Harrison Wells Dc Novels & Stories

He looked confused when he saw the police officers. "What's going on here?" he asked. "Dr. Wells," Officer Martinez said. "We need to ask you some questions." "Questions about what?" Blake smiled. "About your relationship with my wife." Harrison looked at me, then at Blake. "I don't understand." "Are you having an affair with Mrs. Rhodes?" Officer Johnson asked. "No!" Harrison said quickly. "I'm her doctor. I was checking on her because her mother died." "Then why were you holding her?" Blake asked. "Why were you at her mother's apartment?"

Harrison stepped out from the guest bathroom, grabbed a towel from the stand, and dried his hands. "What are we talking about?" he asked playfully. "Harry, Stefan asked his proxy to kick me out. I didn’t know he was this ungrateful," the man reported. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Dorothy appeared, looking confused at the unfamiliar faces. She didn’t know Stefan had friends. "Look who’s joined us," Harrison smiled, nodding towards Dorothy. "Hi, let me introduce myself properly. I’m Harrison Berlymore, a professional medical doctor with all my licenses completed," he said proudly.

Why would I stop when all I am thinking is pinning him down right now and fuck him to my fill. “Strange!” He mumbled with a smirk. Wells noticed the way to his family house. "H-how did you know about the address?” He asked timidly in a low voice that it was almost inaudible. “I did a background check.” Xylon slipped his hand over Wells hand that he had placed over his thigh. "You know a background check is nothing difficult for me.” His fingers played with Wells gently with a few squeezes as he intertwined his fingers around Wells. The car stopped in front of the big house that was in a famous family housing area.

Adaeze stopped outside a door on the second floor of the administrative building and knocked once and opened it without waiting. Harrison's office was large and organized, the desk clear except for a leather blotter and a pen tray and a single folder sitting closed in the center. The window behind the desk looked out over the compound's north garden, bare at this time of year, the beds turned over and the paths empty. Harrison was standing when we came in, not behind the desk but to the side of it, looking at a framed map on the wall, and he turned when the door opened. He looked at me first and then at Danny, the two others and then at me again.

My eyes burn with the bitter taste of betrayal as I gaze upon the boardroom full of traitors. The lies reeking up the boardroom would never be camouflaged with inane cologne, at least not to a sensitive nose. "A vote of no confidence?" I kept my voice smooth though my wolf clawed beneath the skin. "Great timing, Harrison? Harrison Wells wouldn't meet my eyes. The silver-haired corporate veteran's hand shook slightly as he shuffled his papers, and he reeked of Amelia's signature perfume.

"It's just a charity pin, Mr. Blackstone. Now please, help me convince your wife to…" "What was the name of the facility?" I interrupted. "Where you worked with Victoria?" Dr. Harrison's expression didn't change. "I've never worked with anyone named Victoria. I've been at Memorial for fifteen years. Before that, Johns Hopkins. My credentials are impeccable and easily verified." "He's lying!" Ava cried. "I saw him at Willowbrook! I saw.."

"We've completed the investigation on Marcus Wellington. He's not involved. He was at home during the attack. Multiple witnesses confirm. Also, we found significant debt in his name. He doesn't have the resources to hire professional assassins." So it wasn't Marcus. Another text came through. "However, we're having difficulty getting information on Dave Harrison. Most of his records are sealed or encrypted. His business dealings are completely private. We'll keep digging, but it might take time." I frowned. Why would Dave have such tight security on his information? What was he hiding? My phone buzzed again. Another message from James. "Sir, we did find one thing. Dave Harrison was at a char

"Well, that’s a tragedy for the financial papers, Mr Fabian. But what does a dead billionaire have to do with me? Why are you in my office?" Harrison leaned forward, the smell of stale coffee and desperation wafting toward her. "Because Madison Wellman is involved." "Madison?" Olivia sneered the name like it was a mouthful of ash. She looked at him with a fresh wave of suspicion, her gaze travelling over his dishevelled appearance. "And how do you know that? What could a high-society ghost like her have to do with the legalities of a Hemsworth death?" Harrison swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He didn't blink as he dropped the truth. "Because I assisted her in his demise."

Harrison had just finished picking a coral blue dress when he turned around, but his so called wife was nowhere to be found. “Pack this up and take me to the room with your security cameras.” The attendant hesitated. “Sir, the security room is not…” “Mr Alexander.” A man stepped out from the shadows. “It is our honour to have you here at Plaza 99. Why do you need the camera footage, please?” Harrison realized this was the manager from his name tag. “I cannot find my wife.” The manager was amazed. He did not realize that the most sought after bachelor for three years was finally taken.

Daniel Harrison’s executive secretary, Wayne Carter, stepped inside looking uneasy. “General Manager Harrison…” His expression was complicated. “President Harrison wants to see you upstairs.” Daniel Harrison? Navia’s eyes instantly turned cold. That probably meant trouble. “What does he want?” ***