Enid Sinclair Mga Nobela at Kwento

Henry—I had done business with him in the past. “This is Andrea Sinclair, the heiress of Sinclair Corporation,” I introduced, turning to Andrea. I could tell she still wasn’t used to hearing people call me Dawson. She had asked me about it before, but I had avoided the question. I wasn’t ready to open up to her yet—not until she was ready to join me in my plan. “Good morning, sir,” she greeted Mr. Henry. “Good morning, Miss Sinclair. You can have your seat.” He gestured for us to sit. I took my seat, and Andrea sat beside me.

And every time, my heart clenched, my feelings for him sinking deeper into my bones. As well as the slow, smoldering heat curling in the pit of my stomach. But now wasn’t the time to focus on that. My breath hitched as I stared at the glaring news headline flashing across the screen: "THE SINCLAIR EMPIRE: BUILT ON FRAUD?" I felt my blood run cold. The scandal had broken. “They're saying Edward Sinclair has been embezzling funds from the company for years.”

A few hours later, it was all on the news: “Sinclair Stone is a heartless man, he treated his wife badly and didn't care about his mother till it was her last moments on earth.” This was what the news was about: the years he had kept me inside the house and ignored my existence, cheated on me, and broken my heart. And his mother longs for her son so much that she had to force her way into his house and use her terminal illness to get him to let her stay. It wasn't a highly guarded secret; Sinclair only cared about people's opinions when it affected the company, so anyone who observed enough or a snitch worker at the mansion could have leaked it out to the press. We made sure to tell enough t

Despite meeting Melinda for the first time, Sinead knew about her from her investigation into the Hunt family. Sinead held no fondness for Melinda—an individual who could abandon a newborn and exploit her at every opportunity. Such people were among those Sinead detested most. Melinda was taken aback. "This is Eden Griffith's seat, and she's my daughter. May I ask who you are?" Melinda was aware of the affluent families attending Riverside Senior High and refrained from causing a scene. Maintaining her elegant demeanor in public was crucial for her image. "I'm Eden's mother-in-law, Sinead," Sinead replied icily, her gaze piercing.

Henry spoke his mind, "Ms. Sinclair is focused, reliable, and hardworking. She's also loyal, humble, and extremely kind." "Kind?" Arthur coldly scoffed as he looked at the glass bottle stuck in his left hand. He didn't think she was kind at all. It had been so many months, and she still hadn't removed the bottle for him. It was torture for him to grab it in his hand every day. Henry was in his 30s and had a teenage daughter. "My daughter loved her favorite celebrity so much that she would travel all the way to Haryndale just to catch a concert. She would always sing their songs and buy all the merchandise, not wanting to study at all. Now, she has a different idol, and that's Ms. Sinclair.

He leans back in the chair, fingers drumming against his thigh and he says, "My fiancée would like to get acquainted, Ma. If you don't mind." "Eliana? You know I can't stand that woman." Sinclair snorts. "No. Do you never watch the news? I got engaged to someone...special." My anger is gone, and a blush heats up my cheek. The woman is silent for a moment. "You found her?" she whispers, like it is a secret between them. "Yes," he sighs, closing his eyes. "She's a wild little thing. Will you speak to her for me? So she stops thinking you're one of my conquests?"

She took both children’s hands again as they walked out of the New Santerra airport arrivals area. Suddenly, a loud voice called out, “Ms. Evelyn Sinclair?” The woman with the two adorable twins turned. Yes, the stunning woman was none other than Evelyn Collins, now known as Evelyn Sinclair. Five years had passed since she left New Santerra at her father Richard Collins’s command. She never imagined returning with the two twins she had raised alone. If it weren’t for her friend’s recommendation from overseas, Evelyn wouldn’t have thought of coming back to the place filled with painful memories.

I tell him. Sinclair smiles and pulls me by the waist, pressing my chest against his. "Heather is just a friend. I haven't been with any other woman since we had sex. You may not believe me, but it's the truth, Little Greene. You've slithered into my head, and I can't get you off. These past days have been hell without you. " He assures, and I try to hold back the excitement that floods through me at his words, but languishes miserably.

I have no idea what that reason is. “I talked with Enid last night. She told me that she remembers hearing a conversation between Natalie and someone over. Natalie was on the phone.” Nick says. Enid is his younger cousin that he looks after. Her older brother is in the military and stationed overseas. Their parents both passed when Enid was 18 in a fatal car crash. Nick promised his cousin Randy that he would keep an eye on her until he got stationed back in the states. Enid was unable to come on this tour with us because she is attending college at Harvard. She is ridiculously smart. She wants to become a lawyer.

I also contacted the Lawyers team of Sinclair enterprises, just in case. Kade called me back with the news that a 100 grand has been deposited into her account from an employee who works in the E&W cosmetics. The competition of Sinclair Enterprises in the cosmetics department. This is a typical rival tactic to tarnish the product's name. I have all the details, but I don't have the evidence to prove that the product is not responsible. No time to dwell on it because the interview is going to start in 30 minutes.