Novel & Cerita Richard Curtis Books

"It makes sense if you have never heard of it. There's basically been a media blackout since what happened to Curtis' family, and it's not just Ashley. Curtis was famous in his own right and accomplished a lot individually as well." "Fair enough, but I don't think I've heard of him," Claire replied, frowning. "I did hear about Ashley because she made a name for herself in Silicon Valley, where she invested in many networking giants when they were just startups." Nellie nodded. "Well, Curtis is less famous, but what he accomplished was nothing short of genius. I mean, he waged a trade war against the Rothschilds but emerged unscathed!" Beside them, Charlie remained silent.

"She doesn't just walk down that road in the middle of a downpour to have tea with Mira. Not after the ridge. Not after what happened at the northern sector." Curtis took his hands off the table and leaned back in his chair, the wood giving a sharp creak that seemed to linger in the corners of the room. He reached into his vest pocket, pulled out a small piece of twine, and began tying a knot into the center of it, his thumbs working the coarse hemp over and over. "People go home when they run out of places to go," Curtis said.

Curtis explained nonchalantly, "He's richer than the other kids, not to mention more gullible as well. I tend to ask for pocket money whenever I feel like it, if you get what I mean." Curtis appeared very lazy and laidback the whole time. The things he said to Stephen were logical and reasonable. Either he was telling the truth or he'd already had everything mapped out in advance. Stephen couldn't see through the gardener's intentions. "Why are you asking me about the idiot? Are you his parent?" Curtis quickly covered his pocket as he spoke. "That idiot was the one who willingly gave me money, you hear? You can't have it back!" Stephen frowned in response. "I'm not affiliated with him."

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He glanced into the room and didn't see Margot, but he did notice a pile of books lying on the carpet nearby. He frowned. Their household helpers would always tidy up the rooms. So why was there a pile of books in Curtis' room? It was unlikely that Curtis used it for… Calvin cast a suspicious glance at Curtis' knees. When he saw the creases on his pants at the knees, Calvin asked, "What's going on? Kneeling with a pile of books?" Curtis felt a bit awkward and changed the subject, asking, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Richard cleared his throat. "Not all the books you read are bad books." Richard then immediately left the SB room and headed for his car in front of the casino. In the car, there was Chansu, who had been waiting for him. Chansu and SB didn't like each other, so Chansu didn't want to accompany Richard to the casino and preferred to stay in the car and wait for his Boss to return. "Your book?" Chansu asked when he saw a romance book that Richard was holding because, as far as he could remember, Richard didn't bring any books when he entered the casino.

He shook his head, a fond smile playing on his lips, and ducked into his tent. Ryull and Skoll, their childish excitement bubbling over, followed him. "Curtis, let's see what sister-in-law sent!" Ryull carefully placed the bag on the table and opened it. Curtis's rations, as always, were significantly more generous than his companions'. Then, Curtis noticed a small notebook tucked into the bag. He opened it, his expression turning thoughtful. "Is that a love letter?" Ryull teased. Curtis quickly flipped through the pages. It wasn't a love letter. It was a recipe, detailed instructions, and a list of ingredients.

"You and Uncle Cole can't get married. You're... you're both boys." My laugh was a pathetic attempt at nonchalance, forced and unnatural. "Two guys can get married now, buddy," I said, the words tumbling out awkwardly as I struggled to maintain a façade of ease. "But that's not what the books say," he argued, his lips pouting in discontent. "What books?" I asked, genuine confusion etched on my face. Curtis had never attended a traditional school, and his home teacher had been working through elementary school textbooks with him. I wasn't sure what books he could be referring to.

Also, I realized that while we were both in these wonderful holiday robes, our lower thighs and ankles indicated how neither of us were wearing anything under the robes. Curtis looked a little surprised by the encounter, but he was not nearly as flustered as I imagined he would be, considering what I saw and heard. Calm as could be he showed me a secret door into a small hidden library, with books lining the walls. When he closed the door behind us I could tell there was excellent insulation for both sound and air, the room was temperature and humidity-controlled to preserve the books. He gestured me to take a seat.

Before we returned to the hotel, Curtis bought me a few books he said would keep me busy during his conference calls. I wanted to gag at the sight of what he had selected. Why did I let him buy his own selection? Right. Because I wasn’t much of a reader. I knew nothing about books—but I also knew at first glance that a self help book published in 1825 was not going to interest me. I checked the others and realized the latest one was published in 1850. Was my husband reincarnated from the nineteenth century? Well, that was the only choice I had. Either that or try to listen in on his conference call. Knowing it wasn’t going to be of much help, I opened the first book.