Mr Bradford Novels & Stories

“Well, he’s been here a month, but did you get anything? Has he been useful? You just beat out of that guy, but he didn’t break. Either he’s good at what he does or just innocent.” “I have a plan.” “No offense, father. You may have billions of dollars at your disposal, but you didn’t even check his criminal records.” She turned to me. “And you, nothing?” “He’s not the big fish, Shadow. I don’t think he would tell us anything if he didn’t break the first time. And I was slightly preoccupied,” I told her the truth. “His name is Brad Rodney. He’s not active on social media. He’s from Jersey,” Zack said.

Shea groaned and said, “They would.” “Just our luck,” Addy said, sighing as she shook her head. “I told you it was popular,” Cort said, leaning forward to be heard across the table. “Even those people have heard of it.” “Either that, or they were close enough to hear you talking about it since I’ve never seen them here before,” Bradford said. Shea glared at him and asked, “Were you looking?” Bradford held his hands up in surrender and said, “I like to people-watch. I can’t help it. It fascinates me.”

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.

He read the name written in bold out loud in question. Opening a new tab, he put his research skills to work. There were too many profiles that popped up under the name but one look at the brief information sent alongside their new mission, it was easy to find their next target. An old man who was in his late seventies popped up and Rod was not all too surprised about that.

"Rebecca? Are you kidding me?" Catherine exploded. "What money does she have to buy your clothes? Do you even know who's behind her? It's Mr. Bradford. Without him, she's nothing!" The staff member was unfazed. "Of course, we know she is Mr. Bradford's wife." Catherine held her chin high. "Then why won't you let him order? Do you know who he is? The youngest and most successful CEO of a publicly listed company in Soliaridge. If he wanted, he could buy this entire studio."

I muttered softly as I climbed off the bed and walked toward the door. I pulled the door open without thinking, expecting to see Gabrielle standing there and I froze. My breath caught, and my lips parted slightly in surprise. Just when I thought my heart had gone through enough tension for tonight. Guess not. Bradford stood there, still in his white buttoned down shirt and navy blue tailored pants, but his hair was now a little messy, like he had run his hand through it a couple of times. He had one hand resting casually in his pocket while he held a small paper bag in the other. He looked a little less composed than I've been seeing him.

" Name: Elena Bradford Age: 28 A smart and beautiful young lady with shoulder-length dark brown hair, striking green eyes, and a petite but elegant frame." I paused my reading unknowingly as I grinned from ear to ear. " Hm hm" Joel cleared his throat, distracting me. I raised my head to find him wiggling his eye brow at me teasingly and I rolled my eyes, unable to hide my smile. I focused on the information in my hands. " Was once the heiress of BRADFORD CORP'S which was forced to close down due to bankruptcy... I folded my fist in anger as I continue to read the information in my hands, I couldn't believe she went through all of this and still had to marry that monster!

From the little time I came to know him, he doesn't look like someone who will do much work. “Mr. Bradford, working with me doesn't require any sketch out plan. We don't give what we don't have. I don't want to stay here and chit chat on matters that are nothing. So...” He trailed off leaning forward. I was surprised at his actions. What is he trying to do? “Mr. Damon, y-” “Allow me to talk Miss Dalen” He cut me off immediately. “Mr. Bradford, we have a flight to catch. Let's get this over me. If you want your company to keep getting the benefits and recognition. The ball is in your court”

Brad went off in search of some girl, and Bennett returned to our table, bringing Stephan with him. As he approached, he gave me a big hug. The feeling of affection I had for him was inexplicable. After the introductions, he easily made friends with Lisa, even though she was trying to ignore him because he was Ryan's brother, but Stephan was persistent. It made me want to laugh. The feeling I had was that everyone here was going to have sex, except me. It was so ironic.

So she decided to take a nap in her room. On the other hand, Bradford was thoroughly tortured. Unable to bear the pain, he revealed a few things about Miller. 'His right hand is weak. His face is not healed completely. He has to take some medicines for that everyday. But that medicine is not available everywhere. It's only available in big Pharmacies. Even if he doesn't take that medicine for one day, his face will start itching near the stitches ' These are the secrets Bradford shared. These are not much, but Kairo wants to everything about Miller to beat him in his own game.