Shawn Westover Real Name Novels & Stories

I look Jake up on his social media profile and bam, there she is… “Maddy Roe Shaw.”

“Wait, even if you saw Serenity eating with another man and giving him food, who was he? Did you check properly? What if he’s a relative?” Zachary’s face was gloomy. “Shawn Lowe.” “Who’s Shawn? Oh, I know. He’s the son of Mr. Lowe from Lowe Enterprise. He’s working in Lowe Enterprise now to build experience... Let me think. The maiden name of Shawn’s mother is Sox, and your wife’s best friend’s last name is also Sox.”

"I'm Shawn Dyxon Tate, but in the biz world, they call me Cato Alter. I'm the big shot at DT Investment. How about ditching this joint and coming home with me?" Flashback to six months ago: Shawn wakes up post-anesthesia, and the first thing on his mind is Ivy. Despite her fixing him up, Ivy kept dodging him. No meetups, not even after he's back on his feet. Shawn's desperate, fulfilled his promise to crush the Alter group, and DT Investment gobbled them up.

Joshua said triumphantly. Shawn threw the coat aside and snorted coldly. Gale was truly beaming, pinching Joshua's cheek. "You're such a good big boy..." "Of course." Joshua tilted his chin up. "Even though my name is now Joshua Wood and not Joshua Warm, you will always be the most important person in my heart!" Gale's smile widened, while Shawn's expression darkened even further. "Hey, what's with that expression?" Gale looked at him with a smile. "You were the one who just said you support me attending the launch ceremony, meeting my favorite male celebrity. How long has it been since you said that? Now you're backing out?"

Mr Shawn was feeding the baby. "Going somewhere?" asked Mr Shawn. "Yeah, but looking at this sorry sight, I just lost interest," replied Abigail as she walked towards Mr Shawn and took the baby from his arms. "What are you doing?" asked Mr Shawn with a frown. "Helping," replied Abigail. "I am your wife too, forgotten," she added. Mr Shawn sighed and allowed Abigail to take the child from him. "So, what is her name?" asked Abigail. Mr Shawn replied, "Lily, Lily Shawn," he shut his eyes and stopped the tears threatening to fall.

is he . "S-Shawn?"

It silenced teacher Mary, and she gave him a condescending look. “You’re right there, um... What was your name again?” Dr. Niel asked. “Lorena,” the doctor replied. He let out a charming chuckle and clarified, “Actually, I’d rather appreciate it if you’d just call me Shawn. It’s my given name.” “Wait. Are you the well-known Dr. Shawn Lorena? A successful entrepreneur slash doctor in Rodrigo Sotto ‘ospital?” “Now, that’s something I’d rather not be called, especially in front of everyone. Just call me Shawn, please.”

Shawn whispered slightly as he looked left and right but not at me. It seems he thought I hadn’t heard him. I walked up to him and patted his back gently before I stretched my hand towards him. “Let me see what you’ve got there O’Hara.” I said and he nodded before he timidly gave me his book. Shawn O’Hara suffered from social anxiety and that came from an excessively sheltered and overprotective life. Apparently Shawn used to live in Europe with his parents but they had transformed him into a money making machine among popular men because of his divination gift and his aunt, Candice rescued him to give him a normal life.

His skin wasn’t tanned, or he probably spent most of his time in the studio, painting? I wasn’t entirely expecting him to appear with his outfit for a job interview, but he wasn’t looked like the type of guy who always followed the rules. He shook my hand. “Mr. Linton, nice to meet you.” “Glad you made it. Nice to meet you, too. So, do you have a name other than West? Or is it something like a pseudonym?” “Friends call me West. My name is Austen Westley.” “Pardon me. Did you just say Westley?” My voice made a pitch cry. My eyes widened as he caught me by surprise. Bloody hell!

“Sharon, why are you asking that?” Sharon smiled. “Please don’t misunderstand. I just find that Mr. Lowe looks a lot like someone I know.” “Do you think I have something to do with that person?” Cayden gazed at her. Sharon met his eyes. “Yes.” “I’m sorry to disappoint you then. My last name isn’t Cohen, nor is it Bennet. My last name is just Lowe, so the person you mentioned just now has nothing to do with me.” Cayden straightened himself and tugged on Sydney’s hand. “Let’s not delay any further, Sydney. Let’s go.”