Secretly Rich Man Gerald Novels & Stories

"Who is your son and why did you say that your son will not touch me?" Assuming but I'm pretty sure her son won't be attracted? Her son looks handsome because she is a beautiful woman. "My son's name is Alexis Von Callahan," she said. "Every day, my son, Alexis, fired and hired a new secretary. He does it all the time. He seduces them, and something happens between them when they allow him. That is why, my son, he does not have a permanent secretary, "she added.

Gerald did not wait to hear his father’s response before turning his back on him and making his way towards his room. Gerald’s father’s attention was diverted to me, and I felt an uncomfortable chill crawl up my spine when he began to lick his lips. Gross. He walked up to me and smiled. I was surprised by his perfect set of teeth; usually people his age have decayed teeth, they are cavity-ridden, or they are not as bright. But they were never this perfect. It must be a perk of being super rich. He walked up to me and I almost didn’t notice the limp in his step. He did an incredible job at hiding it, but it was obvious that no matter how much money you have, we all end up in the same damn pla

This left Andrew in astonishment, he counted the number of digits to be sure he did not hallucinate it. Alexandre Gates transferred a sum of Ten million for a mere marriage contract and his appearance. How rich was this man!! In all his twelve years of experience. He had never received such an amount of money for doing well...nothing!! However, being a professional. Andrew Garfield shortly rebuilt the expression of awe with a frigid one. He did not want them to notice his excitement. The driver launched the engine and drove away. There lived a period of hush ness for a while till, they gave attention to Xander's gravelly voice from back. " Turn off the AC and drive to the nearest hospital"

I came closer, and he looked at me. "I'm nervous," I was stunned by what he said. "Sir?" I can't help but ask him again; I felt like I heard it wrong. He sighed and adjusted his seat. "Don't mind me, Secretary Gillian. Mr. Solomon is just different from the ones I've met." "Is he grumpy?" I couldn't help but ask him that. Because of what I said, he looked up. He laughed and shook his head. "No, Secretary Gillian. He's just the father of-" he stopped before speaking again. "The person who is important to me The person who is the reason why it is necessary to hide the real me."

"It's impossible for someone to be one thousand percent similar... You can zoom in on this photo multiple times... He is Erland, and his name is Erland. I saw his wife's account profile; her name is Tiffany Geraldton... She uses the last name Erland... Erland Geraldton!" Maelie was stunned, her throat suddenly dry, choked up, the shock rendering her unable to speak. "My friends were the ones who first told me this because about four years ago, she went to New York with her family to attend a lavish wedding of a wealthy businessman. They said the man owns a gold mining company in Nevada... That man is Erland!" Amanda explained again, gazing at her sister with such sadness. "He's been deceivin

"Gerrard... I think there's some kind of misunderstanding you both've got going." I'm about to open my mouth to tell her just how wrong she is, that Gard is nothing but a phony like all those other girls, that she doesn't give two shits about me, but Bru beats me to it. "I know what you're going to say, Gerr. But think of it this way-- if Priscilla really was a phony, and she really was just after your money... why would she go for Ruben? He's the peon in this company, while you're the CEO."

The extensive yet clear list showed me just how much he valued this day. Elena texted me, too, saying she had not been able to reach Gerald for an entire day. On the final day before the wedding, Scott spent a fortune flying in a diamond-studded gown from overseas. Under the light, I brushed my hand along the dreamy fabric and, all of a sudden, felt a flicker of excitement for tomorrow. Then my phone lit up. It was a message from Gerald. [The code lock at home died. Do you still have a spare key?]

But something doesn’t add up, “How did he get money to invest in so many companies at once?” Another typing sign from Christie, “It hasn’t been long I joined Afonso, but I have heard rumors that Albert is way wealthier than Afonso, he’s just trying to stay under the radar. He’s also a philanthropist, he host a lot of orphanages at once. He’s just so good.” The more the ladies told him about Albert’s perfect life, the more she was certain he was the one they sought. But was it possible for him to be wealthier than the Afonsos? She was still lost in thought when her phone beeped again.

A company letterhead I did not recognize. Sterling Industries. Internal Memorandum. Confidential. The date was from the year before I was born. I read the first line. The following transaction has been approved by Charles Sterling. Funds in the amount of fifteen million dollars will be transferred to an offshore account. The purpose of this transfer is to conceal profits from weapons sales to a sanctioned nation. My stomach turned. I flipped to the next page. Bank records. Account numbers. Signatures. Charles Sterling's signature. Liam's father. I flipped again. A photograph. A man. Dead. Eyes open. Blood on his shirt.

“Come in. Let’s have a cup of coffee.” “I am not stepping inside until you explain what the hell happened and how the fuck you are not dead,” Damian snapped. Richard rubbed his face. “I made some bad investments,” he admitted. “Dangerous people were after me. I had to disappear.” Damian stared at him like he had completely lost his mind. “You made some bad investments?” Damian repeated in disbelief. His laugh came out bitter. “You fucking embezzled money, got involved in illegal activities, ruined lives, and instead of manning up and fixing your mess, you ran away?”