Montgomery Scott Novels & Stories

Scott said before she looked back at the portrait of Tristan and started crying again. I used the money Mrs. Scott gave me to travel around the world. While sipping coffee at a famous lake abroad, I read an article about Sally. Having lost their son, the Scotts weren't going to let Sally off the hook. Mrs. Scott hired the best lawyer in Jamesvale to handle the case. In the end, Sally was sentenced to ten years in prison. Ten years was long enough to eat up a person's youth. I was sure she would be having a hard time in prison too.

"Listen up! From today, Scott is removed from our Shangri-La VIP list. Furthermore, everyone from his LIG group is to be blacklisted! No one is allowed to step foot into this restaurant again!" Hearing Hugo’s command, Scott’s face turned red with anger. "What do you mean by that, Hugo?" Without answering, Hugo waved his hand. "Someone!" A group of black-clad bodyguards quickly entered the room and grabbed hold of Scott. One of them kicked him behind his knee. "Thud!" Scott fell to the floor, a weapon pointed at his temple. "If Scott doesn’t apologize, no one can save him!" Hugo reminded. Scott was shaking in fear, pale as a ghost. He quickly apologized, "I’m sorry! I’m sorry... I was blind..

She thought she was the only keeping a secret from her children including Scott but she didn't know that Scott was also hiding something from her. “ I don't know if Scott would want to tell you guys about his true identity but you should all know that Scott isn't an ordinary person ” Chris said and Clara as well as Jessica and Jojo became confused apart from Maya. “ What do mean Scott isn't an ordinary person ? ” Clara asked. “ Well, Scott took after his father's wealth just like I did when dad died. Scott is the CEO of Harris corporation industries ” Chris dropped the bombshell and Clara, Jessica and Jojo eyes got wide like saucers when they heard what Chris just said.

There are tall ceilings with gleaming opal floors, chandeliers, and winding stairs that lead up to the second level. “Maleah!” A familiar male voice calls out from another room. Gazing back, a smile spreads across my lips when I see who it is. Scotty bounds in my direction, his scruffy red beard and long red hair flailing around him. I grunt when he pulls me into his tight embrace and twirls me around the room. Scotty is a bear of a man with brawny arms and legs. They call him Scotty because of his thick Scottish brogue. His real name is Malcolm Mc Callum. He reminds me of a Highland chief from one of those historical shows you see on PBS. “Scotty! Oh my gosh! What are you doing here?”

Gasping for breath, Scott retorted, "You're an animal… Your entire family—No, you're the only animal in your family!" Mid-sentence, Scott reconsidered, realizing his words included Belle, Finneas, and Yolanda. To him, Grayson was the sole animal. Scott continued, "You're not even an animal… You're a scumbag!" He hurled profanities at Grayson, preparing to strike again, seemingly intent on delivering a fatal beating. Grayson's expression was a mix of both anger and confusion. He had gotten used to Scott calling him a scumbag, but this time it felt like Scott was calling him out for a different reason.

“You want to leave Hidden Towel? That’s surprising to hear. You love this city.” “Exactly!” Scott said firmly. “I’ve been in this city so long that I guess it’s time I start over, clear my head.” Ezra looked at him with confusion. Where was this coming from? Where did he get the motivation to take life seriously? The Scott he knew was a ladies’ man. He loved attention, loved sex, and loved sleep. He loved being Scott Jones.

I was ready to get this whole thing over and done with, ungodly hour or not. I showered to warm up and clear my head. Then I dialed Scott and ordered him to come over. When he started to grumble, I sharply reminded him that this was his call in the first place. A few minutes later, he and four of his men joined us in one of the empty conference rooms on the first floor. “You were right,” I said to Scott. He was in his late thirties with sandy brown hair and brown eyes, an oddly ordinary-looking man for such a profession as ours. Luckily, he was the kind to spare no one’s feelings or have the patience to lie.

Kendrick then said, “Stop keeping us in suspense. What does Vice President Li have to do with all this?” Seamus explained that in the past, Scott’s company had a Vice President named Gale Lee, who was in debt and tried to get a kickback from a supplier, Mr. Chandler. However, Scott didn’t want to cooperate with Mr. Chandler, so Gale told him that Scott had a strong desire for women and asked Mr. Chandler to find him beautiful women to please him so that Scott would choose to cooperate with him. Gale described the kind of women he was looking for, saying that she should be like Julissa, but even more beautiful, and also able to dance ballet, because Scott had high standards.

I'd been in the pack's territory for a few days now and they were still giving me the cold shoulder except for Scott. He was standing at the back of his cabin near a handmade wooden chopping board with the stone oven lit. He had a pile of cooked meat stacked on the board in front of him, shredding it apart with a fork and knife. "Hi," I said, folding my hands behind my back as I neared him. Scott was as tall as Hunt, with dark blonde hair and broad shoulders, looking like one of those men that lived in the mountains—which ironically he did—in his plaid shirt with those mesmerising lake blue eyes.

That's my girl. “ Okay, explain.” I tell them snapping my fingers at Creed as he watched Charlotte eat her food “ oh right” he said shaking his head “ We found traces of his scent in the west end of the territory.” Ryan says I raise an eyebrow as Charlotte hands her coffee to Creed for him to hold. He takes it without hesitation. “ on our territory??” She says through a mouth full of food. Reaching her hand back out for her coffee. Again he hands it to her without blinking.