Jenn Carter Real Name Novels & Stories

She likes to wear heels. Marilyn Carter - A 45-year-old woman who has green eyes deep like leaves of a tree in the spring season. She is very polite and loves her son a lot. Drake Carter - A 24-year-old guy who is very polite and loves his brother a lot. He is a person of the average mind. Carla Pearson - A 25-year-old woman who is the daughter of the owner of the company Pearson Groups. She is beautiful but is absent-minded. She is arrogant.

As soon as they neared the house, Janna hugged and kissed the side of her head, which she got used to as well because that’s how Janna acts when she’s traveling and she rarely comes home. “And this is..." Janna looked at Callahan, always pinning into her hand that she was the mother of Celine. “I am Callahan Alec Simmons, Mrs. Montgomery. Nice to meet you,” Callahan introduced as he shook hands with her. Montgomery. Celine wanted to grimace after what Callahan said. Montgomery was the last name of her real mother which she used to hide her real identity. “Oh, hello. You must be my daughter’s boyfriend." She joked and laughed as any mother would come into their judgment if their daughter woul

She just reached for her cooling tea. Sazon reached for his phone and called Barshan. “We just got word that Pepper could be Jessie Carter’s daughter. We need an in depth profile of Jessie Carter. Nicky told us that her attorney of record isn’t Leon Knight. The attorney she had was Cullen Brandt until Cullen was killed in a car accident a month after Jessie died. Need to know how Leon got her paintings. The paperwork he showed us looked legit but it might not have been. There also a trust set up in Pepper’s name. Can you check it out?” He listened for a moment before he hung up the call. Then he looked at Mikial and nodded. “He’ll find out what he can and get back to us.”

[Already on the way. He turned off his cell phone and watched the news on the small TV mounted above the cash register. While the queue was still quite long, he focused on the news. [Jennifer Dunn allegedly committed an act of terrorism at her agency's building after she was fired by the agency's CEO. The up-and-coming artist is now a fugitive from justice for blowing up the car of Shawn White, the CEO of the CMA agency].

Both of them froze and turned toward the screen. The announcer’s voice rang clear: “An anonymous source has released evidence of popular politician David Carter’s involvement in fraud during his time as CEO of Carter Collections, before his son Preston Carter took over. There are also circulating photos and videos of David’s promiscuity with prostitutes in America. According to Senior Police Officer Akon Jake, this evidence automatically disqualifies him as a candidate in American politics.” David’s wine glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. His face turned pale as panic consumed him.

he chuckled. He nodded his head, "Jarek Kalon Carter. Three first names—I like it." He smiled. "Actually… more like four. I want him to have your dad's name as his middle name." I explained, and his eyes instantly looked up at me.

The caption read: ‘THE MYSTERY WOMAN WHO BROKE THE CARTERS. Ruby covered her mouth. “They set you up.” I could barely hear her over the blood pounding in my ears. “They filmed that argument. ” I swallowed hard. “They knew this would leak.” The reporter continued: “The Carter brothers have yet to release an official statement, but inside sources claim the eldest, Zane Carter, called her a ‘traitor in disguise.’” The words hit like bullets. “Turn it off,” I said quietly. “Lena” “I said turn it off!” I shouted, snatching the remote from her hand. The screen went black, but the echo of my name, my image, my humiliation, lingered like smoke in the air.

Another bad decision waiting to happen. Jenna strolled in, grinning like she had won the lottery. “I come in peace—with a news piece.” I barely looked up. “If it’s about your latest reality TV obsession, I’m not interested.” She slid into the chair beside me, resting her chin on her hands. “Oh, this is better. Much better.” I sighed. “Fine. What is it?” She leaned in. “Word around the office is that Damien Carter rejected the chairman’s daughter.”

Carter said, his voice edged with amusement, "congratulations to the bitch and her playdate on their engagement." "What?" Jenna's voice cracked with shock, and I finally turned around, stepping closer to Carter—close enough that his hand never once left my waist. Jenna looked appalled. "Did you just call me a bitch?" Carter tilted his head and gave her the fakest pout I'd ever seen. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was I not obvious enough, darling?" His smile widened, cruel and sweet. "Tell me, do you see any other bitch in this house?"

Everything looks good. Her milky skin was exposed clearly because she was wearing sleeveless clothes. And it made the few men who were there not take their eyes off her. Maybe if they follow the news about fashion and the like. They will know clearly who the woman is currently in the cafe chair alone. She is Jennie. Famous designer who founded Jenjay to produce famous designers like herself. She's been here half an hour with a promise she has made with someone. But she did not expect that the person she would meet until now still had not come. And that of course made her feel anxious.