Miller-stewart Novels & Stories

Mitch knocked on his office door and entered. Theo turned and nodded at the low table in the corner of the room. "I'll examine Jose there." Mitch sat down at the table and immediately spread the papers in front of Theo. "Josephine Miller, twenty-seven, born in Connecticut, to father Harris and mother Martha Miller." Theo sat across from Josephine. "Why do those names sound familiar to me?" A few years ago, all the media were buzzing about Harris Miller due to numerous business frauds and tax evasion. He and his family lived in a palace worth twenty million dollars, they had summer houses in France and Hawaii - I mean, they were more than well-off. "Theo remembered that story.

They want to exterminate them but, they didn't have a choice to do so. The first and most influential family is the Styles family, while the second was the Miller family. Jamie Miller was a member and a young master of the Miller family. Not a long ago, he had been made his name at the top in became the most important figure in the state of Eastblue. After hearing a small company that rapidly rising, he met Angela Winston, who was deeply attracted to. Unfortunately, due to the circumstances, she did not have the opportunity to talk to her. The moment he returned, he investigate her background and found that she was a strong willed woman who fought for her own career in the corporate world.

Therefore, success could not make one dizzy. She simply experienced a small amount of kindness, but she failed to realize that it was only a front for something that could hurt her. Stella pursed her lips, remaining silent. After turning around, she headed upstairs. She then trudged back to her room with her suitcase. Clarence reached out, pressing his temples together until he heard her close the door. "Found anything?" he asked as he phoned a number. “Indeed, Mr. Conrad. Adolph Miller is the name of the individual who was captured on camera. He."

I read Daniel Reeves’s message twice and then I put my phone face down on the desk and sat very still for a moment. Then I picked it back up and read it a third time because the third time is when you stop hoping you misread something and accept that you didn’t. Daniel Reeves was saying that in 1984, when my grandfather Robert Miller died, his will had not originally left the Miller Group to Eleanor. It had left it to both sisters equally. Fifty fifty. A joint inheritance with a clause that required both daughters to sign off on all major decisions together. Victoria and Eleanor. Equal. That had been Robert Miller’s actual intention.

The blue and red strobes of a dozen cruisers slashed through the darkness, lighting up the dust, the blood, and the wreckage of the Sterling family. "Sir, we have the suspects secured, and the medical team is.." Miller started, but he stopped dead the moment he saw Adrian’s face. He had served the Sterlings for a decade, seen Adrian at his coldest and most ruthless, but he had never seen his boss look like this. Adrian looked like a man whose soul was being ripped out of his chest through his throat.

I begin the question but pause when it hits me harder. Matthew my other best friend, a guy with a business mind and husband material, who worked for 'The Stewart's and Co', the avaricious corporation that has currently taken over my company, challenged me once when I invited him to our success celebration, that our company would be the next to be taken over by his and the employees here would go for fishing with their butt out, including me. A surge of tiny anger started burning in the pit of my stomach. " My foot, if you find him," I warn."Tell him that I will pour cement in his mouth till he chokes".

Edward forced down the unease in his chest and glanced toward the nearby police officers, who were clearly unsure how to proceed. Taking their hesitation as his only anchor, he straightened his back. He lifted his chin and said stubbornly, "You're the president of Miller Corporation?" He raised his voice and pressed on, "Everyone knows Mr. Miller has never appeared in public. He's extremely mysterious, and you expect us to believe you just by saying you are him? What proof do you have? Who knows if you're all just staging this to fool us!" Scott slowly shifted his gaze to him. He said nothing, only narrowed his eyes slightly.

The buyer had supposedly been someone surnamed Miller. “…The Millers?” he asked slowly. He didn’t need an answer. Zachary had a trusted aide named Steven Miller. Zachary’s smile turned colder. “Your biggest mistake, Old Mr. Wilson, was trusting your granddaughter too much. Vivian was all surface strength and nothing underneath.” Old Mr. Wilson began coughing violently. Anthony hurried forward with a handkerchief and poured him a glass of water. After catching his breath, the old man sneered faintly.