Novel & Cerita Jason Rothenberg

Other than Jason, there were no living relatives left for her. John studied the mighty Jason Cho. He was well aware of Jason Cho. His striking blue eyes were numb while his handsome features were solemn. He had heard a lot about this man. Jason was the CEO of Cho Corporations, the largest conglomerate in the country. At thirty one, Jason Cho was the most influential man in the business world. He was known for his strategic takeovers of other companies and his company was worth billions. Men envied him and women wanted to be with him but Jason was indifferent to other people.

He had not forgotten about Madison’s cute face as she pouted her lips when she arrived late yesterday. “I found you a consultant for your company today.” Jason smiled at her as she got in the car. “Consultant? Who?” Madison was curious. “A patient of mine named Abe Newerth, recommended by Arden.” Jason’s mouth. “You mean the Abe Newerth?” Madison covered her mouth in surprise. “What about it? Is he famous?” He subconsciously asked as he saw her surprised expression.

"Sapphire , Anna is very nice. I have known her for long time. You will love her. I think you should get to know her and befriend with her." He told her as he worked on his laptop. She realised she doesn't know a thing about her husband. Sapphire eyes narrowed and she sat on the seat in front of him. She gave him a tight smile and asked, "so how long have you been friend with Jason and his wife?" "I guess it's been 15 years now, we were together in high school." He told her still typing. "Oh wow that's long. I didn't had one loyal friend till now." She told him as frowned firmed on her head as matt and Dove face formed in her mind.

"Dark roast, two sugars, splash of cream." His eyes light up as he accepts the cup, genuine gratitude warming his weathered features. "You're an angel, Tamara. Absolute angel." "Just trying to keep you functional." I settle into my chair, powering up my computer. "Though I have to ask— did you even go home last night? Because that's the same shirt you were wearing yesterday." Jason glances down at his rumpled button-down and has the grace to look sheepish. "Caught red-handed. There was that armed robbery case from Tuesday, and the witness statements weren't adding up, so I figured I'd just—"

Not in the last life, and not now. I was going to end up fighting. "You okay?" Jason asked, his voice softening. "No," I admitted. He reached over briefly to squeeze my knee, his eyes darting back to the road. "Whatever happens, remember: we can most likely beat them with a solid plan. They've got nothing on us." "We don't even know how many people the Roth gang has," I countered. Jason smirked, his excitement bubbling to the surface again. "You haven't heard? Ever since their previous leader was murdered, a lot of people left, got arrested, or just disappeared."

He wasn’t part of the company—never had been—but he was always nearby, watching from a distance. He glanced at my empty hands. “No box,” he observed. “I didn’t need one,” I replied. Something like approval flickered across his face. “Amber,” he said, gesturing toward the quiet seating area near the windows. “May I have a few minutes of your time?” I crossed my arms. “If this is about defending Oscar, save it.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “I don’t work for my brother.” I paused. “I represent my father,” Jason continued calmly. “He’s one of the company’s largest investors.”

Earlier that day after Jason dropped Ashley off. He went over to the office to resume work. He called Tony, the head security to run a thorough background check on the Cooker family. Reyes had already announced him as the CEO that will continue the business. When Jason stayed in New York out of boredom he started sports and took training for soccer though he never really took it seriously he made a name with his gorgeous and handsome face. Girls could literally go crazy trying to get a picture with him or his autograph. But now he is back to take over his inheritance.

“Jason, I'm sorry I may be acting too dramatically, don't you think it's wise if you shared with me your plan of introducing new investors in our establishment?“ Richard asks Jason Quamily, still trying to be composed in order not to offend him” “Brother, you've only been too busy, it's only unwise to bother you with something I can govern. You've been overworking bro” Jason cheers, panting his back softly while my heart keeps striking heavily. “Richard for heaven's sake, why do you derive pleasure in faulting Jason's hard work? Why do you keep doing this? You're not the only smart person. Jason is too. If you are open-minded you will see that involving these investors in this establishment

He did not look happy at the idea of being forced to sit here. The man to the left of Argus was an older man, about 60 and he had a few strands of pure white in his brown hair. He had old, wise looking dark eyes and according to Alpha Reed, he was one of the men who had thrown their breeder to the side when they got 'too old' to breed. He looked old and sullen.

Everyone in the entertainment world has a secret that they don't want others to know. This is one of the few extreme truths that Jason has ever taught. Claude was no exception. When he returned to the set, he saw Jason looking down. Aaron quietly crept over and whispered, "Do you know who just arrived?" "Who?" "Sect's boss Ruber Johnny!" The guy jerked his head at Jason, "There's a huge difference, so he's shocked." The guy said that reminded him of the man wearing the Hugo Boss, and continued, "He's just got lucky. If Jason could meet Henry Jackie too, he'd be no less than Ruber Johnny. "