Novel & Cerita Distrust Gn Wright

“It's been a decade. I barely recognize you. How have you been?” “I'm good.” “Well, hubby and Mr. Wright are business partners, I never thought this party would bring us together again. It's good to see you again, Gwen. I've been seeing you on live TV and I'm looking forward to another day to work with you again.” “Me too.” “Mrs. Wainwright, there's a call for you and it's urgent.” A lady spoke from behind. “Just a second.” She opened her purse and handed Gwendolyn her business card. “See you around.” Then she left with the lady.

Elias, who was on the phone on the balcony, saw my expression and walked over. "Is that the money?" he glanced at my phone, a satisfied smile on his face. "I had a chat with Dante last night. Convinced him to transfer it sooner rather than later. It's ungentlemanly to keep a lady waiting." "You threatened him?" I asked. "Not a threat. Just a friendly reminder about the importance of certain business partnerships," Elias shrugged. "The Wright family's influence in Chicago is much greater than he realized." I put down my phone and looked at him seriously. "Elias, I need to ask you something." "What is it?" "Why are you helping me?"

"T-That's impossible! You're lying!" Vincent stammered as he stumbled back. "Those documents were flawless. No one should have suspected a thing. How could that lawyer—" "He was never loyal to you," I interjected. "Mr. Wright was my mother's best friend and my godfather. Do you understand now? Dad never trusted you. Not once." Vincent collapsed to the floor, his face blank. His mother stood frozen, her mouth agape. [Who saw this twist coming?!]

“The board?” “The people who know the truth.” Her stomach tightened. “If Dr. Wright was murdered because of me…” Damien interrupted. “No.” “He was murdered because someone believed he knew something.” “There is a difference.” She wasn’t convinced. “Do you think he talked?” “I think someone feared that he would.” The room fell silent again. Damien walked toward a cabinet and removed a large map of the city. He spread it across the table. Several locations had already been marked with black pins.

That period was the biggest miserable period for us Wright's. However, today what he has confessed has hurt me more than anything. He tricked an innocent into his contract just to get me off his back. Ultimately it should be me who should be blamed for all this because I was pressuring my son to get settle down. What else I can do, I still remember how crazy he had gone when a girl from his school shifted to God knows where and he wasn't able to get track of her location at that time, he even met with an accident and stayed on the bed for months with broken limbs yet he was crying to meet her. Pathetic!

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

"Is that really what I'm worth to you? A few expensive steaks?" I frowned, my hand tightening on my bag. "Then what do you want?" I knew the stories. Everyone did. Xavier Wright was the man who had been cast out and crawled back to the top through blood and grit. People said he’d cleared the path to his inheritance by getting rid of his stepmother's unborn children. They said he ran with rogues and dealt in things that never saw the light of day. I already had a dozen reasons to keep my distance, but here I was, trapped in a bathroom with him.

Smith congratulated him, few people understood the message and at the same time some were confused. The gala continued, with laughter, music, and conversations filling the air. Rachel was swept into conversations with various guests, thanking them for their support and engaging in lighthearted exchanges. Meanwhile, Damien exchanged pleasantries with well-wishers. The gala eventually began to wind down, guests saying their goodbyes and thanking the Smith family for a memorable evening. As they left, there was a noticeable excitement in the air, a buzz of speculation about the Smith-Wright union that would no doubt be the talk of the city in the coming days. The Wright family was very influent

I wasn't sexist. Wright was the epitome of everything negative about an Alpha though. He embodied brute strength, obstinate thinking, and a refusal to consider any perspective other than his own even when confronted with obvious proof of his own faulty logic. Knowing House Wright had a history of manipulation and shady dealings didn't endear him to me either. "I admit I may have gotten carried away in the heat of the moment. Are you saying you wouldn't have?" If Wright considered lifting his chin at me a threat, he was deeply confused about his own intimidation factor.

"These kind gentlemen will be more than happy to help me pursue justice and let the world know about the Wright Group's little integrity problem." Damian was so enraged that he looked like he might faint on the spot. While he still cared about her, she'd rallied outsiders to publicly disgrace him like this. Sure, the Wright Group had solid backing, but it was no match for any one of these three. And worse, they were working as a unit. If he chose to dig in his heels now, even the powerful figure backing him might jump ship. After thinking it through, Damian clenched his jaw and gave in. "I'll contact you within the week and transfer the shares to your name," he muttered through gritted teeth