Novel Ford Novels & Stories

“You… You’re the six-year-old girl?” In his mind, she was still the six or seven-year-old little girl, who later grew into a twelve-year-old girl. When they were younger, the little girl was treated like a little princess. Back then, the Ford family was very close to the Shaw family, often interacting with each other. The Ford family was blessed with numerous children, but they had more sons than daughters. The only daughter in the Ford family had been sent abroad by Henry Ford since she was a young girl to study in a boarding school; that was why there were no chattering girls in the Ford family.

This will be Ford Corporation's most important commercial project going forward. Besides Jared, all the department managers were present, and the marketing department, headed by Selena, was participating in the meeting as well. Everyone was attentively reading through the information on the theme of the intangible cultural heritage promotion. At that moment, Jared suddenly found himself lost in thought, looking at the orderly, detailed plans laid out in front of him. He thought of Yvonne. Back when he took over Ford Corporation, it was the greatest test of his claim to the family legacy.

“You thinking of getting one?” Noah nodded. “Easier to get around.” “Yeah, definitely,” Zack said. “Although traffic is shit in New York.” Noah chuckled. “Yeah.” “I got a Ford,” Zack said. “Just the normal family type car, you know. Don’t need anything fancy when I have a three-year-old.” He chuckled. Noah nodded.

But I'm not here to debate that with Ford. "How about some lunch?" he says. "Normally, as an extra, you'd be left to fend for yourself at the craft services table, but my assistant's run out to get me something from a café just down the block. Why don't I call her and have her double my order?" I'm not sure what the "craft services" table is, let alone why it might be so bad, but Ford knows more than I do. "Sure," I say. Maybe he can tell me more about Orlando. "No-sex" policy or not, I'm still curious about the youngest Fontaine brother. "Would you mind if I ran out to my car for a minute? I have to make a call."

“We have two plans for now. One is to find another person, and the other is to buy Lambert’s factory.” Travis didn’t express his opinions on either plan. “Who is trying to buy the factory?” “The Fords.” “The Fords?” Travis was confused. Aren’t they expanding in the food industry? Why are they switching fields now, after all these years? “This wasn’t Mr. Ford’s idea. The person who wanted to make this purchase is his son, Christian Ford, who recently returned from studying abroad. He even spoke with the chief engineer.” The subordinate said, with cold sweat running down his forehead.

Just then, a trending topic suddenly appeared, with the headline, "Ford Corporation Official Account Stands by Haley Carter" Haley's heart raced as she tapped on the trending topic. It turned out that the official social media account of the Ford Corporation had updated, stating that the CEO's wife could never commit plagiarism and warning Joe and Zoe not to defame Haley. The Ford Corporation was one of the top companies in the country, known for its high-quality products across all price ranges. Because of this, the Ford Corporation had an excellent reputation in the country. Especially in high-tech products, their products outperformed those of other brands by a significant margin. They ev

“Thank you! And the car?” “You need something proper, and I didn’t think you would mind I spent a little on it, but it also cannot stand out from the crowd. I bought you a new ford SUV that could be delivered today. It’s in the parking basement. We’ll go in a bit.” I nod, my mind swirling around everything that has happened today. After we ate and signed the papers Mr. Felton looks at his wrist watch.

Her only thought right now was to become famous, which at the same time was her only way to escape him. Ford Corporation. After the meeting, Ben suddenly walked to Weston. “Mr. Ford, these are the projects at Ahn City. Please have a look.” Weston flipped through the pages and suddenly thought of something. “Show me the publicity plan.” A campaign was needed as the Ford Corporation was moving to Fern City. They had done many early preparations and even communicated with the media. Their way of organizing a campaign had always been doing charity, but now Weston had other ideas. Fern University was one of the top universities in the country. Many graduates would dream of working in Ford Corpora

“Ford, what are you doing here?” Ford looked up. His pupils trembled. “Zayne?” he muttered, almost in a whisper. A second later, he lowered his gaze, gripping his suit tightly. “I’ve been discharged from the hospital. Now… I’m taking over my father’s company.” Hearing that, Zayne patted his shoulder. “I hope you’re happy with your new role.” Ford didn’t respond, only nodded weakly. He didn’t even glance up, his eyes fixed on his intertwined fingers. “Oh, and… congratulations on your marriage.”

After I graduated, we’d live close to each other and I could drop off presents randomly to let her know that she was loved. Ford and I packed up my life quickly. My phone was still dead, so I scribbled a note on a sheet of paper to let Ebony know I was moving out with my new "dog" and that I'd text her when I got my phone charged. Walking down to Ford's car was painful, but when we made it, I took the passenger seat and lifted my feet to rest on the dashboard while Jesse jumped into the back seat. I was surprised Ford’s sports car had a back seat, but then again, it seemed like their pack spent a lot of time together, so he probably needed the extra seats.