Jonathan Bennett Bulge Novels & Stories

They must get the latest news. Conley chuckled and said, “It’s really interesting! Bennet the lad doesn’t have other abilities, but he is quite good at kicking someone when he is down. It seems like Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment can’t hold on anymore. If he gives another kick this time, this is going to speed up Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment to be destroyed.” Ryan remained silent. He silently stared at Bennet on the live broadcasting, and he felt anxious. What did he want to do?

“More importantly, that old b*stard, Dane Benett, has been saying that I’m the one stalling after getting the support of the four great Martial Arts Alliance! “He told me to accept the conditions as soon as possible, or else the four great Martial Arts Alliances would add more!” Colton Torres slammed the table again. “That b*stard! Sometimes I really want just to quit!” That said, Colton never did that. He knew that with Dane’s narrow mind and short vision, he would probably accept such humiliating conditions.

Lorenzo f‌elt a spike of ra‌ge s‌o pure​, so h‌ot, that his vision blurred. H‍e zoome⁠d in on the man’s​ face. "Who is⁠ he?⁠" Lorenzo demanded, h​is voice droppi​ng to a t​errifying whi​s⁠per. ⁠"Ju⁠lian Bennett," Gi​ovanni said qui‍etly. "British‌ architect. Clean recor​d​. No deb​ts. No c‌riminal history. He volunteers at a do‌g shelt‌er‌ on‍ weeken‌d⁠s."

Bennet into the living room, unsure of what other storms would hit me today. *** ** * The phone on the wooden table vibrated briefly, its screen lighting up with an incoming message from Hazel. Jonah Bennet, who sat with his jaw clenched and a purplish bruise at the corner of his lip, looked down at the line of text on the screen. His eyes widened instantly. He immediately stood up. However, before he could leave the table, a large, heavy hand landed hard on his shoulder, forcing him back down. "Hold, Bennett," Coach Muller growled, his red face betraying a rage that hadn't subsided since last night's incident. "You two, talk."

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?”

However, upon entering the office, I feel Bennett’s severe gaze scanning me from head to toe, and as if my presence bothers him, he adjusts himself in his imposing chair. "Look who’s here!" Mr. Abravanel hisses with satisfaction, flashing a huge smile right after, causing me to shift my eyes away from my boss's cold stare. "Júlia, I want you to meet Mr. Alexander Vitton. He’s the CEO of Bolt Vitton and also the man responsible for the newest and most promising project of Bennett Designer. Alexander, this is Júlia Ricci. She’s our newest and most talented architect." "Ah!" I flash a professional smile at the extremely elegant man, shaking the hand extended in my direction.

Jacob said as he introduced them, “This is Mr. Bennett. I believe you already know him.” He was doing his best to please both men, as they were among the most influential figures in the city. Jonathan nodded with a faintly sarcastic smile. “Everyone in Silverton City knows Mr. Bennett.” Asher replied coldly, “I’ve heard quite a bit about you too, Mr. Blake.” As the two men stood facing each other, Jacob could clearly feel the tension filling the air. Just as the situation began turning into a silent confrontation, Elena gently tugged on Jonathan’s sleeve.

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