Novel & Cerita Norman Stansfield

Jayden toyed with the gun in his hand and said, "Mr. Turner, you are the one looking for me, but you don't know who I am?" Norman covered his bleeding thigh with one hand and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the other hand. "Who are you? Do you know who I am? You're looking for death, behaving so rashly in my territory!" Jayden smiled and stroked the muzzle of his gun. "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I have warned you not to touch my woman." "Is she your woman? Then who are you? You can't be him." Norman shook his head. He knew that Mr. Kyle was an old man in his fifties. Mr. Kyle was definitely not this young man, who looked like he was barely thirty, standing bef

"Okay!" Before long, middle-aged Miles, who looked like he was in his thirties, along with his daughter, Yara, and a group of medical staff, appeared in the lobby of Bloomington's Cloud Nine Tower. Everyone who attended the auction had gathered in the lobby, where Ayo personally greeted them with the Elixir of Life. Protected by a group of medical staff, a hospital bed was wheeled into the lobby, with Alfie lying on it. Alfie Norman was a famous opera singer, a top figure in Hacniane's entertainment industry, and the cornerstone of the Norman family's dominance in the entertainment sector.

"Nathan... how long is Uncle Stanley going to be here? I thought he was just staying for a few days after... after the funeral." Nathan’s eyebrows furrowed, a genuine flash of confusion crossing his face. "Why are you asking? You don't like having him around?" Norman finally looked up. His eyes were wide, reflecting the dim hallway lights. "I do, but... he’s being weird, Nathan. He’s bringing different women into Mum’s room. They’re loud, and they’re shouting. And there are these strange men coming into the house at all hours. They look like criminals. I’m scared to even go to the kitchen."

And then, there is the man standing at the altar. Norman looks devastating. In his custom black tuxedo, he is the picture of power and grace, a king waiting for his queen. But as I reach him and Elias hands me over, I feel the slight tremor in Norman’s fingers as he takes my hand. He has a listening device too, hidden perfectly beneath the collar of his shirt. As we take our positions, he squeezes my hand, sending me a silent message.

"You’re overthinking it, Sarah." I jumped slightly as Norman stepped out from the shadows of the hallway. He didn't look like the brooding, sulking man who had spent the last few weeks watching Tyler from the distance. He looked chilled. His eyes were bright, his posture relaxed, and a small, confident smile played on his lips. He was the only person on the estate who didn't seem to be walking on eggshells. "Overthinking what?" I asked, smoothing my dress.

“Caleb is a monster, and I’ll make him pay for everything he took from me and more.” “Good. My lawyers will draft up a divorce agreement. You’ll get a proper settlement.” “No.” “No?” “I don’t want anything from Caleb. I just want to be done with him.” “I understand.” “I I also need someone who can fake my death.” Before he could ask any questions, I stopped him. “Veronica Stanton was an unfortunate ballerina and a miserable housewife. I don’t want to associate with that anymore.” “I’ll get right on it.” With that, he left the room.

She spared one look at the table where Koltin was sitting next to Colton. Norma cleared her throat. "He is doing fine." I could not help but laugh. When Koltin had saved Norma from falling off the stairs, I thought he was a weird guy with a fedora on his head and a cane in his hand. I would never expect that Norma would fall head over heels for someone like him especially since she always said that she loved bad boys and Koltin struck me like a good boy. "So who is the hot guy?" asked Jess, keeping us on track. I could care less about the hot guy since I had my own, who was currently stuck in the lab with Mr. Stanton, preparing for the Science Olympiad.

Fiona Forger was too surprised to pay attention, but Alice, standing next to her, couldn't help but lock her gaze on Norman Desmond when she heard the form of address. This was the first time she had met the renowned young master of the Norman family. He wore a black T-shirt that made him appear slightly thin at first glance but still sturdy, with a pair of intentionally washed jeans that accentuated his long legs. He wore short military boots, exuding a sophisticated and carefree aura.

He winked and added, “I’m open to learning. Then we’ll know it’s working—when neither of us feels like we’re giving something up.” Serena chuckled. “We’ll see.” Just as they were starting to feel comfortable with each other, Stefan’s phone rang. He answered it, his expression brightening with every second. After the call ended, he said excitedly, “You won’t believe this. My family and I have been trying to partner with Retired General Norman Collins. He was appointed as the military’s commanding general three times before retiring.” “He owns several rehabilitation centers across military bases,” Stefan continued. “However, his successor mishandled the business, and its reputation took a hit.

I wait until I am in the middle of his office and watch as Norman stands and makes his way around his desk to stand in front of me before asking, “So, Norman, what is the news?” I shake his hand that he extends but at his touch, all I want to do is pull my hand away from his, grab his throat and rip it out. I pull in my emotions before they take too much of a hold and wait for his answer. “All her bloods came back normal…”