John C Thompson Novels & Stories

jake draws the food tray closer to him as he begins to much on the food like a starved hippo, thompson watches jake from another room from the monitor, he had a cctv i stalled in jake's room just so he could watch him closely he had taken a leave of absence just so he could push forward with his evil agenda, thompson could care less about whatever madrees and crystals he asked about but the order came from above and he wouldn't dare disobey his boss's orders, afterall he was getting paid and had been promised to be paid handsomely if he could complete his tasks without raising suspicions from anyone, afterall he had been provided with everything he needed all he needs to do is sit and watch,

Sir Joseph Eugene Thomson is a 60-year-old criminologist and forensic expert who is also a detective. The flight time is already very high. In Great Britain, the royals have even used their services countless times to uncover some complex cases to solve. Seeing his unquestionable behavior and workings, Tristan even ordered Mario to make an appointment with the middle-aged man. He had determined that Sir Joseph should handle everything related to the case of his father's death until everything was revealed. "Thank you very much, Sir Joseph. Sorry for bothering you to the point where you have to visit the Foxtail building in person," said Tristan as he invited his guest to sit down.

“I believe this was meant as a distraction.” I glared so fast. “You’re calling this a distraction.” “Losing our heads won’t get us far. Take a sit and listen to me.” I obliged, weary of what he would say next. “Tristan Thomspon owns Thompson Pharmaceutical.” Of all the topics we could cross. I placed a leg over the other hoping he was headed somewhere. “He had shares in the company and so did his father, now he owns all of them.” “Should we be quaking in our boots?”

That bonded us. The door opened again, and a man walked in, whom I only knew because I’d spent weeks trailing him and digging up every possible dirt the man had. Dr. Jake Thomson! The doctor who had been helping Jones and Viper. Murdering and killing people for money and instantly a cold dread crawled down my spine. Why was he here?

John spoke. "I have to save him, Hanna. He's in danger." My chest tightened immediately. "What kind of danger?" There was no answer. I looked at Rose. She didn't object. She didn't deny it. "He wants to destroy everything. Starting in Greece. The biological weapons development center founded by the Thomson family." Dr. John swallowed hard. "My mentor and one of my former colleagues used to work there as well." Silence filled the room. The only sound was the endless hum of the distillation machine.

Luke Brown stared at Jack, appearing very interested in this topic. Jack: "Based on my understanding of the Thompson Corporation, for now, Mr. Kurt Thompson still holds power. However, Mr. Kurt Thompson is getting older and also suffering from a serious illness, so he has started making a will." Mr. Luke Brown: "I have already heard that Mr. Kurt Thompson wants to make a will."

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

She grabbed Ben's wrist and asked, "What about John?" "John? John Matthews?" Ben was puzzled as to why his little sister would ask him about John. Wasn't she always disgusted by him and avoided him? Suddenly, the door to the hospital room burst open, and a man dressed in a white suit walked in. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and had a clear and elegant appearance. He exuded a refined and competent demeanor from head to toe. It was Andrew Thompson, the eldest son of the Thompson family and Diana's brother.

Nancy answered, giving me a reassuring smile. "He?" "Alex, Mr. Thompson. Not only did he create the vision behind this museum but this room as well. Like I said, he's a methodical man. A man who craves discipline in every aspect of his life.”

I wrinkle my nose in disgust, my irritated gaze locking onto Vivian’s serene expression, unfazed by the suffocating atmosphere. "Vivi, who did you say is coming here again? He doesn't even have the decency to be punctual. How is he going to help us?" I growl, unable to mask my irritation. Before she can respond, a elderly, raspy voice cuts through the room. "My apologies, young lad. Traffic, they say, is a bitch," the man announces, his footsteps slow but deliberate. I glance up sharply, and my breath hitches. No way... It’s not just any middle-aged man—it’s Clement Thompson, the ruthless CEO of one of the largest corporations in San Diego. His tailored suit clings to his protruding belly, e