Payment To Darius Wolfe Novels & Stories

I whispered, my fingers hovering over the interface. "Iris, focus," Darius growled. He was standing a few feet ahead of me, his body coiled like a spring. He looked like a man ready to tear the world apart, but he was staring at a man who didn't fight with his fists. Dante sat back in his chair, watching us with a look of detached curiosity. He looked like he was watching a play he’d already seen a dozen times. "The Wolfe assets are already gone, Iris. I’ve converted them into a liquidity pool. By the time the sun comes up, there won't be a single record left that says a Wolfe ever owned a square inch of this city. You’re fighting for a ghost."

The saleswoman interrupted him by saying, “I’m sorry, sir. Your payment didn’t go through.” “What?” Daryl was stunned once again. If his payment did not go through, then the one that did was... He swiftly turned to Zayn! Impossible. There was no way it could be him. How could that tramp possibly afford to pay 300,000 dollars? The saleswoman continued to say, “The successful payment is Mr. Larson’s. Mr. Lee, your payment failed because of inadequate funds in your bank card.”

Timothy continued. “Don’t fret it!” James waved his hand at this moment and said, “Don’t be so stingy. It’s just a monthly salary of twenty million. The Drake family can pay even if there’re more of them! I believe in my intuition. This young man might be a God of War. Even if he isn’t, he would definitely be a marshal. If that’s the case, a twenty million salary is really low!”

Daniel reassured. Fat Lawler glanced around and gestured for his subordinates to lower their weapons. Soon, someone brought Wesley's promissory note to the table. The document clearly stated that if Wesley failed to pay, Maisie would take the blame, subject to Fat Lawler's whims. "This is the promissory note. Do you want me to dispose of it, Mr. Quimby?" Fat Lawler asked. "I'll give you the 4,000,000 dollars," Daniel said coldly. "I'll wire the funds once I get your confirmation."

He's carrying a folder this time, and his expression is even more detached than yesterday. "Miss Ashford," he says. "I have your discharge papers and the final documentation from Mr. Wolfe." He hands me the folder. I open it. Inside are the standard discharge instructions, a prescription for pain medication, and another document with the Wolfe Industries letterhead. I scan it quickly. Legal language that basically says I'm released from the contract, all obligations fulfilled, payment pending. Then I see the bottom section. My stomach drops. "What is this?" I ask, pointing to a paragraph that makes no sense. "It says the final payment is adjusted for breach of moral clause?"

told Kayson. “Thank you so much, Dr. Yarde!” Bradley said while eyeing Hogan. Hogan immediately understood the meaning of the gesture. He went up to Kayson and passed him a $75,000,000 check. “Dr. Yarde, here is a check as compensation for your treatment.” Kayson was stunned. ‘$75,000,000? Do the Waltons have too much money?’ The amount also shocked Zachary, but he soon understood what was happening. In this day and age, power and money were the most important. The Waltons were trying to fawn and please Kayson.

“Darius Vale. I’m Lola’s boss at the restaurant. She’s spoken highly of her family. When she mentioned the situation, I wanted to see if I could help. Family is everything, isn’t it?” Before I could stop him, he walked straight to the nurse’s station with my parents. I trailed behind, heart hammering so hard I thought I might pass out. Darius pulled out his phone, spoke quietly with the billing coordinator, and within minutes, he had wired the entire remaining balance. Just like that. The nurse’s eyes widened at the screen. “It’s cleared. We can prep him for surgery right away.” My parents broke down in grateful tears. They hugged Darius like he was a saint, thanking him over and over. “You’

Manuel poured him a glass of wine before he set it on the table. He took a sip before he finally looked at me. “Butcher.” “Darius.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Hope you have good news.” “I do. We resolved our shipping disputes and have prepared the payment.” “Good.” He pulled out his phone, did some typing, and then passed the screen to me. I checked the funds before I hit send and slid it back. He did it again, calculated the total, and slid it across the table toward me.

Values and morals did not matter anymore. A smirk appeared on Russell's lips. "What a brave daddy's girl. I'm intrigued. But you see, sweetheart... I'm an impatient man." He moved away from her and turned his back on her. He walked to the right side of the room, where one of his men was standing. The man moved away, giving Russel the space to look at the picture frame that hung on the wall. It was Sasha's picture. It was taken at a time when she was much more carefree. The glint of ecstasy in her eyes and the smile lit up her olive toned face. "I gave your dearest daddy five months. He could not pay me back. So now, I want the payment. And I think…" his voice trailed away as he turned around

Daphne clarified. Nathan pursed her lips. “Let me think about it, Miss Collins. But as of now, you don’t have to pay me for the amount. I also don’t think your salary could pay it in just a year…” Daphne’s eyebrow furrowed. “May I know how much it was?” “It’s a million dollars, Ma’am…” Isaac meddled. Her mouth dropped open. “Why did you give them that much, Nathan? It’s the triple amount of our actual debt!”