Dr. Richard Pearl Novels & Stories

Pearl said to me. “Why should I untie you?". “Because I have the upper hand now". She replied. She is right, I will have to listen to her for now. "Untie her”. I instructed one of the guards in the room. "Better, now I can talk to you. I want you to release Richard so that he can make the poison immediately”. I was shocked at what Pearl was asking me to do. How did she know that Mr Richard was still alive? "Are you insane? Weren't you there at his funeral?”.

He confidently states. "He's the only reason you don't have a broken nose yet." I confidently reply. I take one of the ACH cars and drive to where is written in the address. I arrive at a magnificently tall building and the ACH can not be compared to it no matter what. The structure of the building can hardly be seen anywhere else, over the top is written boldly, Pearl. I gasp to myself, I am standing in the multimillion phone company called Pearl, I've always heard of it as one of the Gate's later accomplishments from Jake. According to him, it was founded alongside Diamond, Gazelle and Daisy under the Gates name, one of the many reasons he still is the richest man alive till date.

It was evident he considered Ariel more of a daughter than he did Salma. “I like it too,” said Richard, “Ariel should organise the whole thing. Just let me know how much it’s going to cost.” I took a quick sweep around the table and realised something. Richard owned everyone at this table except my father. He still had shares in my company that were worth billions of dollars, he had invested in Levi’s company at the brink of bankruptcy. And the Schumers, it was obvious Richard was one of their biggest donors. I was not sure how he owned Allison, but I doubted she would be here if they did not.

On her way to her dad's study, she collided with someone by the stairs, and she stopped. The person squatted in front of her, and it turned out to be her uncle Richard. He has this handsome smile on his face. "Are these new?" He stared at the clothes, his eyes meeting the small immature nipples on her chest which were poking through the singlet. "Yes" Pearl smiled innocently. "You're beautiful" he looked up to her face. At this point, Pearl spranged up from the bed, ending the episode abruptly. She was sweating so much, and her heart was slamming.

"Look at this." Responses were pouring in. Not from random men, but from some of the most powerful figures in the city. The first response made my heart skip. "Dr. Adrian Cole here. Nobel laureate in molecular biology. I've followed your mother's research for years. Would be honored to discuss co-parenting arrangements. Your intellect deserves protection and support. - AC" Dr. Adrian Cole. The man who'd worked with me at Vaughn Innovations. But now he was offering more than professional partnership.

"The Sterling Police is inept. Confusticated. In collective possession of the most disturbingly dormant organs ever to be kept under a head of hair." "Then why on Earth haven't you taken up the case? You are a certified profiler now. Trusted to handle such cases. Surely you of all people- " "And surely you, Richard, with the entire force at your beck and call, have the capacity to have it in hand!" Richard sighed, picking at his biscuit. "You know how I detest legwork." He glared daggers at his brother then, and brought a crumb to his mouth. "This is bad business, Edward; very bad business. The prince's wife..., was a great advocate for social change... oh, don't look at me like that. Surely

“All right, let’s go.” **** Lana’s friends watched her swoon as Dashing Dax Steele ran off. Millie and Emily actually had to steady her. She had no idea Dax was so . . . wonderful and impressive. “Good grief, Lana,” Richard said and sneezed. He pushed his coke bottled glasses up his nose. “You act as if he’s the man of all men.” “He is,” Lana swooned. “Oh, please. Craig Mello is manlier,” Richard said. Craig Mello had won the Nobel Prize for his research in RNA interference.

He had said so himself that relationships meant nothing to him. Moreover, the man rarely came home so she was able to steal it easily. All she needed was his passcode which was easy for someone as experienced as her to hack into. The ring was in his desk drawer and she scooped it into her pocket without anyone seeing. Smiling to herself, she opened the box. Even a petty thief like Jocelyn knew the value of this ring. It was not simply painted purple but was an actual purple diamond, one of the rarest gems in the world. In the market, this would fetch millions of dollars and even higher in the blackmarket.

As the CFO of a company with trillions in assets, there must be something exceptional about him. Despite Richard's receding hairline, when asked about his age, he revealed that he was only in his 30s, indicating a bright future ahead of him. Richard spoke with pleasure, thinking he deserved a place at the main table from the start, as his reputation preceded him. He had been searching for an excuse to be invited, and Dorothea had sensed his intentions and granted him his wish. The successful individuals enjoyed their gathering, with many getting drunk quickly. Someone curiously asked, "Mr. Nymph, I heard that Pearce Corp. and Grand Chime are in a battle for Swalesbury. Do you have any inside