Mister Bennett Novels & Stories

But Aaron West doesn't know that, so it is the perfect lie. “Ms. Bennett, you did not have to, you should have channeled this money into something beneficial to you.” “No, Mr West. My father taught me that gratitude opens more doors than prudence.” Well yeah, Andrew Bennett, did teach me that, no lies there. He looked at me, like really looked at me, his gaze more relaxed, less intimidating. He dropped his head, his eyes staring at the glistening accessory, longing, yearning.

How wealthy he is, all the power is in his hands, but still, he cannot control his sentiments, in the end, he is still a human. "So let's go," we entered, a butler opened the door, who was neatly wearing his clothes. He bowed ahead of Mr Jensen, with a warm smile. And then he bowed to me. He called me madam. I have never been so much respected than this before. "So the food is ready Tim?" Mr Jensenn asked, his tone was strict, it was clear that he was a boss now. "Yes sir," he firmly nodded. "Then you can leave," he told him to leave, so he did. He collected all his belongings and left.

“Mia, I have to say, you’ve been a delight today. It’s clear you’re the backbone of this operation.” “Thank you, Mr. Ben—Harrison,” I said, trying not to sound too surprised. Adrian nudged me playfully. “See? I told you people like you better than me.” Bennett laughed, shaking his head. “You two are something else. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure about this partnership at first, but after today, I’m convinced. You’ve got my business.” For a moment, I was too stunned to speak. Adrian recovered first, shaking Bennett’s hand with a wide grin.

“Why?” “Why? You do realize what kind of business Bennet is doing, don’t you?” “I know exactly what he is doing. Now tell me why Michael wanted Bennet.” “I don't know. He only told us to get him. He showed me a picture of Bennett, and we started putting our plan into action. Once we had him, one of my men took him to Michael’s house.” It was true. Uncle Michael told us he had a mission for us. Our target was Bennet. He didn't tell us why. The only thing he said was how dangerous he was and that I should never under no circumstances leave with him alone. I did my research and found out what he did for a living.

It was only given to me for some services to be rendered. Anyways, she was supposed to know. She should have known by now, that Mr Bernard doesn't run a charity organisation. After all, everyone knows. I recalled that Mr Bernard mentioned that the deal was confidential. I dare not to spill out any details about it to anyone! I wasn't wrong not telling Becky, after all. I thought about so many things I could help myself do, other than waste my time, thinking about how fate has brought me here. This is my fate. I should just have to accept fate the way it is!

Nathan says giving her a polite smile. " Okay sir, if you need anything please call," she says, smiling and bows her head before leaving the office for him. with his hand on his chin, Nathan stares at the message on the screen of his laptop. A college reunion. DANIELLE CARTER Nathan Bartholomew Cress, the richest businessman in Newyork, is the biggest casino owner in the city. He was the son of Jonathan Cress, a congressman, and isabella Cress, a journalist, he was an only son and he lived a wealthy life both in school and when he was a child and now he is a successful businessman. he has more than twenty cars and three different mansions. he didn't date but he was a player popularly known a

The view instantly made me shocked. What is he doing here? I saw Mama Lynette's eyes drawn in interest to the man sitting beside her. Then, she accidentally saw me hiding behind the entrance of the house. "Oh! She's here already!" Mama Lynette suddenly exclaimed as soon as she saw me. I shook my head because of that. I was planning to hide in my spot forever before she saw me. Mr. Hudson looked in my direction and simply smiled at me. As if I wanted him to smile at me like that.

Thump. Thunk. Thump. Thunk. I slammed my fist down on my desk in complete and utter irritation from this man-child, hissing, "Don't you have your own company to run? What the hell are you doing in my office on a Tuesday morning?" Benedict froze mid-swing with another pen sitting loosely between his fingers. He cocked his head side, feigning innocence. "But I'm visiting my friend?" I frustratingly rubbed my circles against my temple, grumbling, "I need more coffee."

Staff member said it with his face down. “I see. So he is Mr. Clinton only, Anyways no problem you don't need to bother and can leave to do your work. I can go to his cabin by myself , trust me. Also, rest assured you won't get any punishment for this". Nella said while giving him a slight smile. Staff member nodded his face with nervousness and went from there. Nella's POV

“I think it’s time we hired a private investigator... Or two.” Ryan nodded slowly. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” “You remember that guy we used before?” Mr. Bennett asked. “What was his name again? Mac... something?” “Tate,” Mrs. Bennett said, snapping her fingers. “Tate. He’s the one who got all the details on Monique back then.” Mr. Bennett nodded. “He had the resources. Got the job done.”