Novel Ford 소설 & 이야기

News after news kept making headlines. “Ford’s Group’s founder and CEO’s identity finally revealed, he’s 30 years old Caden Ford.” That headline was followed with his pictures. “Actress, Alora Harper’s groom finally shows up, he is Caden Ford!” “It had just been confirmed that the delay of the wedding was caused by a car accident.” “Caden Ford got into an accident while heading for his church wedding, immediately got treated and still pushed on with his wedding.”

But it was never the right time. After her talk with Isabel, Nancy took her 3-month old Nissan truck in for it's first oil change, Getty had given her a free "full service" coupon. It was still morning and Getty worked evenings, but in the lot she saw a Ford F-150 that looked just like Getty's. When she asked she was told it belonged to a customer.

She checks the license plate like she’s in a crime documentary. We get in and head straight. *** FORD CORPORATION gleams across the glass facade like it owns the city. I know the Corporation's run by Colin Ford, who’s been rumoured to run for the United States of America's next presidency. As we step out of the car and step in the building, I swear my heart skips. The air smells like ambition and luxury, like expensive cologne and secrets. "Don’t get lost, Sky,” Mrs. Lawrence mutters. “The receptionist’s over there.”

According to what Ford said, the members are not always together, so Warren stood a good chance of finding one of the Fire Fangs if he headed there now. Warren made up his mind. He then headed to a local dealership to buy a car. He couldn't depend on the old Toyota Yaris that his uncle used to drive. Especially when he had a 6-hour trip ahead of him. At noon that afternoon, Warren walked out of the dealership, owner of a brand new Audi S6. It has to be said, he grew fond of the brand, since Allison gave him the A3 back in Flemond.

When I did, I noticed Ford had fallen asleep as well, holding my foot like it was his favorite stuffed animal. He probably never had a stuffed animal. Or toys. Did he have toys? Did he have fun? Like ever? Except for when he took walks through the snow. Like, come on, that’s fucking sad. A walk is his nicest memory. A walk! Did he have warm clothes? Did he, no… no… Don’t think like that, Niv, or you’ll start to cry, and you can’t go home looking like you’ve cried. “Darling? Why are you sad?” Ford opened his eyes and looked at me.

“No kisses for you!” Since both of his hands were around my waist, keeping me firmly against him, he only had his teeth to use. “Come on, you two. Get in.” Cade shook his head, but he was smiling at us. “Oh? We are all riding together?” That got me to drop my hands and look at Cade. He had brought his fancy truck. Some blacked out 2025 Ford looking thing. “Yeah, I wanted to drive this since I just got it in. The new Ford F-150 Platinum.”

The electronics alone were amazing. "Like it?" I had to keep myself from kissing the leather. "How could I not? She's beautiful." The corner of his lips tilted up. "She?" "Well Carmen, my car, is a she, so it's habit." He chuckled. "What type of car is Carmen?" This would show the exact difference in our worlds. "A 1999 Ford Focus." He didn't bat an eye at her age or model. "Named Carmen?" "Yes. She's reliable and gets me from point 'a' to point 'b'. I don't know what I'll do when she's gone. They don't make 'em like her anymore."

was the reply from Avery. “Maingate? What have I gotten myself into?” Fredrick exclaimed. Although Greenville was a beautiful city, Maingate wasn’t a great location for residential areas. It was the outskirts of Greenville, but the deal had already been drawn. He picked up his car key and headed to the garage, he had especially picked a more expensive care for the occasion- Ford B29, the latest edition of Ford Focus.

Clint noticed her perplexed expression and continued, “Mr. Ford wanted you to have that. Consider it a pre-wedding gift.” “Mr. Ford has also arranged a new Porsche Cayenne for you with the mastery of artificial intelligence technology and self-driving capabilities and would like to know if you’ll be needing a driver,” Clint asked, staring at her expectantly. “Mrs. Ford?” He called, this time more softly. “Yes?” Hannah replied, breaking out of her thoughts. “Will you be needing a driver?” Clint asked again. Hannah stared at him and her expression softened, “What about you?” She said with a taunting smile.

Aunt Lewis said awkwardly, “You’re talking about Mrs… Mrs. Ford.” Sean asked, “Where did she go?” “Mrs. Ford… She went to work. She went back to the office as soon as she returned, and she usually doesn’t take much time off,” Aunt Lewis said calmly with no changes to her facial expression. She was a maid who joined the Ford family relatively late. Therefore, she did not know too much about the Ford family. She just knew that it was one of the leading wealthy and eminent families in South City. They were high and mighty, and unattainable.