Novel & Cerita Lucien Lachance

Richard asked "That would be okay," Lucien said. Richard looked at Anthony, and his smile turned to a frown. "Anthony, I didn't know you were coming today," Richard said. I could tell by his tone he was upset that Anthony was there. Anthony looked like he wanted to say something, but before he could, Lucien replied "I asked him to be here. He is my cousin, and I want him here. If that is going to be a problem, then we can leave," Lucien said

But he can tell them that no more than Belinda could tell Gary that Isabelle was going to be okay. Not counting the AWOL Robert Alloway, Edward Davis is the last member of staff of Progression Software to get there. They have no idea that the youngest employee is, as Belinda has stated, enjoying himself in a nightclub. Edward apologises to everyone for being late but, like everyone else, he has managed to get here in the record time that they all manage now. Everyone in the room has had their fair share of being woken up in the dead of night by the telephone.

“They are well known. I’m sure you heard it on the news. Their leader, Laureano Vitale, is old school.” My spine straightened, and I froze. Laureano? My heart hammered as I realized that Domenico really didn’t know who I was. At all. “I thought the leader’s name was something like Thomas.” “Tommaso,” he corrected. “He died a few years ago and his brother Laureano took over.” I stared at him as tears welled in my eyes. “What’s wrong?” Domenico asked as he moved to sit beside me. His finger tipped my chin up.

“I doubt that’s true for you. You were elected chairman of the association for a reason.” “Are you asking me to misuse my position? What happens when the other executives discover your name has been removed from the list?” “I don’t know.” Lucien shrugged. “You either exempt me or pay the f*e yourself.” “How dare you?” Don Malo growled. “It seems you’ve forgotten who has the power here. You should be the one negotiating, not me.” Lucien chuckled. “It’s only a billion, Malo. I can forfeit that amount. Besides I don’t need to enter your territory to recover my money. I already know the debtor’s destination and can retrieve it whenever I choose.”

"You've broken promises before." "Not this one." For a brief moment, neither man spoke. The silence between them felt older than the tunnel itself. Adrian finally broke it. "Who are you?" Lucien turned toward him. "I've had many titles." "Explorer." "Scholar." "Traitor." "Kingmaker." He smiled faintly. "But none of them matter." "What matters..." He glanced at the journal inside Adrian's backpack. "...is what you're carrying." "The journal?" "No." "The missing page."

My eyes widened a little as I was pulled back against another body. “And you are…” Lucien. “Ah, Mr. Alden. It is nice meeting you. I am Charles Carlton. Pardon my manners.” Lucien only nodded in reply as he watched the man before us. “Let’s leave here,” Lucien whispered in my ear. “Thank you so much for your company.” “No need to thank me. Let me invite you to dinner when you are less busy?” he said, bringing out his card and handing it over to me. Lucien was fast enough to collect it from him.

He got up and went outside, and I knew he was calling my father and getting men to dig into Lucien’s past. He sat across from me, his posture straight but his hands twined nervously together. Lucien was tall, his dark brown hair falling in waves over his brow, and he had the same sharp green eyes as mine—eyes that seemed to flicker with cautious curiosity. There was something steady about his presence, a watchfulness in the way he scanned the room, taking in every detail as if memorizing it. His voice, when he finally spoke, was soft but carried a weight, as though he was used to keeping secrets. He was handsome, with a strong jaw and a confident air that hinted at his future as an alpha, bu

“She’s my wife, since she has made a big mistake, I’m willing to make amends on her behalf and so, I’ll drink in her stead.” He expected Mr Dumont to refuse. He had only said that so the people around them could see that he had tried to help Aurora. But Mr Dumont nodded and said, sarcastically. “You’re truly a good husband, drink up.” Lucien swallowed and looked around. He should have just ignored what the people had been saying. Now, it was too late to back out of this. With resignation, he started to drink. He drank glass after glass. He had never been good with alcohol, coupled with that fact that he was still recovering from the cold he caught last night, he still tried to push on.

Lucien stated and to further quell the conversation. “announce me!”. Jasper cleared his throat, to him this conversation was far from over. “King Lucien Perez Michelo da Vinci, the king of all the nine plains and beyond has arrived!!”.