Garrett Jobless Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was always impossible to talk about myself without mentioning Elle. ‘I met Garrett when I was at my lowest point. I felt God had finally listened to me and answered my prayers. He was so sweet and loving. His smile was breathtaking, it was what made me fall for him. Garrett took care of the hospital bills happily for the first two months then he became aggressive. Any little thing, he reacts with his fists.’ I swallowed hard again before continuing.

Garrett. The name flashed in my mind. This was him. He had lost everything. His job. His money. His pride. Now he wanted to take my safety too. He had hired someone or done it himself. Rented that room across the way. Set up with the right lens. Captured me unaware.

"Actually, I was hoping we could discuss a small raise—" Mr Garrett bursted out laughing and tried to stifle it with his palm . "A raise? You've got some nerve." He stepped closer this time. "You come in late, again, and have the audacity to ask for more money?" "Please, Mr. Garrett." Her voice shook. "You know I'm a hard worker. I just need—"

Then, the voices of two men sounded out! "Mr. Gardner, I wouldn't have used cheap second-hand mattresses to replace high-end ones if it wasn't to help you make money! But I got caught by that new CEO of Taylor Group and lost my job. No one in Solana City will accept me! You can't just watch me suffer!" "Don't tell me you were helping me. Haven't you also pocketed a hefty sum? Added with the money I gave you, you won't starve even if you spend the rest of your life jobless."

she said with a forced smile and went far away to sit next to her quirky friend. Next few hours I spent on getting every single detail I could on that guy. His name is Garret and his grandfather owns Joy’s so he is working here as a manager for the time being. He is a human. Huh? Pathetic. He has clean records and everything about him screams a god boring little guy. I watched silently from my car as the guy served tables and handled some other stuff. To be honest he doesn’t look like a bad person but still… I don’t want him to mess around with Amelia.

"Everything. I put my job on the line for you." I struggled against him, and my heart was beating so fast. "You are insane! I can never be with you." "Maybe," he said, his voice calm. "But at least I was willing to fight for you." "Let Me Go." "No," he said simply. Then, unexpectedly, a gunshot rang out. Garrett's grip on me loosened, his body shaking forward as I saw the discomfort in his face. His mouth opened slightly as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

“Mr. Mayor, we knew you wouldn’t disappoint us.” Cole and I smiled as we shook his hand and said our goodbyes to him. When we got outside the house, Cole went inside his car, and I went inside mine behind Cole’s car, and my cell phone rang. I rolled my eyes when I saw Garrett’s ID on the screen. I hoped, for his sake, that he didn’t call to tell me he fucked up the plan. “Yes, Garrett?” I answered. “Boss, I’m sorry, but he tricked me, and the next thing I knew, my gun was gone, and he was nowhere to be seen.”

Garrett clutched his face, eyes blazing. "I hit you. Need me to pick a better day for it next time?" "I" smirked. "What—you can parade your mistress around the house, but I can't defend myself? Garrett, do you honestly think every woman on earth exists to orbit you? Take a good look in the mirror. Strip away the Ashford name, and what exactly do you have to show for yourself?" "That business acumen you're so proud of? You managed to lose $300 million on a simple acquisition—and your father-in-law had to step in and clean up the mess."

"Relax, Garrett. Remember that bar fight we got into? Way worse than this. I'm fine -- just... if I end up with a scar, you better not ditch me." Garrett caught her fist against his chest, his eyes brimming with tenderness. "As long as I'm here, I won't let anything happen to your face." "And if there is a scar... I'll marry you." His gaze was so intense that Scarlett let out a soft little moan and buried her face in his neck. When Garrett looked up, scanning the ER for staff, his voice took on the tone of a man accustomed to giving orders. "I'm Garrett Monroe -- my company supplies half the equipment in this building."

Loretta sneered. Garrett left the prison hollow and defeated, her shrieks chasing him down the hall. Jim's business empire only grew larger, and in the end, he bought out Frank Corporation entirely. I devoted myself to medical research, winning awards at a young age. Now, when people saw me, they didn't call me anyone's wife. They respectfully addressed me as Dr. Wheeler. Garrett eventually left the rehab center and moved into an old, abandoned villa on the edge of the city. One day, I drove out there to see him.