Hamilton X Laurens Novels & Stories

David was stunned for a moment. He was distracted by his own car and did not pay attention to the other person’s car. Seeing the car, his face immediately turned pale in fear, and he shouted, “Oh my god…” Benjamin, Gladys, Thea, and Alyssa got out of the car one after another. Immediately when they saw that it was a limited-edition Maybach, their faces turned pale. The person they bumped into was not someone kind either. He was the overlord of Cansington’s underworld, Xander Lawrence.

"I heard that it was Larissa who successfully sealed the 30-million contract with the Hamilton Group." "I used to think that Charmaine was pretty. But upon comparing her with Larissa, her beauty is rather ordinary. Be it looks or body figure, Larissa completely outshines her!" "Not only is Larissa beautiful, but she is also smart. Don't be fooled by Mr. Hamilton's disability. Aside from being the CEO of the branch company in Ambrollum City, I heard he is the heir of the Hamilton family in Jaedornia!" Everyone was shocked upon hearing that.

Charlotte blew her a kiss and left the office and gave Janet a wave from the elevator as the doors closed in front of her. In the parking lot, she went the long way round to check the reserved parking spaces. There it was: Logan Hamilton, next to the building's other entrance. Parked in the space was a Lamborghini. He probably got his own elevator to go up to the top-most floors where his office was.

The Ferrari and the Bugatti had its headlights on dim, lighting the hanger. Bruce waited for her in front of the Jag. “By the way, all this is off the record.” “Damn. There goes tomorrow’s headline. Hudson vs. Hudson in Illegal Racing,” she said with slight disappointment. They walked to the little group. Trevor’s eyes widened when he recognized Beverly. “What the –?” “Don’t ask,” Bruce and Beverly said at the same time. Trevor’s eyebrows rose. “Okay,” he eased out. “What are the stakes?” Bruce asked, getting right down to business.

As the traffic stalled, the window of the adjacent car slid down, revealing the elegant, refined features of Liam Martin. The two most powerful men in River City locked eyes across a mere five feet of asphalt. Liam offered a polite, measured nod—a standard courtesy between rivals. Xavier, however, didn't even bother to return the gesture. He looked at Liam with the casual disdain one might afford a stray pebble on the road before turning his head away. Liam’s expression remained calm, his mask of "Gentleman Martin" unbothered by the slight. But as his gaze drifted toward the passenger seat of the Rolls-Royce, his entire body turned to stone.

“No can do!” Max shouted. When he saw Charlie start to back off, he jumped on him instead and said in a loud voice, “Guys, you heard him, right? You said it yourself, Charlie, ‘Hamilton can win because he is Hamilton, not because he has the best cars’. If so, let’s race and see if you really deserve the Schumacher nickname..” Charlie waved his hands timidly and said, “Hey, Max, just forget about the whole thing. We are not even at the same level, it’s not fair.”

Xavier hurriedly ran towards her, then said, "Can I have one of the cars before you go crazy with them?" She gestures for him to follow her to the underground parking lot where there are almost 50 cars in total. "Pick the car that you like, and I'll bash the next one beside it," Latton yelled at Xavier. Xavier glanced at the different luxury cars in the parking lot and was thinking of getting a sports car, but when he got in the Mayback Exelero he found it small as he couldn't properly move his legs. After hours of searching, he chose the Phantom Mansory Conquistador, and beside it was another Rolls-Royce Phantom which Latton started hitting with the golf club. Although Xavier is aware of wh

Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, unblinking, focused entirely on getting to Amber. She'd stopped crying, but her face was still flushed, her eyes still red-rimmed. She looked exhausted. Relieved. Beautiful. I forced myself to look away and focus on the road. … The Laurent mansion was… impressive. That was the first word that came to mind as I pulled up to the gates. I'd known the Laurents were wealthy — everyone in Missford knew that. Kevin Laurent was an international F1 champion. The family name carried weight in business, politics, high society.