Max X Preston Novels & Stories

Rowan snapped. Preston’s gaze finally lifted, sharp as glass. “The truth, Mr. Maddox, is that my son is dead. And the world needs to believe that so we can all move forward.” “Move forward?” Rowan’s voice broke through the polished calm of the room. “He’s not a quarterly report. He was your son.” Sloane appeared behind Rowan, her tone quiet but firm. “Preston, please.” Preston exhaled slowly, his composure unwavering. “Grief is a luxury I can’t afford right now. The company’s stability is tied to this family’s reputation. I’m ensuring neither collapses.”

Preston's condition is worse than we thought. The doctor we just found said he was poisoned. It seems someone did this on purpose." "What?" Jamie, having spent too long in U.S, had become somewhat naive. "Why would anyone do that? Is it just to sabotage our fundraising efforts?" Maxim didn't confirm or deny it. In a big world, anything was possible. "Right now, we need to find the antidote. Otherwise, Preston won't be able to help us at all."

Preston was throwing a party to get out of talking about babies with Thea. A classic Nash move. Whenever a girl became too clingy in the past, he'd throw a party and then be all over other girls just to send a message to the clingy one. Max didn't understand his logic but then again, only a five-year-old would understand Preston's thinking. So he promised him they'd all go to his house and spend the entire day drinking and catching up before they went back. The idiot had been so ecstatic that he'd planted a kiss on him.

That gave him forty minutes to get there. "Yeah, that works." "Perfect. Can I get a name?" "Maxwell Sterling." Another pause. Longer this time and more typing from Dante. "Right. Okay. We'll see you at three-thirty, Mr. Sterling. We'll take good care of you." "Thanks." Maxwell hung up and stared at the phone. He grabbed his keys and wallet and headed down to the parking garage. --- The McLaren attracted attention the second he pulled up to the curb. Apex Grooming was in a sleek building with black glass windows and minimalist signage. Maxwell parked right in front, ignoring the valet who jogged over looking confused.

Alexia said, feigning concern. “That’s impossible! There’s no one else but the Palmers!” Frank growled. “Do the names Preston and Bartz mean anything to you?” “They’re out of the picture. The Prestons are in Hesperia, and the Bartzs are dead.” “Well, Marcus Bartz has appeared, and Mary Preston is here. Catherine split the company with them as majority shareholders—Bartz holds 34%, and Preston has 33%. The remaining 33% belongs to the Palmers, leaving Maximus with only 11%. It’s nothing compared to how much he’s worked. It’s a crime,” Alexia said angrily.

Max said in anger to Giovanni, Eleanor and Peyton who let their head down in shame. "Marco put them in the lockdown buildings." He said to Marco who nodded and guided them to the lockdown buildings. He was alone in his office, sighing deeply. He called Klayton, the punisher of Blood Stone pack and also his pack, The Dark Knights. "Alpha Max, what is it?" A deep, gruffly voice said through the phone. "I need you to come here and punish three people that have failed to protect my mate." He said sternly. "Sure thing." He said and then Max hanged up the phone.

I was too nervous and this had never happened before. Mr. Antonio stared at me when he noticed I was nervous, "We can reschedule if you need us to," He said and I shook my head. "No sir, we are ready," Maxwell said with a forced smile and I nodded. When Maxwell noticed I was doing my best to compose my words but my trembling lips wouldn't let me, he gently held my hands beneath the table and cleared his throat, "My name is Maxwell Preston and this is my colleague, Miss Judith Parker, we are both staff of The Julius brand, one of the biggest fashion brands in the country," Maxwell said.

Konstantin men! " Merda! " Maximo swore under his breathe as he recognized his Stalker. He threw his cigarettes into the receptacle container and bolted off to take a quick bath. He knew he should be on his way already but dirt isn't what he could cope with anyway. He is allergy to it so swiftly, Maximo dashed under the shower and take his bath throughly. He emerges minutes later to get dress in a perfect Tshirt and a new jean. He wore one of the comfortable sneakers he could find and a sherling jacket that stop just above his knees. Just as he was done lacing his shoe lace, he received a firm knock on his door.

Pedro Hernandez Smith spent the entire time prattling on about our company, talking about Max's great achievements, as if I cared. He said that Hernandez Companies is among the most profitable in the United States due to its significant business expansion, both in casinos and in the partnerships we formed with other companies, such as the electric car brand, CIO. MaxMidia was a company Max decided to found from scratch in recent years, and it seems to be fully operational, so much so that most news outlets cite it as sources.