Grunkle Stanford นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Stanford Mitchell wrote, and she could feel his lust through every word “Know that I will expect a more than special thanks from you tomorrow night ;)” With a sneer, Kendra put her cell phone away again, before Roger saw that message and found yet another reason to piss her off even more. That disgusting old man might be hard to put up with most of the time, but at times like this, it was worth enduring two minutes in bed with him. Stanford was one of the few judges who had no problem fulfilling favors for anyone he owed or wanted something from. Certainly kidnapping Alice’s brat would not have been as effective as using the law to bring her there.

Chapter 11 CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW "Stanford University, class of 2016. Summa cum laude. Double major in Economics and Computer Science." I stared at the diploma in my hands, the heavy paper embossed with gold seals and signatures. My name, Camille Kane written in elegant calligraphy across the center. A degree I never earned from a university I'd never attended. "How is this possible?" I asked, running my finger over the raised seal. It felt real. Everything felt real.

She was still on the call when she shut down the laptop. "I have seen Stanford University on the internet. It's very beautiful. but..." she suddenly stopped she had something on her mind. "Hello! Sarah are you there" Grace asked as she has felt something is off with Sarah. There is a problem Grace, we will not tell our parents about this scholarship. She whispered as she looked at the closed door of her bedroom. Actually, my parents want me to go to another university, they don't like Stanford University much. I don't want them to get worried. Something rattled on the window. She got leery. There were long thick curtains at the window, She shrugged her shoulder in disbelief and again concent

Somehow and by some insane luck, it had turned out that her parents’ connection came in handy. Their friend at the university that had informed them about her paying the acceptance fee was none other than the personal assistant or personal secretary to the Vice Chancellor himself. She would have unintentionally revoked her admission to Easton University had the lady, Mrs Stanford, not pulled some strings to buy her time. Apparently that time was over now judging by the letter from Mrs Stanford written on it in bold, italic letters. She had gotten a similar one two weeks after she was discharged having spent a week in the hospital.

Mr. Stanley was old, small, slightly stooped and wears a full dark glasses with a thick frame. Just as how I imagined him to be, he held his head in his hands when he saw me in front of him, maybe he got the idea with my puffy red eyes.

“Thank you for your help.” Angelique took the brochure, pocketed the keys, and headed out to drive to her apartment — her new beginning. Her apartment was about twenty minutes away from the main building by car. The campus stretched endlessly, like a miniature city built for the elite. Manicured lawns rolled into vast golf courses, while marble-paved paths led to private cinema rooms, tennis courts, football and basketball fields, and even a hockey arena. There was an underground shooting range, a grand library that looked more like a museum, a modern game center, a private hospital, and a supermarket stocked with imported delicacies. Stanton University wasn’t just a place to study — it was

"Please Ms.Stanley, Boss is not in the office. He went out for a lunch appoitnment and will not be back for a couple of hours. It might not be ideal to wait for him for so long." The beautiful Ms.Stanley, aka Stella Stanley, is the one and only daughter of the Stanley group chairman Mr.Jamie Stanley and the favorite sister (and only sister) of CEO of Stanley group Mr.Jacob Stanley. Hearing the secretary's words, a frown appeared on Stella's face. Looks like I have to comeback another time to catch hold of Nick. I'll also see how long you can run away from me. "Fine, I'll comeback later" with that she strutted in her 5inch high heels.

Nevertheless, the campus was bubbling with posters and banners, both handwritten and printed ones, and the different inscriptions were on one thing, Two minutes CEO. (Only two minutes? That is strange.) (A wasted youth lasts for only two minutes.) (His numerous sex mates had sapped his strength). (Two minutes? What a displeasure?) (Why are the girls clustering around him? I can last longer than two minutes.) Meanwhile, Stanley had seen the posts and called his attention to it. “I have seen it. I deserve whatever she does to me,” he responded while they walked towards the car. They got into the car and the janitor for the bed greeted.

Thus Cocoa had to look for Stanley for help. He took out his parent's car from the garage and drove them to the church. Stanley's parents are both teachers in one of the local high school. They aren't very rich but still not considered poor. Stanley graduated in one of the best universities in the country. His course at the university was Bachelor of Animal Production Technology and Management just like Allan. But due to competition, nepotism, tribalism, corruption and increased number of graduates in the same field every year, they found themselves un employed.

He was calmly pulling out a chair to sit. "Stanley has a massive estate just twenty minutes from your university campus," Dad announced, a look of profound relief on his face. "He has plenty of room, top-tier security, and a full staff. He is the man I trust more than anyone else in this world." A cold dread began to mingle with a sudden, fierce heat blooming in my chest. Dad smiled warmly, delivering the final, inescapable truth. "You'll be moving in with Stanley next week."