Lockwood And Co Novels & Stories

It was Zoe’s wedding ring, its light resonating with the one his wedding ring radiated. Even if they were divorced, he still hadn’t taken off his wedding ring. He fixed his gaze on it for a long time. Then, his phone rang. It was Ava. She said in a professional tone, “The meeting’s about to start in thirty minutes, Mr. Mason.” Holding his phone, he said, “Alright.” … Lockwood Corporation launched the multi-billion dollar project without a hitch and raked in huge amounts of profits, rousing jealousy from many a competitor!

“You really are arrogant, huh? How dare you act like this in front of us Americans when Country H’s only been established for a few measly years? “Let me tell you something! As long as America is around, Country H will remain as the lackey! “Stop pretending already, Harvey! Since we’re already here, it means we’re not scared to go against you! “Even if there’s no diplomatic dispute—even if I don’t sanction the country… “If I want to, there are tons of ways to deal with you too! “Other than medicine and drinks, do you know what’s the Locke Financial Group’s biggest business? “Firearms! Out of the entire world, we provide ten percent of the firearms! “We have tons of talented people under our

“No need to worry. I’m only wearing these outrageous clothes so I can fit into my brother’s world.” “Ah—” Mr. Harvey nodded. “That certainly explains things.” “However, you must address me as Lockwood. And, if anyone asks—” he lowered his voice, “—I’m not Mr. Thorne, owner of Thorne Shipping. I’m Lord Lockwood, owner of Thorne Shipping.” “I’ve heard a few things about Lord Lockwood. He’s very wealthy.” “You’ve heard right, my good man.” Marcus grinned wide. “In fact, I shall give you a raise just to prove how wealthy he—I mean I am.”

Just silence. Shit. I was on my own. Merritt pulled the car to a smooth stop in front of the consortium’s main entrance, and an uneasy rhythm began to drum against my ribcage. The structure towered over Lockhart Digital Entertainment at least twice the size and every inch of it belonged to the Lockharts. I craned my neck, trying to catch a glimpse of the top, and my breath snagged mid-lung. Just the sight of it was overwhelming. Inside, I approached the front desk.

Eyes that were sharp and intelligent. He carried a folder in one hand, his movements confident and unhurried. Tessa stood quickly. Something about him reminded her of someone. He smiled as he approached, extending his hand. "Tessa Quinn?" She shook it. His grip was firm and warm. "Yes. Hello." "Garrett Lockwood. CEO of Lockwood & Co." He gestured for her to sit. "Please." She sat. He took the seat across from her, setting the folder on the table between them.

She typed slowly at first, as though moving too quickly might make the thing she was searching for more real. Blackwood Holdings Locke merger. The results came instantly. Pages of polished business articles filled the screen, headlines praising Damian Blackwood’s “strategic brilliance,” his “decisive leadership,” his ability to “rescue failing enterprises and restructure them for long-term success.” She clicked through several, skimming quickly. The story was consistent across outlets, Locke Technologies, a small but promising family-run firm struggling under debt and mismanagement, had been acquired by Blackwood Holdings five years earlier. Damian had stepped in at a critical moment, absorb

“…You really came here just to see him? Just like that?” Clara met his gaze briefly, smiling gently. “Yes. Just like that.” Lucas didn’t respond, but he didn’t look away either. The kids have never visited their father’s company. But Jade had shown them a lot of pictures and videos of it. The car slowly turned into the wide circular driveway, the plaza enormous, bordered by trimmed hedges and modern sculptures, employees in suits bustling past. A few glanced at the approaching vehicle, then froze as recognition spread, this was the Lockwood family car.

He's doing the lord's work. This is the first time Locke has ever arranged a party for his software firm. And it's about time. I've only been slipping advertisements into his mailbox—real and virtual—for a year. "So what made you decide to plan a party, Mr. Atwood?" He realizes he's still standing up and takes a seat, but not before bumping the desk with his knee and wincing adorably. "Call me Locke, please." "Locke," I murmur, winking at him, watching the flush creep up his neck.

"They just saw you for what you are. You traded your life, your family’s business, and the only person who actually cared about you for a seat at a table that was never yours. And now, that table has been burned to the ground." Lionel stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Ron Locke. "The Locke Group has been officially liquidated. Every asset has been seized to pay back the Mack Group’s stolen transport fees. You and your son are broke, Ron. And after the racketeering charges are finalized, you’ll have plenty of time to reflect on your 'ambition' in a cell." "Please, Davina," Ron Locke begged, his voice a pathetic whimper. "We can make it right. We can work for you! We know the Syndicate’s secr

“Mason… there’s something else.” I raised a brow. “A few days ago, I got a call from Lockwood International. They asked me to reconsider my collaboration with Eternity and with you.” She glanced around, lowering her voice. “When I refused, they… implied that working with you might not be good for my career.” I frowned. Lockwood. My family’s direct competitor. “You think they’re behind this?” “I don’t know,” she admitted. “But it’s a hell of a coincidence.” I clenched my jaw. Daniel Lockwood was known for cutthroat tactics, but breaking into someone’s home? That was a new low. Even for him.