Novel & Cerita Mister Bennett

Bella says, indicating that she wouldn't mind getting a sugar daddy for herself. I blink my eyes at her in utter shock. Am I seeing right? Can money really hold that much power that even the great Bella is willing to go down this path? My train of thoughts comes to an abrupt end when someone clears their throat behind me. Absentmindedly, I look behind to meet with the shock of my life. There stands Cruz in his fashionable suit and tie, smiling down at me as if I'm his chirstmas gift wrapped in a colorful wrapper.

We needed answers. "That was Mr. Dechart and his men. He's a billionaire who is involved in criminal activities. I owe him $100,000 but I don't have the money." Questions came to me at once. Why was dad involved with this man? Who was he? Why was he doing this? "How did you get involved with him?" Hunter asked and we sat down in the chairs facing dad.

I counted the days when I would see Adam again. The thought of it made me smile unknowingly and I found myself drifted into my own little world. The lecturer Mr. Bentley walked into the classroom but what caught my attention and took me out of my own little world was the tall guy that accompanied Mr. Bentley. He was tall and had huge biceps and muscles. There was something about him judging by his outlook. He seemed kinda rugged and kind of a bully too.

I snuggled into his arms and he kissed my wet hair. We were dressing up when we heard a knock on the door. “Yes..” He answered as I quickly buttoned up my blouse. It could be Isabel. “I’m sorry to interrupt sir, but Dana Gilbert is at the door.” I heard Greta say. Dana Gilbert! Oh no.

From the distance that Monique stood, she watched as Whitney placed her hands around Gavin’s arms and she felt the sudden urge to get rid of her arms. “What’s that bitch doing,” she muttered through her teeth, glaring at Whitney’s hand around Gavin’s arms. “It’s all an act, Monique. Relax. It’s all an act,” she whispers to herself, reminding herself of the purpose of today’s gathering. “Mrs Jones right?” A man said, approaching Monique with a glass of wine with him. Monique nodded her head. “Yes.” “I’m Mr Richard Stone, one of the highest shareholders at Mr Lambert's company. I didn’t properly get to introduce myself. It’s nice to see you here,” Mr Richard Stone introduced himself.

“That's enough Dad, don't bore her with our life story. The boss said to take her shopping for a dinner they have in a few hours.” “Oh he is not boring me.” I said lightly wondering what I had done to offend this nasty little guy called Baron, and how such a sweet old man could be the father of such a sour young man. He smiled back, “That's alright miss, let's get going we wouldn't want you to be late.” I wanted to stop him and say call me River but he had already faced the steering and turned the ignition on. We zoomed off and luckily there wasn't much traffic today.

Evelyn managed a weak smile, "Thanks, Adrian. I'll keep trying. I know there's a place out there that will appreciate my skills." Adrian nodded, "Absolutely. We'll face this together. Maybe tomorrow will bring better opportunities." The next day, Adrian couldn't shake off the concern for Evelyn. Determined to unravel the mystery behind her unsuccessful interview, he decided to discreetly use his influence as the owner of Lincoln Designs. Adrian called his secretary, Michael, and asked her to investigate who had conducted the interview with Evelyn and what led to the decision not to hire her.

The whole mansion was quiet on a Monday morning when Stella went down the stairs. Maids greeted her and asked her what she liked for breakfast. On her way to the table, she discussed a specific meal that she was craving. At the dining area, she was not surprised to see doctor Akira and Crolletta talking over breakfast. It’s like doctor Akira gets along with everyone and it’s no surprise since she is a doctor after all. Communication is a must in her job.

Maven Bennett sits across from me in my office as he flips through a folder that I gave him. I’m having to teach him all about the businesses that we run so that if I’m ever absent, he will be able to keep things running smoothly. The door bursts open and I see Bennett’s mate, Grace, looking frantic as her eyes flicker between us. Bennett stands up, alarmed by her sudden arrival, and he walks toward her pulling her in his arms as he asks, “What’s going on, darling?”

My eyes moved to the food once more, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was a dinner or a deal. Mr. Bennett took his time settling into his seat, adjusting his cuffs as he regarded me with a cool, calculating smile. “I’ve heard about your work, your business ventures, and… your struggles,” he began, his voice calm but with an edge that hinted he knew far more than he let on. I frowned slightly, unsure of where this was going. “I appreciate your interest, but I’m not sure why I was called here tonight.” The man smiled, leaning back in his chair. “I have a proposition for you, Mr. Monroe. One that I think will solve most, if not all, of your current problems.”