Nash And Knox Morgan Novels & Stories

He smiled, hoping his plans would go as he had planned. Morgan walked into the building, hurriedly followed by Nicholas, who joined him in the elevator. The whole workers were nervous and tense, bowing and avoiding Morgan's piercing gaze, it was like their breath was taken away from them. It was the third time Morgan was visiting the company, after so many years. Even though he was out of the country, his place in Klein's Fashion world was not to be bragged about, only if Xavier could see how he's being respected and learn from them.

they said, “except the hunger.” Wyn had a knack for finding the places no one else saw: the rotting opera house repurposed as a granary, or the hollowed-out pump room where knife fighters settled impossible debts in a single, bright minute. It was in one of these places that Wyn found Morgan, three days after arriving, arguing with the foreman of a salvage barge. “He’s also from the House,” Wyn said later, lounging beside Carolina on a roof that reeked of kerosene and scorched feathers. “Morgan and him go back to the first riots. They tried to kill each other at least twice.”

Morgan The information I wanted did come fifty-five minutes later. I just made him over a million rand richer for the information and it was worth every dime. Nick was the one who owned the Turner mansion. That’s where he was frequenting in the dark of the night almost daily for the past week. I really should have looked more into the mansion when James mentioned it to me. If I wasn't angry at him I would have known about this a long time ago.

Navia finally asked. “Marcus Morgan is from Harbor City,” Joanna explained seriously. “He’s the Morgan family’s only heir. Basically their crown prince. He came to Kingsley this time to oversee a major project. A few days ago, Chairman Crawford happened to save his life at Lovelock Bridge. Because of that, the Morgan family signed a multi-billion-dollar partnership with Crawford Corporation and even gave up fifty percent of the profits.” Navia’s expression immediately changed. “The Morgan family from Harbor City?!” Only now did she fully realize what kind of person Leonel had offended for her sake.

He said, “I’ve been waiting for you for more than half an hour, Ms. Christina. Have you no respect for me?” Christina smiled wryly and replied, “I’m really sorry, Mr. Nash. I was caught in traffic.” “Bullsh*t!” Nash scowled. His full name was Nash Lockley, and his uncle was a member of Internal Affairs’ Southeast Branch. This lent Nash a notorious reputation within the area. He had recruited a group of people and would loiter around the area to extort money from a few companies. This had been going on for a few years, and none of the nearby shops dared to disobey him.

Nathan helped me up the front while everyone was standing by watching and Ezra took my hand when I got to the front. “Relax. It’s only going to take a minute and then we’ll party.” He said. “Yeah. Too bad I can’t get drunk.” I said. “Oh yeah. I already forgot about that.” He said. “I bet you did.” I said. “Alright. Ladies and gentlemen. This is Morgan Jameson. She came to us looking for asylum and I believe that she will do everything that she can to uphold the respect and the dignity of our pack.” Ezra announced to the pack, before he turned to me.

“I can do without, thank you. I only trust Nancy. She knows me and what is needed.” I am not agreeing to anything until I talk to Nancy. What is Henry up to? Why the hell would he take my assistant? Especially over Morgan. Nancy is a little older, sensible and not the type of woman Henry would be interested in. Morgan, however, seems exactly his type, and he loves to screw his assistants. It just tells me, whatever the reason, it isn’t a good one. Morgan rests her hands on my desk, looking me dead in the eye. “I understand that you weren’t informed, but please give me a chance? I need the money. I am good. I am a quick learner.”

His agenda was simple: he was going to do a mass cleanup in the company, and since some important figures in the company had already received their sack letters this morning, everyone was on edge. There were four great families in New York. They were the Hunts, the Smiths, the Andersons, and the Morgans, who usually were evasive and low-key. The current head of the Morgan family, Mr. Felix Morgan, is a man who was once feared among members of high society for his brutal and sneaky methods.

he pointed with a stubby finger, "a dwarf named Kranky and another one. They ambushed a human at Apsara Talkies and duelled with none other than Mr. Kane Morgan." Broot looked up at Kritter with his tennis ball sized eyes and caressed the side of his head, a reminder of the assault by his former masters. "Kane Morgan, eh? He hasn't been much of a supporter, has he? Wants to disband the ministry of Labour Welfare I've heard." He growled.

Natasha remained composed, fully aware of the attention she now commanded. Leaning back, steepling his fingers, Knox’s gaze never left her. “Impressive,” he murmured almost to himself. Then, turning to Gideon, his tone sharpened. “Still, Vaughn went with Trade Nexus. I expect an explanation. My investments can’t afford surprises.” Gideon cleared his throat. “I understand. Measures are being taken to ensure you’re fully compensated for the loss.” Knox’s eyes flicked back to Natasha, smirk returning. “Your daughter has a knack for timing,” he said, low, deliberate. “Perhaps she’ll make this situation... more interesting.”