G. Robert Evans Iii Novels & Stories

’ ‘Mom, he is Garvin Berett, the one you recommended for the contract. ‘What? Did you disclose that you are married and have children?’ ‘No, I didn't.’ ‘Good. Come home and let’s strategize. I will assist you in winning him back.’ ‘Okay, but there is an issue. I will inform you when I arrive at your location.’ ‘Alright, hurry up.’ With her mother's reassurance, Evangeline couldn't help but smile upon hearing Iris say, “Thank you, and I'll instruct the chef to prepare anything you desire. The bill is my treat.”

"Just give me a name, Robert." "Evander Sinclair," Robert stated clearly. The name echoed in the quiet room. I recognized it immediately. Evander Sinclair was a myth in the business world—a brutal, reclusive billionaire who had turned his family's shipping and tech empire into a global superpower before he even turned thirty. My father had spoken of him with immense respect, almost fear.

she replied, her tone hinting at the complexities of their relationship. The following morning, during breakfast, Evan felt compelled to share something significant. The room fell into a hushed silence as he mustered the courage to speak. Grandma, her face adorned with wrinkles and her hands showing the signs of age, exuded an air of authority. Without hesitation, Evan announced, "I am going to be a father again," delivering the news with the detached demeanor of a reporter, indifferent to whether it was well-received or not.

He'd spoken out of turn, without information, without— "Good," Brian said, a small, barely perceptible nod of approval. "Alan Price wrote up that proposal. The GeoCore CEO, a man named Robert Evans, wept in my office yesterday instead of signing it. His company is his life. He's not irresponsible. He's trapped."

_______Evans___________ “Dad will be discharged today” “Yeah, I know”said Natasha my sister “Did you find him a caretaker like the doctor said” “Yes, we did” “Where is she? She is supposed to be here” “She on her way with mom and Madison” “Wait, Madison is back?” “Yes” “When?” “Yesterday” “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” “She wanted to surprise you” Just then, there was a knock on the door

Standing at the center of the crowd, Carmen lifted her chin and said with a sneer, "You should've done this from the start. It's not like we can't get by without you. "I'm not doing this for money, and I'm not looking to get anything out of anyone. I'm a lot more honest than you are. From now on, I'll take care of everything in this apartment complex. I'm all anyone needs." As the crowd continued to hurl sarcastic remarks at me, the sharp tap of a cane came from the back. Then, Mr. Evans from the third floor slowly made his way through the crowd. His legs weren't what they used to be, so it took him a while to make his way to the front.

henry answered and then he moved some feet away. "Why is he really here Grayson" "I already told you Mr Evans, I haven't seen her in months and henry hasn't seen her in years"he answered "So why haven-" "The memories are back Chris" "Mrs Evans!!!" Grayson exclaimed and Mr Evans was speechless for some seconds " how? What happened?" He asked eagerly "According to my knowledge, you weren't supposed to tell him Mrs Evans" Grayson said, he was so furious. "God dammit, can someone answer me?" He was getting angry "who triggered it?"

she asks, her voice laced with anticipation. "To the church," replies Evan casually, his eyes scanning the road. "Why?" Barbe asks in surprise, innocently blinking. "George Stanley is getting married today," Evan says. "Have you forgotten about that?" "Oh, so, today is his wedding! What are we going to do there? Are we going to stop the wedding?" Barbe is getting more and more curious. Evan contemplates her words and says, "I will let you know. Just do as I say, okay?

“This is Shaun Stone,” Evan says smoothly, gesturing toward the man beside him. “Mr. Stone’s eldest son.” Oh, fuck you, Melissa. Looks like you were right. Eldest son, huh? Which means the mysterious new bastard son was conceived somewhere in the middle of Randall Stone’s very respectable marriage. “And this,” Evan continues, “is Dr. Liana Carlson. One of Bellevue’s residents.”

M I K H A I L “Wife?” I echo, not sure if I heard what Evan said correctly. “Brody is married?” “According to the records of Washington state, yes he is,” Evan says dryly. “He kept that deliberately hidden. He didn’t want anyone to know, and it’s because his whole operation is to get to scam women into giving him money. He does that by roping them into relationships, and so far it worked with a lot of people.”