Its Jeff Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'm sorry you had to go through all of this." Jeff nodded, a weary smile touching his lips. "Thank you," he replied softly. "It's been a long road." Drake's curiosity piqued as he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Jeff's. "So, how do you want to go about it now? What do you want to do?" Jeff's expression turned thoughtful as he considered the question. "I want to find a way to expose the truth," he said, his voice firm. "I want to bring justice to those who have used their power to manipulate and control."

“It wasn’t me.” Jeffrey glared at him. “Stop trying to fool me. I’m old, but my mind is still sharp. Edward was ruthless and wouldn’t know to hide after making a mess of things. If you seized him, let him go now.” Elliot grew grim, asking, “Am I supposed to let him walk free and agitate you again?” Jeffrey kept going, “You’re not powerful enough. Don’t do anything that’ll make you a target.” Elliot looked at his grandpa. He felt like laughing and saddened at the same time. It was no wonder Edward said Jeffrey had his favorites. How else could he explain this?

Jaymes POV I took care of myself the weekend and today when I woke to go to my lecture I realized that I can't remember the last 2 months and I don't know how to fix that but the one thing I know is I'm not gonna miss any lectures its my final year. I wish my parents and brother was here to talk about what is going on. It feels like the world has gone crazy, its like everything is upside down it's not like there is anyone I can talk to and have them listen to me.

The group wasn’t dancing anymore, but because they were tired and lazy, they just sat at their designated table and drank. “Are you from Batangas, Jeff?” Sasha asked. Jeff nodded. “No. I only stay here during my vacation leave.” “What is your job? How did you get to know Tito Franco?” Ashlee asked. “What his job is, it’s my job as well,” Jeff simply said. “How old are you?” Belle asked. “What do you think?” said Jeff.

“I’ll take my chances.” Blake raised an eyebrow, clearly testing him. Jeff shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back like he was cool as ever, even though I could tell the nerves were still bubbling underneath. “I’m a good guy,” he said honestly. “No rotten skeletons in the closet.” I snorted softly under my breath. That had to be the cleanest, most polite way anyone had ever described Jefferey. “Besides,” he added quietly, “Esther doesn’t even know any of this yet.”

“ A zillionaire? I asked myself. I got out of the bed and run to my mom in the kitchen. She was chopping some broccoli. “ Mom, have you seen the new trend? I asked. “ No, I was busy making breakfast for myself” she replied not even looking up to me. “ Mom, Jeff is a zillionaire? She said. “ Jeff? Who is Jeff? She asked. “ Dad’s previous driver, the one we had set up for Kaira” I whisper.

I finished cleaning the living room and the kitchen when Jeff came down running. He's wearing a black hoodie with a white inner shirt and a pair of black jersey shorts. He looked at me and I suddenly felt intimidated by his gaze because it seemed like he's judging my clothes. I am wearing a simple black shirt and a pair of leggings. He shook his head and cleared his throat. "You woke up early," he chimed and I nodded. "Are you ready? It's two kilometers from here." I nodded again. "Sure. Let me just wash my hands, "I replied and ran to the sink to get my hands washed. I wiped using the kitchen towel before following Jeff out of the house.

Isaiah jolted forward, and extended a hand to Jeffrey, who shook it firmly. "I'm glad." Jeffrey replied, before turning to me and raising an eyebrow in question. I dismissed Isaiah, before returning Jeffrey's curiosity. "What is it?" I say in between low chuckles. "Your P.A is a fine young man. I was of the belief that you did not hire personal assistants, y'know? Something about that interview where you said they were just glorified nannies." Jeffrey teased. I found myself laughing at my own words, which did not happen very often, unless I was telling a joke.

Jeffrey thought, staring at Rome as he sat down. When their eyes met, he smirked and said, “Hello, Mr. Jeffrey. This is our first time meeting, so let me introduce myself. I'm Rome, Rome Ford.” “Yo-u a-re wh-o…? Mr. Ford's son? I thought you went missing years ago?” Mr. Jeffrey said, wiping his palm on his trouser to dry the sweat. “I'm back. But I'm not here to play catch up. I came on behalf of my wife.”

Jeff says as he packs his laptop back into his bag. “You’ll come back after dropping her off right?” Jessica asks him. He sucks his teeth, “I have work, I think you guys can handle the rest.” I watch as Jessica's face falls with inquisitive eyes, but she manages to wipe it away before Jeff could notice. “I would say ladies first, but I have to survey and see if everything is safe before you come out.” Jeff says before sauntering outside. Turning to face Jessica I press down on my squeal. “You totally have the hots for Jeff.”