struggled with the door until it opened. We all slipped inside and began looking around. His apartment was fairly empty. There wasn't much in here. "Guys, look at this," Blake called, and we darted towards him.

She helped James into the car and instructed the driver, “Sunlight District, please.” “Alright.” The driver replied and stepped on the accelerator, driving toward Sunlight District. … Sunlight District, an apartment unit. Many people lived in this unit, including the Elite Eight and Blake, the Assasin King. Blake had already changed his outfit. He was dressed in a black singlet and had shaved his beard. He looked to be in his 40s with his fierce and sturdy appearance. Knock! Knock! Knock! Suddenly, knocking could be heard at the door.

“If I didn’t I wouldn’t have allowed you in.” The day of the plan, Blake arrives at the house wearing an outfit that screams eccentricity—a bright red suit with matching shoes and a top hat. He looks like he’s stepped out of a circus, and I can’t help but laugh despite my apprehension. Blake grins, clearly pleased with the effect. Blake’s distraction involves a fake snake, a hidden speaker, and a pre-recorded “snake hissing” soundtrack. He sets up in the garden, positioning the speaker near a bush and carefully placing the fake snake so it’s partially visible. The scene is set.

I can’t rely on my father’s connections my whole life. Lia glances at Blake with a strange smile, getting exact same one from him. “There’s an apartment in our block that’s about to be free. It’s a small studio, with one bedroom, living room with adjoined kitchenette, and one bathroom. Perfect for one person.”