Horrid Henry Lazy Linda นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

JULIAN The job site smelled like wet concrete and diesel, and Adrian Voss showed up in shoes that cost more than my mother made in a week. "Those are going to get ruined," I said. He looked down at them like he was noticing them for the first time. "They're already ruined. I stepped in something on the walk over." "That's called mud." "That's generous. It moved." A cement mixer groaned somewhere behind the chain-link fence, and my mother's crew called out numbers to each other across the lot, the kind of shorthand that only makes sense if you've spent years learning it. Adrian flinched at the noise like it had personally targeted him.

Henry shook the woman off his arm and furrowed his eyebrows. “What the fuck? What are you doing here?” He questioned, his face twisting in disgust. The woman was Linda Scott, the heiress of the Scott Shipping Company. Henry was once set up with her for a blind date. He thought he was meeting her father, Robert Scott, only to find his daughter waiting at the table. They planned to have a marriage alliance with the Ford Corporation but Henry already had a marriage arrangement. He addressed the issue and told them he couldn't marry Linda because he wasn't interested.

Henry tried to give Lucy more medicine, but she playfully refused. Henry smiled indulgently and drank it himself. I remembered his germaphobia—he never drank from anything someone else had touched. Suddenly, Henry's phone pinged with a message. He opened it and my faint voice came through: "Henry, I'm dying. I'll hate you forever." It turned out that Linda had sent my recording to him. Henry's face darkened as he shut off his phone. "Henry, did something happen?" Lucy asked. "Susie just loves these little tricks to get my attention. Ignore her—let her make a scene. If she can send messages, she must be back at her workplace. Why should we worry about her?"

“I mean you don't look any different than you did back at the firm.” Henry said. I gritted my teeth, refusing the urge to slam his head into the ground. “Oh please…” Belinda purred, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You've always been such a tease.” Fucking bitch. Acting as if she wasn't silently eating up every word from Henry. “I'm just a gentleman, Linda.” Well what do you know… It's Linda now, huh?

The one-way mirror should keep me hidden, no matter how large the hole in the wall might be. Even so, every time Antonio seemed to glance in my direction, my imagination ran wild, filling my mind with thoughts I couldn't suppress. It felt like he had thrown himself on me, sending a shiver down my spine. My name was Yvonne Barker. I was a confident and curvaceous woman in the prime of my life, but my husband, Philip Barker, struggled with certain issues and hadn't been able to meet my needs in that regard. Philip, a long-haul truck driver, was often away from home, leaving me feeling lonely and unfulfilled.

"I am sorry for acting rudely towards you last time." He replied, "No. I think I should apologise instead. Why would a stranger block your way and demand to speak with you over something that does not even make sense? I am sorry." I nodded, looking away. He went on, "Well, would you mind telling me your name?" "Linda, or Lin if you like. And you said you're called George, right?" "Yes. And wow, you have a clear memory. You can call me Georgie, that's what my friends like." I nodded. An awkward moment of silence fell between us, but he broke it off after a short while, "Do you mind us becoming friends, Lin?"

She sighed then her gaze shifted to my arm. "What happened to your arm?" Annah points at my left arm that's wrapped in a casket. "Don't worry about it." She eyes me for a second then lets it go knowing that I'll be fine. "Anyway, back to business." Annah is an arms dealer, her company is one of the best companies out there they call themselves 'The Caters' She does dirty work here and there but she knows how to cover up her tracks

I was petrified by Dicken’s stare and couldn’t move. But the shouting voice outside immediately drew my attention. “To the idiot who’s still in there, if you don’t come out now, I will blast the door open with dynamite!” He then laughed sinisterly. “Or else, I will blast someone’s head open!” Shortly after, I could hear someone cock the safety of a gun, followed by the sound of Henry’s crying. He screamed in agony, “Stop! Help! Don’t kill me! Miss Linda, please help me!”

Henry went over to stand side-by-side with her, while she asked in concern, "How's your grandma?" "Still unconscious," Henry replied. "Don't worry. She's definitely going to be fine." Linda flashed an assuring smile as she took his hand. At the same time, she was cursing Madam Barnes in her head. The sooner that fossil died, the better! She was a walking time bomb in every sense of the term! "Yeah," Henry replied softly, noticing Linda's weary look, and did not pull his hand away from her grasp. Rory was standing on her toes and looking around, and she smiled sweetly when she saw Henry and called out loudly, "Daddy!"