Novel & Cerita Peggy Schuyler

The woman in her thirties smiled politely, hanging on my every word. "I'll need shoes too, black preferably.." I paused, distracted by the clicking of a woman's heels on the flooring. I looked around and found myself unable to say another word once I saw who the woman in heels was. Jamie Harris! Fuck!! Not now!! Of all people to walk through this lobby today, it had to be her. I wasn't prepared to see her yet. I've had a long time to think about how I wanted our first conversation to go,but I was jet lagged and my brain wasn't working. I haven't shaved in months.

Meanwhile, Charlotte’s bodyguard whispered to her. “Ms. Shaw, we managed to compile the information on Penny last night, but we decided to conduct a second investigation because of how unbelievable the results were. However, the results remained the same.” Charlotte’s brows knitted themselves together. “What did you find out?” The bodyguard glanced around them before saying hesitantly, “Penny’s full name is Penny Sullivan. She's Mr. Fergerson’s wife on paper.” Charlotte felt like she had been struck by thunder. She nearly lost her balance.

Holding back her laughter, she replied, “Alright, Ms. Scarlet. I’ll let the chairman know, but who is behind you?” She pretended to be oblivious to Sherry’s motive. Miru responded, “She is Sherry Zauer, the anchor of the financial segment on a local network. She wants to meet the chairman to invite him to her show.” “Alright. I’ll ask the chairman.” Snow found Sherry hard to get rid of. After the previous failed attempt to meet the chairman, Sherry somehow got through to Miru. Snow turned away to make a phone call. Sherry got on her tiptoes and peered into the fancy-looking chairman’s office while shaking with thrill.

said the second woman, her voice tinged with disappointment. Abigail exchanged a silent look with Clara, both listening intently. No one at the main office had any clue that Abigail was Edward’s wife. By day, she was still working under the radar—as his personal secretary. Their conversation came to an abrupt halt as the office door swung open. In stepped a tall, elegant young woman alongside a sharply dressed man—none other than the HR Manager. All eyes shifted to the stunning woman. Tall, graceful, and strikingly sophisticated. "Hold on—isn’t that Chloe Parker? The ballerina who went viral last year?" one of the women exclaimed.

Also, Kyle has a favorite idea, but Keisley doesn't. George's nodded his head, even if he's in shock, as he processed Sherly's revelation. Well, it is normal for Scorpio to throw bombs, but Shelby is different from her. However, both of them are the same person. He couldn't believe that Sherly had endured such abuse, let alone that she had orchestrated it herself. Indeed, it is no wonder why Sherly is at the top of the food chain in the underworld. She is the epitome of a woman's power. "Sherly, why would you do that?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Apologies for being late, everyone. I'm Cynthia York—Yves' wife, the largest shareholder of Golding Group, and the original creator of this proposal." Yves' expression turned alarmingly gloomy while Melissa's face reddened and then paled. I ignored them and focused only on Queenie's dissatisfied expression. "Hello, Ms. Reed. I'm Cynthia York. I've heard so much about you, and I'm finally honored to meet you in person." I extended my hand, smiling. Her expression softened noticeably at that. Most people would usually address her as the "bureau chief's wife" or "Mrs. Yates". Of course, no woman liked being defined by her husband's surname.

Billionaire heiress, corporate legacy, Yale graduate, a former VP of one of the most powerful family businesses in the country and she's walking into our conference room in, I check my watch, twenty-three minutes. Twenty-three minutes until I see her again. My phone is in my hand before I consciously decide to move. I pull up a private browser and search for more recent information, anything from the past week. My fingers fly across the screen, typing search terms, refining results, and digging deeper. There. A society blog from three days ago. The kind of gossip site that thrives on scandal and drama. "Leo Hunters Spotted Moving Out of Penthouse: Is the Queen's Marriage Over?"

He focuses on his computer, as if she isn't in the room. “Bad for you to keep loving under rocks.” Roy stretches his hand for the still frozen Sheryl. “Clyde, meet Sheryl, New York’s supermodel, my wife, your stepmom.” Sheryl’s jaw drops. Now, she gets all the attention she’s been craving, his dazzling green eyes on her pretty little face. “Step what?”