Geoffrey Moore: Books Novels & Stories

Jeremiah said quickly. “Really?” Geoffrey raised a brow. “Because from what I’ve seen…” “Geoffrey.” “You have practically moved into the café.” Geoffrey continued. I smirked. “Ah. The cafe?” Jeremiah shot him a glare. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, Geoffrey.” “Oh, I’m definitely starting,” Geoffrey said, closing his book completely now. “You disappear every day, come back late, and suddenly you’re smiling at your phone like an idiot.” “I don’t smile at my phone.”

"Henrick~" Both of them turned to the familiar voice. It was Moe. Holding three books that he borrowed from the library. "Wow. Smart kid." Henrick poke fun at the newcomer. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Let's see who's going to cry later. There's a part in the worksheet that needs some digging." Henrick's smile turned to frown when he sensed the meaning of his words. "What do you mean? I haven't answered half of it yet." Moe grinned at him. Waving one of the books. "I'm not sharing this with you~"

Geoffrey endured the pain on his face: "Gambling, organ trafficking, inciting unrest in Miami." "That's all?" Amelia's gaze was calm. "Think carefully." Geoffrey's pupils contracted. He had indeed left out the stock market, but very few people knew about that. He didn't believe the person in front of him knew. "That's all." Geoffrey said firmly. "Just those things, but they've already been ruined." Amelia rested her chin on her hand and looked at Elijah: "Elijah, it's up to you. This man won't shed tears until he sees the coffin."

Moore's eyes fixed on Shirley, eagerly waiting for her response. Shirley stayed silent for a moment, then finally nodded silently. Upon receiving Shirley's answer, a sense of relief seemed to wash over Old Mrs. Moore as she said, "That's good. Finally living up to the ancestors of the Moore family! If this part of the collection is lost, the Moore family will suffer greatly." The three treasures of the Moore family: books, medicine, and tea. Books are the top priority. Losing any book would be a significant loss. Moreover, the Moore family's collection of books was extensive.

Geofrey asked, sensing my sadness. "I just remembered something." I responded quietly, feeling the urge to cry. "I'm okay." Eyeing me, he seemed unconvinced of my words, but after a moment, he just shrugged and headed towards his bookshelf. Beginning to rummage through the many volumes in front of him, Geofrey mumbled quietly. "What are you looking for?" I asked, unable to control my curiosity. "Maybe I can..." "FOUND IT!" He boomed, pulling a leather-bound book with years of wear on it from the shelf and slamming it down on his desk. "This should answer all your questions."