Mr Bradford Novels & Stories

His wife had passed away a few years ago. “Is everyone here?” Bradford entered the hall with the support of his son and daughter-in-law. Wearing a black suit and leaning on his walking cane, he sat on the main seat with a smile on his face. A bunch of relatives also got up at this time, congratulating Bradford on his birthday. Then, they presented him with their gifts.

How was it possible for an outstanding woman like Susan to be in a relationship with a poor and lousy guy? Bradford regretted it very much. When he recalled what he had said to Thomas, he felt like a fool. His father was just the manager of a branch, and at most his father would be a junior superior in the branch center. His father dared not even speak loudly in front of Thomas. So, why did he act so arrogantly? He even wanted to suppress Thomas with Stellar Jewelers. Haha! He was actually the one who got suppressed. He had made a mistake, a terribly huge mistake!

“Um, Ca- Mr. Bradbury is a friend of my brother. That is why he is here. He is waiting for Maddy to get back. You remember my brother Maddy?” “I remember him.” Mason tells me with an easy smile. “He should be here any minute.” Hopefully! “Then they can get out of our hair.” “Can we?” And out of my head! I glare at Cash, who smirks at me in return. He is cute but infuriating.

Despite the dirty, the nasty way of living, the girl broke through the shell of ugly wounds to higher heights of life. ‘We have two ladies on our table, gentlemen and a lady, the tough job is right ahead of us. Let’s not rest until we remain with one. Both their profiles best suit our benchmark,’ the Chairman said and the meeting was closed. *** Bradford was driving to Taylor’s house when his phone’s light came on and a text message flashed. The great grandson of Sir Welensky stopped his car by the roadside to read the message. He wasn’t expecting any text until after he was done with whatever he was going to do.

A few days after that conversation, Brooke was sitting in her office, thinking morosely about all the ways she’d mess up his first meeting with Nathan. Because Brooke was sure she’d never be able to control her nerves around Bradford. Just when she thought about that Donald came running into his office. “Madam, there’s a Mr. Bradford here to see you.” Brooke’s eyes went comically wide. “What?! Are you sure?” “Unless I hallucinated, I’m pretty sure that the tall man with long hair standing outside in jeans and a plaid shirt is definitely Mr. Bradford,” Donald said in a excited voice.