Dr Chase Baker Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was the CEO of the media company who had caused such a huge fuss at the hospital back then. "Mr. Baker, he's the elder of the Healer Sect! I'm sure that he's worth ten of this Sebastian guy!" Fritz said hastily when he saw that the middle-aged man, Franklin Baker, was ignoring Declan. "The elder of the Healer Sect?" Franklin glanced coldly at Declan and Bryce.

My heart beat loudly when I saw it was an unknown number calling. Was my sister in trouble again? “Hello?” I greeted. “Hazel Thompson?” “This is her.” “This is the Heart Care Psychiatric ward. I wanted to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy have discontinued the payment for your brother, Drake Thompson’s treatment. If it is not paid by the time the week ends, we’ll have to discharge him.” I felt like crying. My grandparents were the ones who were supposed to cover the cost of my brother’s treatment—a brother nobody but my family knew existed.

Alex's POV “What do you know?” I stared at my father from across the car, my mind still struggling to catch up with everything he had just said. Christopher Kane leaned back against the leather seat calmly, looking completely in control of the situation “Recently, I discovered that a package had been directed into Baker Tech’s account under Charles Baker’s final requests before selling Baker Tech,” he started. “Whatever the package was, it had consumed an absurd amount of money and company resources…enough to catch my attention immediately.”

But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give this arrogant bastard the satisfaction of acknowledging that. Chase Walker, the new Alpha of the Norbury pack. I’ve seen him before from a distance, but never up close like this. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t nice to look at. He’s just as big as the other alphas, but not quite as bulky- though the sleeves of his hoodie are pushed up to the elbows and from the taut muscles of his forearms, it looks like he’s well on his way. He’s got a jawline sharp enough to cut stone and eyes so dark I could drown in their depths, framed by dark lashes beneath his furrowed brow. His chocolate brown hair is messy atop his head, peeking out from under the hood of his

Maverick thought for a while and got up, "I'll come to you." "Alright, I'll be waiting." He left the house and stopped in an uncompleted building where there was more than one man. One had tobacco in-between his lips and it was him Maverick had come for. "One, Alpha Kyle Baker is in town. He seems to know Drexa so she has been entertaining him ever since he arrived." The man informed. Maverick raised a brow but didn't say anything. Instead, he nodded slowly. "Alpha Kyle Baker. He must have come for his daughter."

she said, clearly excited. I was glad she was taking this break. It had been a long week for all of us. Grace worked in the procurement department, and I knew for a fact that I had placed a large number of orders that week to keep the mall project moving forward. "Coffee is life. Give me some, please," I said as I sat across from her, already reaching for a mug. The first sip is always heaven. "So what's on the itinerary?" she asked. "Just follow my lead," I replied with a small smile.

"Hello Mrs. Riley, I'm Linda. Your new doctor." Drake's mother shook my hand. She shook it quite firmly. "Riley Radley Baker," she said, introducing herself. Before I could wonder why she used the name 'Baker' at the end, Drake explained it to me in a whisper. "That's my father's name. She still uses that name to this day and hates it when people forget her last name," Drake explained. Okay, I understood. So I smiled with my eyes. "Mrs. Baker, may I call you that?"

I ran in as well, only to get stopped by Hunter as he got in front of me and dad. My eyes travelled around the room and I locked eyes with the man who would soon become the man of my dreams and the man in my nightmares. Austin Dechart.

“Well, well. You must have done something pretty bad to catch their attention so quick.” “I didn’t do anything.” I sounded a little defensive. “They think I’m somebody I’m not.” Now I sounded evasive. “Well, whoever this other chap is, I hope he’s out there making a nuisance of himself.” He chuckled some more. For someone about to commit mass murder, he was in a very good mood. “The name’s Schneed. Baker by trade, now a full-time advocator for men’s rights.” Even though we were separated by a wall and all I could see was his mouth, and occasionally an eye, I could sense him puffing out his chest with pride.