George Not Found Novels & Stories

I know that she's confused by my sudden indifference towards Rozen when I always told them about him. Indeed, I like Rozen, but after this...I wasn't sure anymore. "Sisters, the kids are looking for you. I will talk to Klay and follow you in the dining hall." Sisters nodded and left me in the care of Rozen who seriously looked at me. "Are you okay now? Do you feel any pain?" "Where is George?" I directly asked. "We are still looking at him." He said. "Looking at him? Seriously? The Old Town is not that big for you to find him, but you couldn't? Why not tell me then that you ate him alive?"

“They’re in love denial.” I nodded. “Ah. He kind of has a point though.” “Just don’t tell her that.” I nodded again. “So, darling, what are you going to do?” Tom asked, cutting through Jared’s and Alice’s sniping. “I’d like to know that myself.” My head snapped up. George’s standing in the doorway, his sleeves rolled up and his tie and jacket discarded. I sighed into my glass. “Of course he’d find me.” “Is that George Stone? Stone Advertising?” Nancy whispered. “We’ve been trying to get them to work with us for ages.”

The only sound was the faint hum of Zayne’s laptop. Finally, Denovon stood up, his expression cold and steady. “Let’s go and meet the old man,” he said flatly. His tone held no emotion, no hesitation. He had no intention of giving his company to Reuben. None at all. They all stood, ready to move, but just then a loud beep came from George’s phone. Everyone froze. George frowned and pulled it out, staring at the screen. He blinked twice, trying to understand what the signal meant. Then his eyes widened in shock and relief at once.

When it came to Alix, there had been nothing. Alix frowned. “George? How would I know? You were the last person to see him.” “Cut the bullshit, Alix. He’s missing and he’s taken something of mine.” She held her hands out at her sides. “What, exactly? The only connection I had to George was signing the damn divorce papers. I don’t have a cell phone.” “Not in your stuff, but I’ve met women like you before.” He stepped away from the desk and advanced toward her.

Didn't matter. If anything, this was cleaner. Less noise.

She stretched out on her bed and washed up before heading toward the hotel’s private dining lounge. Harold, Alden, and Melody were already there. “Good morning, everyone!” Ninian walked over and rubbed her eyes. “Where’s George? Is he not up yet?” “I knocked on his door when I came downstairs, but there was no response. He has probably gone out early in the morning.” Melody said with a slight frown. “He has gone out, but not in the morning.” Alden took a sip of his milk and said calmly, “His assistant came to me this morning and told me that George didn’t come back at all last night.”

George had contacted in Mirvania had not shown up. In fact, they could not even be reached. That did not really surprise Ivanka. It actually worked in her favor. Mr. George, though, was probably adopting a scorched-earth mentality. She overheard people discussing it outside. Travis was offering advice.

He shrugged his shoulder. “Maybe he has another name I don't know of, maybe a business name.” “Why are you coming up with as many excuses for him?” “I'm not. Ok, let me call him.” She searched her phone for his number but realized that it wasn't there anymore. “I think I lost his contact.” George groaned. “I think we have had enough for the night, is time to get some sleep.” She collected the phone from him. “You mean couldn't look him up?” Michael blurted. George narrated the event of last night to him, as they sat in his office. He was disturbed and couldn't get enough sleep.

Once he got to the penthouse, he took the box of cake with him and entered. “Bambi!” He called out in a cheerful tone. She would usually rush downstairs whenever he came back to the penthouse most times. “Bambi!” George called out again. Wasn't she home? He wondered. He walked over to the couch and placed the box of cake as he strode upstairs to her room but she wasn't there either. George's expression slightly changed as he picked his phone to call her. Was she still with Elena? It was evening already. But no matter how many times George called, there was no response.

Should he find the face to tell them that a nobleman like him, got drunk in the club, slept with his ex, and his new relationship shattered? He let out a heavy breath after smashing his glass of wine on the wall. He reached for his phone and dialed Richardson’s phone number to know if Nasha was at his place. The phone buzzed at the receiver’s end, then Richardson said, “This is Richardson speaking. Who is this?” “I’m George. Please, is Nasha at your place?” George replied. Then he queried, “How did you get my number? Well, she ain’t here and besides, what have you done to her this time?