Dear Mr Hamilton Book Novels & Stories

The smirk that haunted her sleep. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the chairman’s voice finally rang out, cutting through the restless murmur. “Allow me to formally introduce Mr. Liam Hamilton, heir of Hamilton Medical Group, and now an active executive overseeing Hamilton Medical City.” Applause broke like a wave through the hall. And then he walked out. Liam Hamilton, in a suit that fit like it was crafted by sin itself, crisp and dark against the glow of the auditorium lights. His presence filled the stage before he even said a word, magnetic and commanding. The applause swelled, but Sarah barely heard it.

I approach a man behind the counter, probably the cook. “Excuse me, can you assist me to prepare Mr. Hamilton’s tea. I am his new assistant, it’s my first day and I don’t know how he likes it.” I ask him. “Oh dear, so you’re the new girl. Mrs. Shelby called me a minute ago to inform me. Here’s the tea. He only drinks the tea or coffee prepared by me not the machine.” He says with a pride smile and hands me the aromatic liquid with earl grey tea with saffron.” He fills me with crucial details about Mr. Hamilton. I glance at my wrist watch, it shows I should hurry up to his office.

'Are there any brothers who will trick their sisters like this? Mrs. Hamilton was very unhappy, and her gaze that was looking at Sharon became much more hostile. At that moment, someone came to report to her, "Madam, President Zachary has arrived." Indeed, a towering silhouette soon appeared at the entrance. The awkward and weird atmosphere was immediately lifted while everyone's attention shifted to the man who was born with a prestigious aura. Sharon was deep in her thoughts and was thinking of reasons to leave the scene later on. The man's attractive yet beautiful voice was heard not far away. "Mrs. Hamilton, I'm extremely sorry for being late as the traffic was bad on the way here."

“You know who Alexander Hamilton is, right?” Cadence couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “What?” “Alexander Hamilton. You know, the guy from the Broadway musical?” “What the hell does Hamilton have to do with the blue moon portal?” Cadence asked, about to lose her mind again. “Everything,” Aaron replied, still serene. “He has everything to do with it.” Cadence shook her head and leaned back against the sofa, resolved not to say a word. She had an idea of who he was, but she was never good with history, even though she enjoyed hearing about it, and she certainly hadn’t found time to go to a musical.

“What makes you think that I want you to sit with me. And in any case, I am waiting for somebody.” “Well, then I must come to sit with you.” “I don’t know if you are deaf, but I said I am waiting for something, so unless you are Mr. Hamilton, I am not interested in you.” I hear as he bursts out with such a burst of deep laughter from his chest; I swear it turns my knees week. “Well, lucky for you then, I am Mr. Hamilton.” “Sorry to burst that bubble, but the Mr. Hamilton I am meeting is much older than you.”

After that, he turned to Cecilia and said, "Hello, Cecilia!" Cecilia smiled and nodded, "Hello, Mr. Hamilton!" "Come, sit down, let's chat for a while!" Roderick pulled him to the sofa and sat down. Kinsley sat down next to her mother with a little embarrassed. "Mr. Hamilton left in a hurry last time, and we didn't get to know each other properly." Cecilia said. "That day, my great—grandfather's not in good healthy. I rushed back, and it was quite a pity."

But now… she ripped it open. The handwriting was shaky but strong: --- My sweet Seraphine, If you’re reading this, then I couldn’t stay. And I’m sorry, my little girl. I wanted to give you and Emilia the world, but life had other plans. Please forgive me. But you must know the truth. The Hale family is not what they seem. Behind all their rich smiles, they hide dark things—drug trafficking, money laundering, dirty money, all through a secret Mafia group. I close to them once, too close. Until I found out. When I pulled away, I became their enemy.

“Tell me you don’t feel this anymore, and I’ll walk away for good.” Pamela swallowed, torn between pride and truth. But the truth won. She closed her eyes, letting her body betray her mind, and whispered, “I can’t.” A sharp knock on the door shattered the intimate moment, forcing them apart. Rowan’s expression darkened as he strode to the door and swung it open. One of his trusted men stood there, his face grim. “Sir, we have a problem,” the man said urgently. “It’s about the Hamilton family. They’ve made a move.”

I greeted politely, standing beside his table. "Morning Ms Moriah. I am sorry that I made you come over here," he replied. "Here's the document I want you to work on. There's a sample there. I need you to work on a deal that we'll be having with BB & T corporation." He handed me a document and I took it, going through it. "Is that all?" I asked after brushing through the file.

I wouldn’t be Cejay Merryweather if I would just let a guy intimidates me. “Um...” I paused. What am I going to ask him again? Ah, yes! I remember! “Mr. Huntington, may I ask how’s Mr. Socrates? Did you fire him?” Mr. Huntington moved to massage his nape. “Why do you ask, Ms. Merrywheather?” he asked and continued reading the paper on his desk. Dumbfounded, I furrowed my eyebrows. “I want to know what action have you governed against him. Did you fire him? Where is he now?”