Novel & Cerita Nathan Prescott

list because of his aggressive attitude and unquenchable ambition. From his location across from me, Pakstan gets the boot. He is more composed than Pharoah, while having a comparable build in terms of weight, perhaps as a result of his mastery of concealment. Although his black-framed spectacles give him an air of sharpness and intelligence, they cannot mask the intensity of his foxlike eyes. I chuckled to myself. He could no longer open his lips and concur with Nathan's assertion, because I had something in that jerk. “Do you have something for us, Young Lady?” Nathan asks in his serene, but very noticeable Russian accent. He’s also as old as my father but appears younger because he’s heal

I had been craving him since we moved in together, but my guilt had kept me away. It was too soon to be with him since Tim had just died. I’d known for a long time that Nathaniel woke up before the sunset, but it still surprised me that he woke up at the same time every day. He’d tried to explain it to me once, but it confused me initially. Finally, he told me that he awoke every day because the sunset was around the same time in his day. I decided to stay in my room and give him some time to get himself together.

She smiled and gave me a wink. "Oh Thanks Sarah." I appreciated her but wondered why she spoke like that. What was so special about the drink? I hugged Priscilla and Angela, then got into the car. Nathaniel was already seated inside the car. In his classic uniform; black polo, gold watch, clean loafers scrolling his phone like he was married to it. He didn’t say a word as I got in, neither did I. I waved them goodbye as the car moved out of the hotel premises. I realised I had not made any content for the trip, so I pulled out my mini vlog camera and started shooting. Once in a while I shot the camera at Nathaniel.

When boiling the water, he took his phone and called a number, and immediately it was picked up, Nathan gave an order, “I want you to investigate a man called, Micheal Gracia! I want all his dirty laundry out on the internet and I want his company down!” The other side was silent for a second then let out a sigh, “Who had annoyed you?” He asked and Nathan narrowed his eyes coldly. “He had touched someone he was supposed not to touch!” He replied back and the person laughed then asked “Is it your softie?!” Nathan knew clearly he was talking about Jesse, “None of your business!” He replied back, not giving him a clear answer. Nathan immediately put down the phone and poured the hot water on th

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Clara's POV Mediterranean waves lapped against the hull of Nathan's private yacht as I studied market projections on my tablet, each chart confirming the global ripples from our victory over Dr. Harrison. The afternoon sun painted the deck in brilliant gold, but my attention was fixed on the patterns emerging in Asian market responses to the Chen Foundation's latest moves. "You're supposed to be relaxing," Nathan's voice carried that dangerous warmth as he emerged from the cabin, his powerful frame even more imposing in casual resort wear. For a man who practically lived in bespoke suits, he wore luxury leisure with the same lethal grace that had built his empire.

His angular features were darkened by doubt and fury, and he appeared worn out. We need to talk,” he said in a low, restrained voice, and Anita straightened her back to hide her vulnerability. “Then talk.” Nathan closed the door and approached her slowly, his eyes unreadable, saying, “I know who the traitor is.” Her heart raced. “Who?” “Gregor.” The world seemed to tilt under her feet. “No,” she muttered, her eyes clouded by disbelief. “That’s impossible.” Nathan's jaw tightened. “He’s been leaking information to Harry for weeks—our financial records, business strategies... everything Harry needed to sabotage us.”

It hadn’t exactly been easy in the first place. Sighing, Nathan picked up his untouched glass of whiskey and his phone. The screen lit up immediately as his lips touched the rim of the glass and let the burning amber liquid pass his lips. He had to admit Camille looked good as a blonde although, he wasn’t sure about the length. He’d probably make her grow it back out again but keep the shade once she was back with him. He couldn’t wait to see the expression on her face when he turned up to reclaim her either. He had been patient, even when some Draygonian piece of shit thought he had the right to all but fuck her. He couldn’t blame her though, she thought she was free to do as she pleased. H

Nathan nodded back, his gaze flickering toward the boardroom doors. Blake is Nathan’s lawyer and one of the sharpest legal minds in the business world. Highly intelligent, strategic, and meticulous, he has been a key asset to Nathan, helping him navigate complex corporate legal battles and high-stakes negotiations. With a background in corporate law and mergers, Blake is not just a lawyer—he’s a tactician who anticipates moves before they happen, always staying three steps ahead of his opponents.