Elizabeth 7ds Novels & Stories

Elizabeth smiled with pride all over her face. "Show me the drawing." "OK," Elizabeth pulled out a pile of drawings from the table and gave them to me, explaining, "I got the inspiration from the windmill. I thought it might be possible to build a propeller to get upward force. But this vehicle is too heavy. I plan to reduce the size of the vehicle and increase the size of the propeller in the next version..." I grabbed the drawing and looked at it carefully. The drawing was a bit scribbled, obviously not by a professional, but I could understand it.

"I asked somebody to obtain the consumer list of the BMW factory from around 30 years ago. You can refer to it." All of a sudden, Hilda came across a photo. Naturally, the woman in the photo had a hooked nose. Aside from that, she was very pretty and had an air of heavy solemnity which made her features particularly prominent. Her name was Elizabeth Jones. 28 years ago, Elizabeth was 27 years old.

he shrugged and glanced around at all the randomly placed cars. Luckily for them, Eliza had a Fiat 500. Even though it was the four-door version, it was still fairly small. She managed to wedge it in between a couple of SUVs which were parked close to the neighbor’s lawn. “Ready?” asked James as he eyed her obvious apprehension. She shook her head and took a deep breath. “Yes. I’m a little nervous, but it’s just cause I haven’t been here in almost three years.”

Presley said with a bright smile. “Thanks grandpa for giving me this opportunity. I will work hard and diligently.” Elizabeth said. “Don't overwork yourself dear.” “I won't grandpa.” Old Mr. Presley instructed the Presley’s best driver to drive Elizabeth to work. Elizabeth chose the latest Mercedes Benz. She needs to arrive as the boss because that's what she truly is.

Her gaze trailing up and down Elizabeth as she takes in her appearance. Tight red dress topped off with a black coat as her dark hair flows down her back and similar black pencil heels as Josephine's. Elizabeth leads the way to their table and Josephine spots Elijah facing down as he types away on his phone. His features are relaxed, his full fluffy hair kissing his forehead as he darts out his tongue and licks his lips. Josephine's breathing hitched. He looks so unreal. "Baby, Josephine is here." Elizabeth calls out sweetly catching Elijah's attention as soon as her names leaves her lips. Elijah meets Josephine's gaze.

Elizabeth commanded, her voice rising a sharp octave. ​"But, Mother, isn't that schedule a bit too tightly packed? Elena might be exhausted after the flight." ​"Exhausted from what? You are flying in absolute comfort in first class, Liam!" Elizabeth barked, leaving zero room for argument. ​"Mother, my itinerary in Paris is actually a bit frantic with the new acquisition project—"