Maxon And America の小説・ストーリー

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.

I exclaim happily, returning the hug that Jackson gave me. "Yeah, well, Jackson went to California to visit family, and I went to Germany," Max grins, "so couldn't exactly walk over to your house and hang out." "How was it? Fun?" Jackson asks Max. Jackson has been obsessed with any country that is not the U.S. since, like, the fourth grade when we took that world bee. He won, I was eliminated in the first round.

“Sam and I go a few years back when she used to come here with her late husband, Maxwell. Do you know him?” “I’m sure he’s not interested to know about Max, Terry,” Sam stated softly. “Maxwell Cameron, the largest real estate developer in the country and spreading across internationally,” Damian responded patiently. “Of course I know. Only a fool, who doesn’t. He was a hard-working man and ruthless in his dealings. Ruthless but compassionate.” Damian glanced at Sam when he said the word ruthless and enjoyed the reaction he saw in her eyes. He met her gaze challengingly, daring her to argue.

I felt happy that she now has someone to lean on. I left Italy without seeing her. ******* "I wasn't notified of your visit," Max said as he drove away from the airstrip in Dallas. "I don't know that I have to give you every detail of my movement now," I fired in irritation. "I am sorry, boss," Max said and pursed his mouth. "Give me a breakdown of the latest events in the farm house," I said. "I sent a memorandum to the main office already… Alex has gone through it and he has responded," Max said.

Originally he wanted to meet up with her because she looked like the lady he saved three nights ago from the men who had come to attack her. [ That night, Max's story ] It was a long day at work, with numerous files and documents to sign, and a few sites that he had to assess to confirm that the construction projects were going according to plan. Mr. Maxwell Ben Charleston, son of Mr. Gilbert Charleston, CEO of the well-known construction industry in the states. His company got contracts from all over the world and they were contracted by huge companies for huge construction projects, ranging from roads to bridges to buildings and companies.

After resolving the supply chain crisis, Leon rushed back to the country. Cold airport lights hit his tall, lean frame. Dressed in a flawless black suit, his sharp features looked even more distant. His brows and eyes were chiseled like stone, his nose high, and his lips pressed into a thin line. Even his breathing seemed restrained. The moment he stepped off the plane, police officers who had been waiting surrounded him. “Leon Maxwell, Maxwell Corporation has reported you for economic crimes. An indictment has already been filed with the court. Please cooperate with our investigation.”

“Thanks. “ I say and Max comes to stand next to me. He is dressed in a suit and even has a tie on. “Nothing to thank me for, “ he says. “You were right- I should be more careful. “ I nod. “I’ve done a lot of stupid shit on my end too, but at least no one found out. “ “Great advice, “ he laughs. “It is, isn’t it?” We chat a bit more and Max lights a cigarette too. “I am leaving in a few days. “ he says. ‘Are you ready?” “Were you when you left for the US?”

“I built something larger.” Maxwell’s voice dropped. “Where are you?” A pause. Then— “Closer than you think.” The line cut. ⸻ Silence consumed the room. Maxwell lowered the phone slowly. “He’s in the country,” he said. Mara’s face had gone pale. “That call was routed domestically.” Samuel exhaled sharply. “He wants confrontation.” “No,” Maxwell said coldly. “He wants visibility.” Amelia’s breath was shallow. “He said closer than we think.”

the man said to Maxwell before hurrying away and not long after, the hunter stepped in. Maxwell narrowed his gaze at the man stepping in. He had quite a fit build and if not for the wrinkles around his eyes and his grey hair, he would be easily mistaken to be in his forties or fifties but Maxwell knew this man was already nearing a century old. At first, Maxwell had been taken aback that the government had just told him to go see the Hunter. He had been sincerely thinking they were going to stage him being bound, and even pump some wolvesbane into him, which was the kryptonite of his kind. But instead, they had told him to drive two towns across and ring the hunter's doorbell. And then they

Max inquired, putting the phone on speaker as he started to change his clothes quickly to go out. "He only asked how our weekend in Hawaii was. We acted as you instructed, everything was normal, as if nothing was happening. It seems like he's relaxed," Alex replied. "Good, keep it that way. I'm on my way," Max said before ending the call. ***Ten minutes later, Max parked his car across the street from the bar where he used to meet his friends when he traveled from Berlin. A burning sensation ran beneath his skin. He hadn't seen Horacio since the day before the trip to Hawaii. Horacio had informed him that he wouldn't attend since he had to go to London, but in reality, “London” was between I