Joseph Charles Hunt Novels & Stories

Joseph had been preparing to get revenge on the Jasper family ever since. Noah asked, “Did Joseph come after her again?” Sean’s gaze turned cold as he recounted the time Joseph had sent people to hunt him and Charlotte down and how Desmond had been pushed down the stairs. Noah’s expression changed. “He actually used heavy weapons? This is Jersey City! That lunatic—how the hell did he dare?” “He kept himself completely out of it. The police couldn’t trace anything back to him.”

Charlie then texted Isaac Cameron from the Shangri-La: [Who is this Jerome Hunt?] Isaac replied almost immediately: [His family runs a business, they’re mostly involved in the jade industry. They buy stocks or put them up for bidding. His power within the area is just as everyone claims as well. Why do you ask? Did he piss you off?] Charlie responded: [Yeah. I’ve already asked Albert to handle this. But I do need a favor from you.]

"Just tell me what you need me to do." "For now," Charles replied, his tone less abrasive, "instruct your assistant to gather all the highly confidential files that were exclusively handled by Hunter. Afterward, you and I will sit down together to scrutinize them for any potential loopholes. I'm certain that boy has more secrets than he let on." With a nod of understanding, Mr. White summoned his assistant and relayed the instructions to retrieve the confidential files, knowing that there was no turning back once Charles had set his mind on a course of action.

Yale saw Rachel's brow twitch; he knew that he had said something wrong, and quickly corrected himself. "Ms. Lloyd, don't misunderstand me. I didn't mean that. I just meant that… Mr. Hunt isn't someone like that." Rachel asked, "Then what about Ms. Charlton?" "Ms. Charlton…" Yale bowed his head, unsure of what to say next. He whispered with uncertainty, "I don't know about Ms. Charlton." "But you should be able to tell that Ms. Charlton likes Mr. Hunt, right?" Rachel probed, as though seeking affirmation.

Hunt opened the door to Charlie’s room, and all of the attention shifted in that direction. “Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Ashton, you’ve arrived,” the doctor said as he stepped out into the hallway. He shook Mr. Ashton’s hand. “I’m Dr. Stephen Hunt. Pleasure to meet you. Charlie is doing quite well. Miraculously, the doctor aboard Carpathia was able to treat his frostbite, and he won’t need to lose any digits.” “That’s wonderful to hear,” Mrs. Ashton exclaimed. Meg took a step back toward the chair she’d been sitting in, toward the wall, toward the door at the end of the hallway.