Harold X George Novels & Stories

“Let’s not discuss it first. From what I heard, half of the leaders still wanted you as our leader. I hope the rest will follow the decision too.” Harold only chuckled as he had too much obligation. After what happened today with Jason, he was tired of everything and wanted to live peacefully with his wife and children. “I wonder if I can refuse the candidacy.” Frowning to hear it, George stared at Harold. “Any problem?” “Well, my son had an accident today, and I was so busy.” He let out a long sigh. “Fortunately, he’s okay, but I still wanted to have more time with my family.”

Harold gasped in horror as he quickly retreated backward, but it was too late—George's powerful attack landed squarely in the middle of his chest. Harold spat out a mouthful of blood as his body was propelled backward like a kite without its string, and collapsed in a heap on the ground. At least five or six of his ribs were broken in this process, and his condition was far worse than Leon's. "Harold, I'll rid you of your name as the Northern King right this instant!" George gritted his teeth in rage. Harold first took Ruth hostage and injured her, then tried to recapture her again by deceiving Leon. His unscrupulous ways angered George greatly, which fueled George's power as he continued to

Unwilling to accept it, he questioned, "Grandpa, if you can embrace Chloe as family, why did you reject Xavia back then?" "Xavia?" Harold scoffed dismissively. "She's merely a cog in the entertainment machine. What makes you think she's deserving of joining our family?" "Xavia is an artist and a renowned actress, not just—" "Only dim-witted people like you could be deceived by her. Now, go amuse yourself somewhere else and stop bothering me," Harold said, clearly displeased whenever Xavia's name was brought up. He had no interest in engaging with Jonathan and decided to join a group of old friends for a card game.

Stroking his beard, Harold then said in a serious tone, “What are you even going on about? Regardless, if you fall sick due to exhaustion again, I’ll be the one blamed, you know? With that said, take a week off, and if you come over, I’ll chase you off! Got that? Now, if there isn’t anything else, I’ll be taking my leave.” Since Xavia gave no reply, Harold then dusted his sleeves before leaving… Even though he had said it that way, Xavia could tell that he was simply concerned about her, and that made her smile. Come to think of it, Harold had been treating her particularly well recently… Perhaps it was because he now knew that she was Celia’s adopted granddaughter… Even so, he was still pas

HX’s headquarters was in D country, so it was perfectly normal for Xander to return there for work. However, Harold’s people must know that Xander was involved in this matter. It wouldn’t be easy to keep it from him entirely. "We still need to be cautious. Harold is not as simple as we think," Damon said, his worry clear, though he didn’t have a better solution. Sully had been silent, her head lowered. She knew everything about the incident between Hazel and Harold from the very beginning.

Xavier, beginning to resume his drumming of a steady count with his finger, it was slower and more considered this time as he replied, “The child was still alive and well the last I saw of him.” The response, inspiring Harold to throw his hands up into the air, there was another jitter from the orb as he pushed away from the desk. Raking his fingers through the brown locks of his hair, Harold’s tense jaw was pulled upward as he growled, “You’re just going to sit there and pretend that they never existed?” The question, more of a statement, Harold did not need an answer. Releasing the strands of his hair, Harold watched as the man stood. Xavier’s movements slow but purposeful he did not remov