Lee Conrad Novels & Stories

I was unable to observe the floor he chose as his bulky physique obscured the buttons. Conrad is one of the hands that Lance trusts in everything, like Hannah. At a quick glance, he may seem grumpy due to his consistently serious expression, but in reality, he is caring and has a touch of joviality. It’s astonishing that he holds the position of HR at the Heavenly hotel, perhaps to make it less evident that he’s one of Lance’s trusted aides. It took a while before we got to the floor we were going to. When the elevator door opened and Conrad was the first to get out, I quickly glanced at where we were on the floor.

Kaden states. “I am sorry that I….” I started to say. “You don’t need to apologise, little sprite. I don’t blame you at all. I would have thought the same if I had found all the things you found. I had no idea about the shirts. I hardly ever need to get into the closet. I hate to admit how unobservant I am, but I didn’t even notice all the other little things she did. Thankfully Lawrence noticed her acting shady and decided to keep an eye on her. I have no idea how or when she slipped that condom into my garbage.” Kaden tells me.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

Alfred answered. Conrad pushes the trolley and goes into his room. He was amazed to see that his room is perfect for him. A white room with perfect lighting, a soft bed, a study table by the window, a built-in closet, and his own bathroom. It’s everything he expected it would be. Alfred knocks on the frame and asks if he needs anything. Conrad replies that he’s good and will start unpacking his stuff. Alfred leaves and gives his time to unpack as he went back to the living room. Conrad suddenly realizes that Alfred has a different accent. For him, he thinks as if he heard that accent before, but he can’t just remember.

"That's right! If you don't wish to die, get on your knees and apologize to Conrad right now! Bring the money to him as well!" All of Conrad's subordinates in the room whipped out their weapons and bellowed at Liam in rage. Conrad had an icy grin on his face as he handed his cigar to the person next to him. He then got up from the couch and said, "I'd like to see if I could live another day after taking the money away." He immediately walked up to the table and opened the white briefcase that was on the table. In the next second, Conrad's expression darkened beyond measure. He was utterly stunned.

Her gaze wandered around all the gathered people until it finally fell on me, and her smile brightened even more. "Due to the situations that have occurred in recent days, I would like to use this moment to introduce myself to you before I announce what will happen next with Green Forest Pack." Conrad began his speech, drawing all his attention to himself. "My name is Conrad Levi Thoreau, and I am the son of Levi and Clarise Thoreau. Your former rightful leaders." His confession sparked another wave of whispers, which Claire silenced this time.

Conrad replies. The way that Conrad is talking to his father, is the Conrad that I knew before. Before when he haven't ask me to be his temporary secretary yet. Befote when I also captured him just like his father. A businessman that only cares about his shiny reputation. Turns out, I'm wrong again. 'Cause this businessman, is also a stripper. A stripper that drives me so effin crazy.

Craig comes in, with a man that looks like a much older version of him, followed by a woman with blonde hair fixed in loose curls and a white fitted dress. I'm not sure what Mr. Adams is plotting, but I instantly feel like grabbing a few of those margaritas that Mr. Adams is pouring into those cups. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨