Eren Yeager Age Novels & Stories

Damien stood at the entrance of the Yeager family villa with a broad smile to greet the incoming guests. “Sir, a 10-thousand-dollar Volkswagen just drove up,” a servant leaned in and whispered to him. “10 thousand?” Damien frowned. Today was the grand 90th birthday celebration for Terry Yeager, the great-grandfather of the Yeager family. Every guest here was rich or powerful, with even the lowest-end cars costing at least a hundred grand. Who would dare bring a cheap car?

The elders of the Yeager family flew into a rage after they learned that the Quantz family was in trouble. They did not take a mere Leonel seriously at all. The first elder, Dwight Yeager, was so angry that he threw his cup and bellowed, "Who does Leonel Farley think he is? He's just a general. How dare he meddle in the Yeager family's business! I'd like to ask Fieryn King what he's playing at!"

The hundreds of disciples on the square of Celestial Gem Organization all looked in the direction of the voice. A rather handsome young man walked over. He looked to be about 18 or 19 years old. And he was a Rank 10 Earth King Ranked Realm Ranked Realm cultivator. Reaching the Rank 10 Earth King Ranked Realm Ranked Realm at such a young age, this young man was undoubtedly a genius. A disciple of the Celestial Gem Organization said in a low voice, "It's Alfred Yeager."

“Go!” “You’re not going to give me a pay cut, right?” asked Kayson in an exploratory manner. Sadie barked, “I’m not going to!” Kayson left with a content smile. Sadie sat on the office chair and said, “Captain Yeager, please… clean up here.” “Sure, Ms. Wolfenden…” Captain Yeager suppressed the excitement in his heart because he did not expect that such an amazing person was hiding in the company! ‘Mr. Yarde is actually such an impressive fighter!’

They shook their heads and sighed. "If you ask me, Mr. Yeager's pretty pitiful too. 20 years ago, his son was switched at birth. It wasn't easy raising his adopted son, and now that son has jumped off the rooftop. Before death, he even did so many things no one could make sense of." "Mr. Yeager has two sons—one is dead, and the other is ill. Even though he finally got a heart transplant, who knows how long he'll live?" "Stop talking. You're so loud. If Mr. Yeager hears you, you'll be in serious trouble. What if he takes his anger out on you later?"

For example, the head of the Yeagers, Jared Yeager, who was also Stevie's father, held a high position in the government, and his status was even more prestigious than that of the Swalesbury mayor. His status thus determined that the Yeagers had a strong network of contacts in the political circle. Someone like Fabian, who was only the chief of a police station division, was nothing more than a small fry in front of the Yeagers. "Hi, Chief Feeney. I believe you already know about my cousin's case, right?" Stevie was currently in the hospital, waiting for Joel to come out of the emergency ward. "Mr. Yeager, I only have a rough idea of the case right now. I'll gather more information from my s

Adam Yeager, an elderly man with graying hair and a long beard, slowly descended into the Yeager courtyard. The injured Matthew cried out with joy, "Mr. Adam!"

I remind him, glancing over my shoulder back toward the campsite. “We have, Falcon,” he responds, sounding tired. “You know, unlike you, I age. I am confined to this old body that moves slower. Things would run smoother if you were here to oversee this all.” “You aren’t that old, Edgar.” I frown, and he chuckles. “I am seventy-six. You knew my great-great-great-grandfather and those before him. You know they lived a little longer than eighty.” “I don’t have time for this right now. Just. I’m on my way to the site, but it will take me time to get there.”

Yates's voice, you sound older than me. The man's slender knuckled hands tapped against the arm of the wheelchair. "You're thirty-six this year?" "I'm twenty-six, ten years younger than you." Javier's face turned the color of a beetroot! 'This man really knows how to hold a grudge!'

“Go!” “You’re not going to give me a pay cut, right?” asked Kayson in an exploratory manner. Sadie barked, “I’m not going to!” Kayson left with a content smile. Sadie sat on the office chair and said, “Captain Yeager, please… clean up here.” “Sure, Ms. Wolfenden…” Captain Yeager suppressed the excitement in his heart because he did not expect that such an amazing person was hiding in the company! ‘Mr. Yarde is actually such an impressive fighter!’