Novel & Cerita Duke Dennis Real Name

Could she possibly see from a different kind of sight? "Dante, isn't it?" Strauss acknowledged his fake name. Dante, no surname. Aged 34. Grew up on the streets. No known family. Just a ghost who suddenly existed with the name Dante. Except that that information was all faked. "Yes," Brandon replied. Strauss took out a card from his jacket's pocket and passed it to him, "I'm Kennedy Strauss. Maybe you've heard of my name around here." Around here, around everywhere.

“These racers might not know you, but I do.” Alexander frowned at the man. “And what is the use of that?” Denise's gaze was serious now. “I know that your elder brother, Dante, is looking for my elder brother.” Yulia's brows furrowed. How could you know about it? “And?” Alexander was calm as he stared at the man. “I know a lot about my elder brother, Jake Devis Howard.” He muttered, tossing his shoulder-length dirty blonde curls backward. “Are you willing to help since you are telling us?” Yulia demanded.

"Now, I will tell him to get ready." Max was waiting in Duke's study room. His face beamed when he saw her entered the room, "Chili, have you done?" "Yes, Maxwee. We can go now." Duke raised his left brow. His expression became colder, and he tightens his grip on the white tea cup he was holding on, "Chili and Maxwee? What is that?" "Father, our nicknames were so cute, right? I really like it." Cecilia grin widely.

“My name, like yours, is a half truth.” I blinked at him. That was the moment, the moment all secrets would be revealed. “What is your name?” His gaze locked on mine. “Giovanni Domenico Mancini Ferrante. My father is Giovanni Ferrante, head of the Ferrante family.” My stomach dropped. The room seemed to spin and I grabbed hold of him, my eyes never leaving his. “You’re a Ferrante?” Of all the secrets, I was not expecting that. “Technically, yes.”

He didn't want to give the man before him any form of attention. "A Lion doesn't give birth to a cat," Dennis retorted indifferently. Richard frowned slightly. "Get down and let's talk." Dennis chuckled, "you should have booked an appointment. Right now, I'm very busy." Richard discerned his resistance to having any form of conversation with him, which poked his interest even more. Information had reached him that Dennis was both Tonys' PA and confidentially his head of IT. With a trusted person like Dennis around, everyone they paid to hack into the Wright's empire failed terribly.

Even he enjoyed watching the pieces move. Eleanor Vanderbilt’s office had become a war room. Richard Hale stood before her desk, projecting a detailed dossier onto the wall screen. “Mark Dorkul,” Hale began. “Not his birth name. Born Marcus Dorkin in 1998 in a working-class suburb outside Chicago. Father died by suicide when Marcus was fourteen. Mother struggled with addiction. He legally changed his name at twenty-one after a minor identity fraud incident that was quietly sealed.” Eleanor leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Continue.”

I cut him off " but you putting my child into this -hell no Joe no" I said as I was about to stand up a picture showed up" who's that?" I asked, coz he was looking kinda familiar " the leader-the person you should gain the trust from...known as DD, real identity -Hakeem Dunte" when he said that name I just kept my cool " I'm not doing it -im sorry this is just -" he cut me off

That individual responded. "Can you tell me your name?" The Duke was interested in learning more. "Dillion." "Your last name?" the Duke inquired. "I grew up in the woods as an orphan, sir," Dillion let out a sigh.

With his looks, I wouldn't be surprised if he became a playboy. As we reached the employee room, he locked the door and leaned on the table. "Duke Vel Lavite" He initiated "or should I say, Duke Nicholas Sebastian Vel Lavite, ruler of the Vel Lavite Duchy." I flinched as soon as I've heard his name.

Here we go… Once our plates are loaded, I follow Enzi to his table, ignoring the stunned looks of the pack members present this morning. Veronica wraps me in another hug. "Good morning, Alyssa. How did you sleep?" the Duke asks as I take a seat. "Good, thank you.." I leave my sentence hanging as I realize I'm still not sure what I am supposed to call him. In my head, I've been referring to him as simply the Duke. "Adrian Castillo, Duke of Castillion. Call me Adrian," he smiles, and I hear almost every female in the room sigh. With his classic dashing looks and fancy title, he's definitely swoon-worthy.