Carlos From Descendants Two Novels & Stories

Don’t even speak to her. Father— I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Do nothing until I arrive. Carlos’s tone left no room for argument. Jasper hesitated. You’ll understand when you see her. Carlos ended the mental link with a sigh, already removing his white coat and replacing it with his long black trench. His reflection in the glass showed a man who looked barely forty-five, refined and ageless, his silver-streaked black hair pulled back in a neat twist. But behind his eyes… centuries lived. Centuries burned into silence and restraint.

"But we can only find out once I answer whoever that is on the other end of the line." "I am completely waiting," Savannah said. Clark exhaled as he reached out for his phone and pressed the answer button. "How can I help you?" The person on the other end of line had a thin Mexican accent that Clark had not heard anywhere. "Pay attention, Mr. Clark,” he said. "My name is Carlos and I am a member of the brotherhood who wants to see you dead. It is you that needs help not me."

Everything went to Carlos. A cold dread spread through me, chilling me to the bone. It couldn’t be. My parents, who had showered me with love, who had always ensured I had everything I needed, would never leave me with nothing. Carlos was adopted, yes, brought into the family because my mother couldn’t bear a son, in the hope he’d one day run the company. But they would never have disinherited me. Never. Richard, looking even more uncomfortable, excused himself, leaving me alone with the viper. Carlos’s eyes gleamed with a predatory satisfaction.

“Yes, Mr. Ross?” “Call Josh,” Carlos growled. “Tell him I need him in my office immediately.” The secretary bowed and disappeared. Carlos stood by the window, the city lights blinking back at him, mocking him with their indifference. A storm churned in his chest, cold and calculating. 'The Fords isn't just any family. They are legacy. Quiet. Lethal. And now Maria has slipped into their arms like a stray finding home. Is this a coincidence, or a threat?'

Once downstairs, Eliza goes to find Carlos in the cafeteria; he’s really leaning into his Mexican heritage at the moment. Carlos is an old Mexican man, wearing tired looking jeans, and a red checked flannel shirt and a white apron. He’s a nice guy, five-six, with darker tan skin, and a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that show his age. He has a grey moustache, short grey hair and dark brown eyes. He’s the chef here, and a marvellous one at that. He beams at her,

Carlos said, making Mario look ahead and at the glass. "Company?" Carlos nodded. "I saw two used plates and glass cups in the kitchen sink." Mario raised his brows. "And don't forget the composed way he made us leave. Which is really composed, man. I have never seen a more composed person than your dad, seriously," Carlos said. Mario chuckled. "Come on, now. Don't get on with his business. Besides, he needs a break. Candela is a fucking handful. If I was in his shoes, I would go the extra mile. I wouldn't even be in this country."

I’m average height at five six, and I feel statuesque with the added four inches. “Our work here is done.” Carlos says in his thick accent. His assistant said nothing as she buzzed around, seemingly reading his mind. “I would like to stick around for the reveal if that would be alright. I love a good jaw drop moment.” He chuckles and the rest of the group follows suit.

said Oskar. "Okay... But don't make me too hasty, because I have to be careful," Carlos said, then stood up. "Now I have to go. I have to get ready for San Francisco….You have to send money to pay for me to live there until I manage to frame Evans," he continued. "Don't worry, I'll send it." "Okay, I'll go now," Carlos said then immediately walked out of the cafe. Oskar breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had received a cool breeze after more than two months of feeling pressured because he had to learn to love Sarah, even though he always saw Elena and Ray's intimacy.

He believed that he deserved to inherit the estate instead and saw his nephew as nothing more than an obstacle to his ambitions. Carlos had always been a cunning and manipulative man, capable of using any means necessary to achieve his goals. He had wormed his way into Rafael's confidence, convincing him to make decisions that ultimately led to the decline of the estate. And now, with Rafael gone, Carlos saw an opportunity to seize power for himself.

Gina said with furrowed eyebrows. Carlos got up from the stool he had been seated on for a while befor edging toward where his mother stood. "Mother, you are just saying that because you don't know the truth. You know what? I'm the one who doesn't deserve her." Carlos said but Gina gave a weird chuckle. "Carlos common, why are you saying that? You are a decent man and an eligible bachelor who comes from a very wealthy family. You are such a price cash that every woman would want to have but you still chose that woman even when you knew her situation." Gina bluntly said.