Novel & Cerita Nolan Booth

Abel pleaded urgently. Nolan nodded his head as he let out a chuckle and asked, “Do you know me?” "No, I don't," Dr. Abel responded, perplexed by the sudden question. Nolan snapped his fingers, and one of the guys handed him an Android tablet. Nolan accepted the tablet and played a video showing Dr. Abel's daughter happily playing. "Angel Howard, 12 years old, 6th grade at Livingstone Middle School, Liland City. I believe you know her," Nolan said, presenting the video to Dr. Abel.

Maisie wondered why Madam Hathaway was telling her about this, but she did not say anything to interrupt her. Madam Hathaway said, “If it were in the past, he would never care about anything that happened in Stoslo.” Maisie was kind of surprised when she heard what Madam Hathaway said. However, she felt she was right when she gave it a second thought. When Maisie had first come across Nolan, he indeed had never told her anything about his family background. He had just told her that he was the CEO of the Blackgold Group.

The strong aura of the man who just walked in soon filled the whole room with tension. Even Hailey was dumbfounded. The man who just walked in with his two feet was Nolan. The person who had asked of Nolan at the Rothschild Mansion was Cain. Nolan had heard from him that his wife was kidnapped by the Lincoln. He had angrily went over to the address given to him and this time it was without his Wheelchair revealing that he wasn’t crippled, He had done that to lower his enemy. “H- he wasn’t crippled?

The hobo stood there fearlessly watching all along. Nolan didn't care. He just walked back to where he'd come. Then the hobo clicked his tongue. “Fucking paparazzi."

"Your Honor, this is ridiculous. I had nothing to do with—" "Mr. Carter, sit down," the judge orders sternly. Nolan remains standing, his face flushed with rage. "This is a setup! She—" he points at me, "—she's behind this! She's manipulating witnesses because she's obsessed with Hayes!" "Mr. Carter, I will not warn you again," the judge says, his voice like ice. "Sit down." Nolan finally drops back into his seat, but I can feel the fury radiating off him in waves.

The interrogation room confrontation between Marvin and Nolan was particularly revealing. "Name: Nolan Hart. Occupation: former captain of the city's bomb disposal unit." Marvin sat across the interrogation table, reading through the file expressionless, his tone purely professional.

Crowley had to be the blood-soaked figure I saw one of Nolan’s mercenaries carrying out of the woods. One quick little flood of tears struck me. This human, not even a citizen, had been taken captive and then set free, but made the choice to rush back into the face of danger to fight for the side of right. I wished I’d stuffed my coat pockets with tissues. I had to slip my scarf off my neck and use an edge of it to pat my eyes dry as discreetly as I could. “And onto the topic I am sure you all are anxious to hear about,” Nolan said, gripping the sides of the podium. “Adan.”

Robbie said and glanced in the direction of the door as someone walked in. "Excuse me," he said and walked away leaving me and Nolan. "Oh, won't you look at that?" Nolan sounded surprised and I looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. He pointed at a woman passing by us and I looked at her. "Those butts, reminds me of yours," He said and I almost choked on my saliva. What the hell? "You pervert!" I pointed my fingers defiantly at Nolan, "you're so disgusting!" I stared at Nolan in disbelief as he laughed, "I must say, it was tempting to hit that, but darling, I'd rather not involve myself with the like of you."

He smirked. Camille made a sound behind him, somewhere between a sigh and trying to get Milo to stop acting like a child. But Nolan didn’t even flinch; his expression didn’t even twitch; he just remained neutral. Then, he spoke coolly. “That’s bad of you, Mr. Eves, not paying attention to your bodyguard’s profile; it's truly unprofessional.” Milo arched a brow, his arms crossing. “My age,” Nolan continued, stepping just slightly closer with the calm confidence of someone who didn’t need to raise his voice to make a point, “was clearly written there, and so was my height, and most especially...”

Nolan is quiet when I finish. The line is silent for a while, “No… you still there?” I ask, concerned about the silence. “Yeah. I’m still here. Your mate is human… are you sure?” He asks, rather hesitantly. “Yes. One hundred percent sure. Why?” “No reason. You said he’s famous. Who is he?” “Joshua Logan. Quarterback for the Packers.” I say and I pull the phone away from my ear, knowing what’s coming.