Novel & Cerita Fanfiction White Collar

"Hey, I haven't hit you for a long time. And my hands are itchy." Even if I hadn't heard these sounds for over half a year, I could easily tell who they were! When I was in prison, they were the subordinates of Mrs. White. Every one of them contributed a lot to bully me back then! I said immediately, "Ten million dollars! Deal done!" Seeing that I hesitated for so long, Mrs. White doubted, "Ten million dollars? Are you f**king that rich?" "Yes! My husband is Patrick Cowell, the boss of Towering High Group!"

She had anticipated love like a magical fairy roller-coaster tale like Lydia and Miles always looked like in the magazines or interviews. She hadn't fantasized about the idea of a cheating boss. That was out of her imagination since she never sympathized with dishonesty or cheaters and right now she was on the verge of talking her piece of mind out loud to Mr. White if he hadn't pretended a cough to catch her attention. "Yes?" she responded with a frown which she failed at covering it with a smile. "Sit, please." Mr. White offered in a calm and controlled tone as if nothing had happened.

No one to hear me scream. The men moved closer, spreading out to cut off any escape route. Not that there was one. My heart hammered against my ribs. This was it. This was how Maddison Whiter's story ended, not in the society pages announcing my wedding to Jude Morrow, but as a body discovered behind some forgotten warehouse in the industrial district.

With that, she swiftly departed from Whitlock Corporation, her mind filled with happiness, leaving Jason to complete the task at hand. As Nathalie sped towards her home, a blend of excitement and apprehension coursed through her veins. She knew that once the pictures went public, there would be no turning back. Her plan to expose Ethan's indiscretions was set in motion, and she yearned to witness the aftermath firsthand. Meanwhile, Jason diligently uploaded the selected pictures onto the article, each image seemingly more incriminating than the last. With a calculated strategy, he crafted a bold and attention-grabbing headline: "The CEO of Whitlock Corporation Caught in a Steamy Affair with

White Group was indeed adding fuel to the forever, trying to unite all forces to take advantage of the situation to bring down Jones Enterprise. However, White Group’s blatant targeting proved that they were not the masterminds of this incident. If White Group wasn’t the mastermind, then who could it be? She couldn't think of any other colleagues who would do this. Such actions would directly harm their interests, so they wouldn’t... As she walked, she thought about it. When she passed a table where several female employees were seated, she overheard their gossip. "I never expected Mr. Quicksilver to be such a person. He looks so rigid and introverted usually. I never thought he'd be a fanbo

the personal assistant explained. "Oh that!"r white suddenly remarked as if he had been in another realm, "We would just have to find a good replacement for her," Mr White concluded as he watched the man mid his head in n affirmation. "Yes boss!" He asserted and immediately turned to take his leave, "I think.there is something.bigger going on!" Mr white declared as he thought about the news he had just seen. He knew Isabella was married to Vincent which meant Jessica being pregnant with his child only indicate that she was Isabella's rival.

"Understood, Mr. Samuel!" My men bowed in respect and strode out of the study, leaving me alone in the vast, silent room. I let out a long breath, leaning back against my grand chair as I massaged my throbbing temples. My mind was still consumed by an immense, gnawing curiosity. How could a ruthless organization like the White Tiger Group be willing to dirty its hands to help a madwoman like Bianca? What exactly had that wretch offered them in exchange? * * * *

There was something so sexy about a man's forearms, wasn't there? He shrugged, also watching Nate and Kim. “It was hard to miss. I’m Agent Scott Tabor with the Federal Bureau of Investigation White Collar unit, and you are?” “My wife,” Nate inserted in icy, clipped tones as he attempted to put himself between Kim and the strange man paying her far too much attention.

He poured a drink he did not want and thought, because there was no one there to stop him, about the boardroom. Bad art. A view of a car park. Whitfield in a shirt that had been ironed by someone who loved him, eleven employees, a sublet, and an offer on the table that would have made him rich by 37. Anton had watched him read it. He had watched him read it twice, which meant the numbers had done their work, and he had felt the specific pleasure of a man about to be agreed with. And then Whitfield had squared the pages, and slid them back across the table, and said it.