Gotham Alfred Novels & Stories

Chapter 90 A black Lamborghini screeches to halt in front of the king’s mansion. Alfred climbed out of the car and walked inside the mansion with Andrew trailing behind him. They both looked so tired, especially Alfred. He was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. He still couldn’t believe he had seen Daniel after all these years and he still had the gut to stand to his face after what he did to him. He’s so disgusting. He hated him the most for that. He’s a murderer and would always remain one no matter how hard he tries to hide it, Alfred thought.

“Remember, it's not enough to simply have a Gift; it's how you choose to use it that defines who you truly are.” “I had thought, however, it might be helpful for you to train with the aid of my own Gift.” Alcina pauses. “Your...Gift?” Alfred, who possesses the most powerful telepathic Gift to have ever been recorded in known history; who had been graced with the effortless ability to not only read minds but shape them, into something entirely foreign and of his own making. Alfred who, as soon as he had grasped a control over his Gift, had thereafter sworn never to invade Alcina’s mind against her wishes; and who had never raised his Gift against his own sister, without permission.

Then, she added, "But don't make it too obvious. What if we're wrong? We'd just upset him." "I know." Jade nodded. However, her attitude toward Alfred was no longer as warm. Alfred was on the phone in his car. "Don't worry. Since when have I failed at anything?" he said to the person on the other end. "My identity? So what if they find out? I'm not some criminal. They can't fire me just because I am your son." He didn't think that Jenny was someone like that. He talked with Mortimer for a bit, then hung up. He'd come to Jenny's company to grow closer to her.

Alfred was a young and handsome man who fascinated Scarlet in all the ways possible. She loved him too much but clearly, she loved money and power more. Her greed and lust for a better life had forced her to come to this cafe and now that she thought about it, it wasn't exactly a bad idea. After all, she always wanted to be with the powerful in society. Ten minutes later Alfred walked through the Gilmore doors, looking handsome as ever, and today, he was in his sportswear. He would have been okay if they had been humans, but his woman wanted something else.

Leon said. He already reached the overall strength of the Intermediate Almighty State and even managed to kill the Scarlet Thief who ranked fourth place on the criminal list, so he was confident that he could hunt other criminals down in the future. "I'm afraid that won't work!" Alfred shook his head. "Why not?" Leon asked.

Including Gideon and Alfred; now the old man knelt on the floor before his mistress. “I’m sorry, Madam!” he cried out, making Margareth look at him with a glare still filled with anger and emotion. With his head bowed, Alfred kneeled in regret. He looked as though he were before a queen, ready to be punished at any moment for his wrongdoing. Alfred spoke in a trembling voice, “I didn’t expect the young master to be alive, I underestimated him. I should have made sure he was dead then! I shouldn’t have rushed to leave him just because I was injured! Please forgive me, Madam! I will do anything to make up for my mistake!”

“You think you’re in control here, Alfred? You think this little setup makes you a big man? You’re still the same pathetic coward who hid behind your family’s money while you bullied a man who was worth ten of you.” Alfred’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes narrowed. “Careful, Jonas. You’re in no position to make demands. You brought the money, I assume? Fifty billion is a lot of cash for a 'loser' to scrape together. Or did you have to sell a few of Oliver’s organs to make the down payment? Especially now that he is dead.” Brandon Kristoff, standing just behind Alfred, let out a harsh, barking laugh. “He’s got the bag, boss. Let’s just take it and finish this. I’m tired of the smell of thi

Who knows what the real reason was now. Within those two months, Alfred began to act strangely, and I noticed that money was being freely given to Ivy in large sums. Last week, he took her to a lavish party at the Lycan Kingdom, which was where the problem happened. Alfred, who was drunk, attacked an officer who was flirting with Ivy. The Lycan King, Darren Weston, ordered Alfred to turn himself in for punishment.

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

“I mean, you’d have to be if you have five million lying around for blackmail. And you’re clearly a man of influence if anyone’s going through this much effort to find you. Whatever your name was, it must be one worth forking out five million dollars to protect.” It wasn’t a question as much as a poorly-veiled attempt at prying. I couldn’t help it. “It’s Alfred,” was all he said, his tone curt and final. “That’s the only name of mine you need to worry about. And I assure you that you’ll get your money’s worth for your help. You have my word.” I’d been promised things before and had them ripped out from where I’d buried the words in my heart. But while I had no intention of believing anyone a