Jonathan Bennett Bulge Romane & Geschichten

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Ayden was looking forward to this deal because of the competition he had with his rival company, Bennett Enterprises. Today was the day the deal would be handed over to either the Campbells or the Bennett. Ayden would be damned if he let such an important deal slip out of his fingers. If there was any man he hated the most, it was Jonathon Bennett, the CEO of Bennett Enterprise. Judging by their preparation, Eleana was confident that they would crack the deal.

It was moving and JC felt it too. SOMEWHERE not far from the center of the city the family of Senator Benigno Aquino Jr. was mourning. The house was a bungalow, with a green gate. Tonight it was open for people to pay their last homage to the person whom they thought would release them from the clutches of the monster. It was located in Times Square Avenue and a long queue which stretched several blocks away was controlled and disciplined to a certain extent by the people themselves.

On the eastern part were technical devises and on the southern wall liecash and four set of bullet proof vest and suit. “Dollars for what? Is this our payment?” “Will you accept that if they will only pay you that little?” he runs his fingers on the dollar bills. “We need cash in case the bank that we are named after were get audited to check our real identity. These are just reserves honey.” “Okay, so when we will get started?” “Today is Sunday, its Sabbath day. Let’s work tomorrow” crossing his legs and leaning low on the chair. I rolled my eyes around the four corner of the room; I will be working here for quite some time. No, I will be working with this man inside this room for a long pe

Elio just smirked and said calmly, "Make fun of you? I'd be too kind. You're the one without shame, chasing after a woman who's already married. What do you think you are?" Lana yelled, "Zip it! What's wrong with a long face? It means he's lucky and rich. That's way better than a weakling like you. I like Bennett and want him as a son-in-law. You should just divorce Evelyn and leave the Jones family." Bennett grinned, feeling proud, and bragged, "You hear that, kid? Evelyn's dad and mom like me better. What do you have that can beat me?" "You don't have a job, right? I'm a deputy general manager with a yearly salary of 300 thousand dollars."

"Bennett, remember to pick me up tonight." "You can go home with Mom." Morgan shook her head. "No, Mom will nag at me on the way." "Being nagged might be beneficial for you." With that, Bennett dropped her off at the company's lobby. "Go make money. I'm leaving." Bennett retrieved his phone and called Jonathan Mitchell, his junior. "Meet me at Bell Avenue." Jonathan didn't say anything and simply hung up. Shortly after, he sneaked out and went to the street just one block away from where he worked.

He threw his car keys into the air and caught them again. "I'll do whatever it takes to make her heart melt for me, old man." "Go for it." Benitto replied briefly, smiling as he let Jonathan go. Benitto shook his head at Jonathan's stubbornness. Strong as steel. There was nothing he could do but wish them both the best. ***

Bennett did not bother chasing after them. He’s already injured from the battles he fought earlier. If he pursued them, he might not necessarily be able to kill all of them. Bennett turned around, and his eyes passed over Simon, then zoned in on James lying on the ground. He quickly squatted down and checked on James’ injuries. After assessing James’ condition, his face turned black with fury. He spat lividly, “That wretched old man! How could he be so underhanded as to attack while James’ back was turned to him?”

“And I’m proud to announce my new position as Chief Financial Officer for Caradelli International.” The air seemed to leave the room. Nora’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. “He’s working for them,” I muttered, disbelief giving way to rage. On the screen, Jonathan continued, his words slicing through the tension like a knife. “The Bennetts’ leadership has lost its way. This is a new chapter for me, one where I can truly make a difference.” The news cut to analysts discussing the implications, speculating about the Bennetts’ supposed bankruptcy and what Jonathan’s defection meant for the family’s future.

Surely, there was never smoke without fire, and beneath this smoke was a brightly burning, dangerously heating, and fast-spreading fire. "Let me begin by offering my condolences to you, The Romanos, for the unfortunate and untimely loss of Charles, who, as we all know, was a father, and also a friend." This voice belonged to Johnathan Bennett, the Patriarch of The Bennett family. He is also the CEO of Bennett Conglomerate and the long-time rival of Charles. He was seated clad in a suit and tie, his face was filled with sadness.