Gordon X Henry Novels & Stories

Dad was forced to marry her in exchange to save their company from going bankrupt. Julian Adam, or my dad, is an amazing investor, and the best company to supply all kinds of needs to ships and vessels. He's opened three more sights since then, making it into a bigger company. His main warehouse is in San Pedro, California where most vessels arrive. It has given mom the lavish life that she likes; filled with expensive cars, designer clothes, the house of her dreams, and a fancy lavish life.

They were all experts. Henry, in particular, was the cream of the crop. The middle-aged man was short and stocky. His hands were much larger than ordinary people's and were covered in calluses. The bones on the back of his knuckles were bulging as a result of all the years he spent practicing his punches. He was definitely no ordinary man. Under Henry's lead, the security guards walked out of the building, picking up the bats and steel pipes that had been left abandoned on the ground. They then stood in a row in front of the building and waited.

“This is my daughter, Bella. And this is Henry, who recently returned from abroad to help me manage the company. I believe this is the first time the three of you are meeting.” Henry, now realizing that the man before him was a figure of immense importance, quickly shifted from being cautious to displaying a friendly demeanor. He extended his hand in greeting. “It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Henry Martin, a student of Mr. James. I’m currently assisting him in managing the company.”

Monique smiled. "Thank you, Song Xu. The document you sent me before helped me a lot and saved me a lot of time. That's why I completed it so quickly." Monique thanked him sincerely. "You're welcome." Song Xu got into the car with Monique. ... Henry left Marriott International and came to Gourmet Court. He was tall and straight, with a handsome face. He had a well-defined outline and straight sword-shaped eyebrows. He had a straight nose, sexy thin lips, and perfect facial features.

As Harrison was breathing nervously on the phone, Henry's gaze turned cold as he muttered to the phone. "Brother!"

“That other guy was… one of Langston’s teammates. Parker something.” “You don’t know his last name?” She shook her head, taking another sip of her drink as he situated himself in the booth across from her. “I don’t remember. He’s an athlete. I don’t know much about sports. Why are you late? Is everything okay?” Henry blew out a hot breath and looked for a waiter, calling him over before he said, “Not really. I had a budget meeting. It didn’t go well.” The waiter was there then. Henry ordered a stiff drink and asked for the man to bring Juliet another cocktail before he turned back to face her. “I’m afraid I’m bleeding money over these stupid films. Perhaps I need to reconsider.”

Myra’s smile softened as she thought of Tony and she teased, “Did your uncle bribe you into complimenting him like this?” Henry flushed before he flapped his hand dismissively. “No, not at all.” She couldn’t help but beam when she saw how flustered he was. It wasn’t long before they arrived at the mall. After having parked the car, the both of them headed toward the men’s boutique. Henry had an acquired taste since young, given that he was the heir to both the Reyer and the Hart Families. Even Myra was left slightly astonished at the understated but tasteful pieces that he’d chosen from the various collections on display.

Henry opened his mouth “I have dealt with him a few times, he will keep his word as long as you don’t double cross him or his interests.” “What about better prospects?” Chris quirked an eyebrow “Would that sway him?” Henry shook his head “Not in my experience, he is old school, handshake and honour of word kind of guy.” “Aren’t those types extinct?” Eric chuckled while Addison joined “That’s why we call him a dinosaur.” “Can you arrange a meeting for me with him?” Chris asked as he planned his next move. “When?” “How soon can we meet?” “Let me make a call?” Henry stepped out of the room.