James Patterson Smith Novels & Stories

James praised Liam. “Also, Mr. Patrick called but you were in a meeting, he said to call him back that he might've found something that would interest you.” Liam relayed the message. “Ok, I'll do that immediately, you can leave now Liam.” James said and Liam Immediately got up and left the office. James dialed Mr. Patrick on his office landline, and then put it on speaker. He picked up on the third ring. “Good afternoon Mr. Smith.” Mr. Patrick greeted.

asked Patrick Smith with a calm yet eerie look. "We've never met," said Ann Carter carefully. "Oh, of course, you don't know me. My name is Patrick Smith. I am the owner of the Smith Corporation." "Greetings, Mr. Patrick Smith. What's the matter that you're looking for me? Surely we can have a good talk and meet in a better place," Ann said, trying to keep her calm. "Pffft! Your bravery deserves praise. However, I think it's only temporary," replied Patrick Smith, grinning sarcastically.

But it was a matter of human life, he couldn't help but say again: "Sir, Madam she" " died" "what?" James Smith suddenly spoke, and Diana was stunned. "Who's dead?" “Rachel West?。” James Smith's tone was neither salty nor light, and there was no worry at all. Diana suddenly didn't know what to say. "Huh" James Smith suddenly laughed coldly again, "he is really addicted to Rachel West playing this a trap, next time you meet that woman who is making trouble, tell her if Rachel West is really like that, If she wants to die, then I, James Smith, i’m willing to give her a ride to save her from pretending to be so tired."

Danica went to say as she was cut off “Patrick.” The man said, holding out his hand to her. “You are leaving...leaving” Danica said continuing. “Ladies, I think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. I am Patrick Smith, from Smith and Brothers trading company across town- “We know...bye now” Danica said, still glaring at him. Ariadne nudged her lightly, she wanted to hear what he had to say. Danica sighed, rolling her eyes as she waved her hand telling him to continue.

She replied nonchalantly. “I’m Heather Smith. Sterling and I came to see my mom at the house where you and she met.” “Oh,” She dragged the word. “You’re Mrs. Smith’s daughter. Sorry, I’m not good with names.” She chuckled lightly. “So what’s up? I have been waiting for your call ever since I handed you my number.” “Yeah, Sterling and I would like to meet up with you today, if that would be okay. I’m ready to know the truth about my mom. And also about what truly happened with Patty; as to why she was killed.”

Smith, Lilith's uncle, surprisingly in a short period of time, and he had left the rest for me to figure out while he took care of his pack businesses. I delved into the confidential file Damian had provided, and I uncovered Mr. Smith's story—a man in his late fifties, happily married with a son. But guess what? His life wasn't perfect, as it seemed to hold a hidden darkness, veiled by a mysterious event a decade ago, coinciding with his son's birth.

"I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get justice for what they did to you." The photograph showed Thomas Smith, a contractor who had built half the schools and hospitals in upstate New York before Victoria Kane and Richard Pierce destroyed his life. James touched the glass covering his father's face, remembering the strong hands that had taught him to use tools, the patient voice that had explained how buildings were constructed to last for generations. Before Victoria Kane turned his father into a criminal.

why did it have to be him? Xyrius Dale Smith.

,said Patrick looking at Smith in the eye. "Very well lad! Go on then...." Two of the men joined Patrick and started talking about something. Smith looked at Sam. "You seem quite young to be involved in these things",said Smith with interest "Umm...yeah...",said Sam "Oh and I forgot to introduce myself! I am Smith! Bolan Smith. Call me Smith . And you are ?" "I am Joh- Sam! I am Sam. Sam Foley." "Okay then let's get going shall we?",asked Smith.

James Smith said. John Smith sighed when he heard these words. He couldn't believe that these words had come out of James Smith's mouth. John Smith was well aware of his son's abilities. Aside from eating, drinking, and having fun, he was almost completely useless. This time, James Smith had truly grown up and become mature. He knew how to think about his future path.