La Enmienda Del Sr Wyatt の小説・ストーリー

I had to get home early for my small assignment. “I’m driving to the factory,” Callahan said, and before I could ask him about Rudy, he continued, “Tell Rudy to buy cake and ice cream for later.” “Huh?” I gaped at him. "For... later?" “Wyatt? Who’s Wyatt?” Bob and Millicent muttered simultaneously, only the tones were different. “What?” Callahan asked as he finished his salad. “Didn’t you hear Wyatt? He said everyone,” he muttered, emphasizing the last word.

Terence frowned upon hearing that. Wilson took a deep breath as he felt the atmosphere gradually tense up. However, it seemed that Wyatt was oblivious to Terence's expression as he kept rambling on and on. Soon, Wyatt's assistant picked up a call. He passed the phone to Wyatt, saying, "It's a call from the chairman." Wyatt's expression shifted as he answered the phone. His attitude was much more compliant during the phone call. After hanging up, Wyatt smiled and said, "It seems like I'll have to schedule another date with Ms. Sage when I visit Henkel next time. The headquarters instructed me to return this afternoon."

the three males in the room growled, making her laugh. “Calm down! I’m kidding,” she giggled. Cain glared at her. “You’d better be.” She scoffed. “Like I’d want to sleep with that oaf!” “Let him hear you call him an oaf,” Wyatt chuckled as he walked into the room. “He’s deservingly an oaf. It’s not my fault in any way,” she smirked. “True! So, what’s this meeting about?” Wyatt asked. “Not so much a meeting as it is some report back,” Cain told him.

Nadia responded. Wyatt promptly nodded, expressing remorse, "I apologize. I made a mistake earlier. Miss, please forgive me." Even after Wyatt offered an apology, his lingering, lecherous gaze on Lana's captivating figure and beautiful face persisted, as if he couldn't tear his eyes away. Disgusted by Wyatt's behavior, Lana couldn't help but question the familial connection between him and Nadia. Something felt off, and Lana couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the situation than met the eye.

Wyatt POV “Wyatt, you have a call on line two,” I hear Catia’s voice through the intercom. I press the button before replying to her. “Is it important?” I ask without raising my eyes from my emails. Lorenzo is trying to ruin my business, even after signing the fucking paperwork. “It’s Sandrine, and yes, she said it’s important,” Catia says and I let out an exasperated breath. What the fuck is wrong with people?

"Did you really have to ask?" It was absolutely normal for Wyatt to reply to my question with another question. "Thank you for this. It's really important." He scoffed, a huffing sound audible to me. "Stop sounding like a woman, Dex, it feels so cheesy I can't even stand it. I'm busy right now but expect an update from me tomorrow morning. Ciao." The line dropped dead as I chuckled. He was still the same old Wyatt. I rang my secretary and asked her to bring Emilia over. It was time to straighten things out with her.

Wyatt pulled his mind from Kimberly’s magnificent legs and delicious curves. He’d rather spend Friday night with her than with a ‘sweet, nice’ girl. “Can’t you find someone else, bro?” “There isn’t anyone else, Wyatt! I wouldn’t have asked you if someone else was available.” With a frown, Wyatt scooped the legal pad off the desk. He scanned the page-long list of scratched-off names. “You asked Fred? The security guy? And you asked him before asking me?”

> Wyatt sent out in pack link. I added as Jay glowered.

Wyatt replied, his tone unshakable as he cocked his head to look at me with that panty-dropping smile. "But you returned, anyway." Matteo quarrelled with a sigh of disbelief. "Very perceptive of you." Wyatt scoffed, the sarcastic comments flying back and forth like a damn tennis match, making my head spin. "I returned because that matter is taken care of. You can go and get your Beta. I offered to bring him back, but he wasn't keen on leaving the girl." Wyatt shrugged. I watched Matteo's jaw tighten, his lips thinning out into an angry line.

Lorna had sown her own future with her choices. “Make sure to up my donations to compensate,” Wyatt told Amanda. “I don't want the charity to suffer because of that woman.” “I figured you'd say that,” Amanda replied. “I've emailed you new consents. Send them back to me whenever you get the chance.” “Thanks, Amanda.” “Anytime, Boss,” Amanda told him. “Enjoy the new island. Let me know whatever you need.” Wyatt hung up the phone and grinned. The day was already going better than expected.