Quote John Green Novels & Stories

And he quickly drank it in one gulp even before the waiter had gone far. “Why? Something bothering you?” A deep voice came to him. That was Alexander Green from Crice, one of his company’s well-known brands. It was potato chips and sometimes a joke when they got together. “I’m thirsty.” It could be both truth and lie. He was thirsty, but that wasn’t why he drank in one gulp. It was something else he brought from home. “You need more?” Without waiting for an answer, he stopped the waiter and took two glasses from him. “Here,” he said, handing it to Dave.

Another woman added, “Yeah, Mr. Green has always been gentle, never losing her temper. Every time we go to the Wilder Group for meetings, he barely says anything. What happened today?” The first person said, “The problem is that Mr. Green is from the Jameson family. Years ago, I read news about the Jameson family. Both the son and daughter were members of the International Medical Organization. They’re all dead now, but the news from Hurricane Media also mentioned that Mr. Green is the daughter’s child. That means...”

But even as she went about her night, she couldn’t shake the feeling that things were far from over. Mr. Greenwoods POV Later that evening, Mr Green was seen in the study of his apartment, a drink in hand. The dim lighting cast shadows across the room as he stared at his phone. Then, he dialed a number. The line rang once before a voice answered. “Finally ! I’ve been trying to reach you. I texted you an address earlier on,” Mr. Green said, his voice firm. “We need to discuss.” A pause. Then, the person on the other end agreed.

When I didn't respond, Duncan Foley took it as his cue to make matters worse. "Jenny, a man who wants to marry up but won't even clean up his act is absolutely vile. It's not too late to realize just how disgusting a guy like this really is. Dump him before he gets his filth on you!" Glancing at the public security administrative penalty notice, I calmly said, "My name isn't exactly rare. A ton of people have the same name. How are you so sure it's me?"

She turned her head and pointed to several of Richard's subordinates, "You are also considered to have resigned voluntarily. Go out of here!" Those executives' faces suddenly change, they are about to beg for mercy toward the young girl in front of them, but what caught their attention was the man who quickly opened the door of the meeting room. A chubby old man came in with a kind smile on his face. If they only look at his appearance, it's easy to regard him as an ordinary rich old man. But everyone knows that this man is definitely not an ordinary old man. He is the most ruthless man in the pharmaceutical industry of the West Coast City! It is Mr. Green!

I would never trust him again. But as I turned to leave, I saw the man with piercing green eyes again. He was standing in front of me, his eyes locked on mine. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. "My name is John," he said, his voice low and husky. "And I'm here to help you, Ruth." I raised an eyebrow, sceptical. "What do you want from me?" John smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I want to help you unlock your true potential," he said. "I want to help you become the person you were meant to be."

He knew how business was conducted in Tang as well as anyone. Old Wilson agreed to John's request, as long as he or Rick were not involved in any obvious way. The rest of the dinner was spent reminising on past adventures. Then Old Wilson thought of something. He asked John "Do you remember Byron Green, Rick's father? Mainly, anything unusual about his death?" John became very uncomfortable at this. He was wondering if this very subject would come up. The fact was he knew a good deal about what had happened back then. But what would Old Wilson think if he told him everything?

the older female asked John then he nodded. "Oh, why is that?" Auntie asked. "I was busy with work," John answered in a gentle and manly manner. Then his smile flashed back at me again, making me have a crush on him. "What's your job?" Auntie asked. "I was a bodyguard and a butler to Gerald Kronos and his daughter," he said. Kronos. Why is that name familiar? "Oh, you mean the CEO of the Kronos industries?" Auntie asked in a surprise. The mother and John nodded.

No one but them were aware of the silent yet charged exchange between them. “Goodnight, guys,” a cool, pleasant voice said, heard only by a small group of people gathered together. Behind the voice was a young man with brown curly hair who was throwing a little wave at the small group. He was of average height and he had a face that was well admired by many, both male and female. At just twenty-five, Evan Greene was the CEO of Greene Solutions LLC, a company that specialized in renewable energy. Evan’s mesmerizing light brown eyes not only contributed to his good looks but it also made him the only person in the whole company with that kind of appearance.

He sounded familiar with John which made me wonder if they’ve had encounters before. “You’re working with that prick now?” George asked. Raising his hand, John smirked, “I’ll work with anybody who can help me put you down.” At his words, a wide smirk formed on George’s face, “You’re just like Mr Greyson there, deluded into thinking that my business is worse than what every other person in this country is doing. You know what I think John?” He asked, remaining calm despite the scene. “I think that you’re wasting your time with me. I’m just a distributor, the people you should be looking for are those that are buying my products. Those are the real criminals, but your government won’t do that,