Edward Henry Gordon Novels & Stories

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."

He had also been gradually cleaning up his act and had begun the process to make his businesses as well as assets legal, so you could call him a business person to a certain extent. Gordon was thrilled that Zayn could still recognize him. His elation was barely concealable as he nodded fervently. “Yes, yes, sir. I thought you wouldn’t remember me!” When Gordon said that, his tone was unexpectedly tinged with a complaining whine, like a begrudging housewife.

He held a small, weathered envelope in his hand, and when he spoke, his voice carried a weight that made Lillian pause. “I hope so,” he said. “I’ve come a long way to find this place. My name is Edward Harper… and I believe I might be connected to the story of Henry and Eleanor.” Lillian’s breath caught in her throat. “You… you’re connected to them?” Edward nodded, his gaze drifting to the exhibit. “I’m Henry’s nephew. My father was his younger brother. Growing up, I only heard fragments of his story—how he’d fallen in love with a woman in Port Haven, how he’d planned to build a life with her. But then he went to war and… well, we never knew what became of him. When I heard about this garden

“Grandpa was really an astute man. He had seen this coming and prepared everything. Let’s present the evidence that he was in his right mind when he made the will.” While waiting for the court proceeding to begin, Gordon needed to secure his position as the CEO of Roosevelt Corporation thus he and Lucille flew to Jacques City for the collaboration with JC Holdings. “Victor Edmonton, it's been a long time since we last met,” Gordon said as he stared at Victor Edmonton meaningfully but the latter attention was on the woman clasping Gordon’s arm.

Then a man walked in to the hotel. He was tall and extremely handsome. He looked older than her but what attracted her the most was the brown eyes that were staring at her with curiosity. “Hello, I am Gordon, the owner of First Community Bank.” He said with a charming smile on his handsome face. Although he seemed powerful, he looked at her with interest. More like she was something that he wanted so badly. Susan’s voice trembled as she replied “Hi, I am Susan Cross from Goven enterprises “

Gordon was not at all afraid of Alexander's sudden appearance. On the contrary, he smirked. This was the person that Drake left to protect Acela? Him? He might have had a good aim at throwing a pebble from 15 meters away and broke Monkey's wrist, but that was all he could do. Gordon was the heir to the Hart family. He had been in blood baths and battles since young. He was highly skilled, not the type that wrestlers do in boxing rings. He was skilled at killing.

Before Evangeline could finish her introduction, Hank cut her off. "No need for formalities, Ms. Evangeline. Everyone knows Mr. Walter Gordon from the Gordon family, famed for ruling the North just as the Fosters do the South. Who wouldn't recognize him?" Comment by Lee Laindingold: South Comment by Lee Laindingold: North Hank reached out with a confident grin, offering his hand to Walter. "Mr. Walter Gordon, a pleasure to meet you for the first time. I'm looking forward to learning from you."

“He’s the last of my bloodline. And if you ask around, you’ll hear one thing about me.” His lips curled into a deadly smirk. “That ‘Edward Audrey doesn’t joke with his bloodline.’” He took another drag of his cigar, his gaze burning into Gifford. “Life goes on. Shit happens. But when it concerns my only goddamn grandson, I do not entertain nonsense.” Gifford let out a bitter chuckle. “You’re a damned old man stuck in your ways. Henry and Raymond are my children too. There’s no exception.” Edward’s smirk widened. “Oh? Father of the year, do you even know where Lorenzo has been for the past three weeks?”