Maxon And America Novels & Stories

A man in a black Armani suit came, stopping near them. " Maxon Salton, Hello. " They shook their hands warmly. " Hello, Mrs Rodriguez. " Maxon bowed his head. " Hey," She meekly said. Maxon beckoned to Liam, " You stay here. I'll be back. " He said and followed Maxon.

he used his thumb and forefinger to make a zipping motion on his mouth. Honestly, the company Max wanted to partner with looked good on the surface but if he'd dug a little deeper, he would find the truth. They used their client's products to ship heroin and cocaine to every corner of the world. Emilia knew Max wasn't stupid. He'd been running Carter Industries for more than ten years and he'd been doing a good job. Which was why she didn't believe he was gullible and let himself be used for a second time. Someone close to him, someone he trusted was playing with him. She'd succeeded in stopping him from making a mistake. Now all she had to do was watch out for the person who overreacted to

I opened my mouth to speak, but she stepped right into my face, cutting me off before I could make a sound. "Maxwell Holdings is the largest, most powerful corporate dynasty in this entire country!" Clara yelled, waving her hands wildly. "They run the entire beauty and pharmaceutical empire across the continent! They own half the banks! They finance politicians, they control the media, they hold more power and respect than the actual government! Every major family in this country bows to the Maxwell name!" She grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling me down toward her level, her eyes burning like fire.

He climbed out of the car and disappeared back down the alley without another word, leaving Maxim alone in the quiet hum of the idling engine. Maxim sat there for a long moment after the man had gone, staring out at the dim alley, his mind drifting back, to exactly how he had ended up in this particular arrangement in the first place. He'd been working alongside his father years ago, quietly helping expand the Orlov trade routes into America, a lucrative and dangerous gamble that had gone spectacularly wrong the moment federal agents intercepted one of their shipments and Maxim himself along with it. He'd spent the better part of a year in an American prison before the wheels of internationa

Maxwell chortled. "Finally, after all these years, EXMO CLOTHING AND DESIGN COMPANY is getting the recognition it truly deserves. Soon, people all around the world will come to know of us. More investors will start coming and we will finally expand to various branches all around the world! " Mr. Maxwell wasn't making any sense to Melina who stared at the overexcited man with confusion. "Can you head to the point already, Mr. Maxwell? " "Ok, sorry " Maxwell let out a slight cough.

I glanced at Max, who smiled proudly. "And I’m the owner too," he added, that charming arrogance intact. I remembered the gym where I interned was his. Maxim had invested all his money and found success quickly, with three gyms already under his belt. Icarus owned a tech company, mainly focused on creating AI security programs. I huffed and rolled my eyes, letting out a little laugh. "Fine, keep yourselves busy while I get ready," I said, turning toward the bathroom. Icarus whispered to Max, half-amused.

“I don't trust that man” “me too,he looks fishy,like he's hiding something”. “i have to find out about him”. “how will you do that sir ？” Max asked, stunned. After he left Lamar's company,he prayed that his boss would never accept to partner with him. “I'm accepting the contract”. Max jaw dropped,what? he was speechless,other better and bigger companies had signed a contract but his boss was choosing Lamar's company. impossible!. “sir,they're others better companies than Lamar's”

"You can threaten me all you want, Mr. Crane. I’m a professional. I don’t crack for federal agents, and I certainly don’t crack for a billionaire with a god complex." Max didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t slam his fist on the table. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his tablet, and slid it across the cold steel surface toward the mercenary. The screen displayed a high-resolution financial ledger, alongside a series of aerial drone photographs of a secluded coastal estate in Maine.

The first image I saw was a public broadcast. Maxon Scott, dressed in a dark suit, standing in front of a human flag and surrounded by cameras. Maxon didn’t look like a monster. He looked like a young man, steady and composed, his face etched with patriotic concern. The kind of face that frightened humans might look at and mistake for leadership. Behind him stood several senators, three border mayors, and representatives of business families who had made their fortunes selling security, weapons, and solutions to problems they themselves helped create.

The boss was already aware and told him to be more vigilant because the enemy was not relenting and would do anything to have Josh and Alex dead. Max had assured his boss that he would do his best and his boss need not worry because he got the couple's back. Two hours later, Alex and Josh were wheeled out of the ICU and put in a VIP ward by max's order. Afterwards, the doctor in charge of their case requested to see Max in his office. "Good day to you, Mr. Maxwell, we believe you are related to the couple?" "Yes, I am."