Robert Harris Author Novels & Stories

In this way, Robert's words were particularly frank. Lady Miller's words seemed particularly unreal. Sir Harris looked at Robert and said, "You continue speaking, I am listening." Lady Miller's face turned pale. Robert said, "Sir Harris, the story is long. Can we move to my study? I will tell you in detail about the case from the past and then inform you about yesterday's case. I believe that you are so clever that you will surely find the similarities between the two cases." "Okay," Sir Harris led the team, following Robert as he walked towards the study.

Clinton smiled spontaneously, focusing again on the data on the screen. Harris didn't take much notice of Clinton's anomaly, leaning his chin on his phone screen. Harris is being manipulated by the devil and opened the dating site yesterday. Harris then clicked on Mr.R's profile picture, which showed a beautiful, elongated hand holding a glass of wine. This photo is stolen, without a good angle, but still used by Mr.R. Last night, Harris was stroked and loved countless times by that beautiful hand. The blood in Harris's body rushed to his brain, and he forced himself to calm down. After five minutes, Harris clicked into the dialog box, and inside there was still a message containing the loca

He took a deep breath and headed to the meeting room. Robert was a very charming middle-aged man who still maintained the same sparkle he had as a youth. However, after years of being outmaneuvered by Charles at Collosus Group, he had aged quite a bit. When Robert opened the meeting room door, he saw Joseph quickly stand up, looking as if he was greeting someone very important. "Mr. Harris." Robert raised an eyebrow. "What brings you here?" "I... I wanted to ask if there's been any trouble at Collosus Group lately."

Harris bent down very reluctantly and picked the account book up from the floor. Lucas nodded in satisfaction. “That’s right, those who act sensibly according to the situation are wise. There’s no need to refuse the chance to earn some side income.” Harris said with a cold face, “I only want my wife and child to be safe.” “Sure.” Harris took the account book and left the room dejectedly. He walked all the way and came to the office building of Hill Nuclear Manufacturing Company in a daze. Although it was called an office building, it was actually just a dilapidated two-story building.

“Please, open the door...” Harris hesitated for a few seconds. If Robertson was there, it was because he was convinced he was at home. He thought of going back to the garage, grabbing his car, and running out of there, but he would risk the boy’s life trying. He decided to open the door, and if things get complicated, he would at least have a chance to use his skills and take down those seven men quickly. Or at least he would try. He must trust his abilities. “Good morning, Mr. Harris”, Thomas said when he opened the door; his eyes were red and swollen, perhaps from insomnia, or from having a good drunk. “I wondered why you hadn’t told me you were back in town.”