Sir Thomas Sharpe Novels & Stories

Even in Utren, there were many powerful figures he couldn't afford to offend. Just a few minutes later, a beautiful middle-aged woman walked in, holding the hand of a four-year-old girl. Two bodyguards in black suits followed closely behind. "Good day, Mrs. Sharpe," the other greeted. Felix sized her up in secret. The visitor was actually Tasha Harner, a renowned figure in Utren. This woman was no ordinary person. Her husband, Nelson Sharpe, had been the chairman of one of Utren's top three corporations, but he had suddenly died. Everyone thought Tasha would lose her status as a wealthy socialite, but she shocked them all by displaying remarkable skill and intelligence.

"I think Thomas has feelings for Ms. Sharp. You know, those feelings. You get it, right?" The maintenance worker understood immediately and paused for a moment. "But Ms. Sharp has a fiancé. Even though Mr. Hardin isn't around often due to health reasons, Ms. Sharp and Mr. Hardin have always had a great relationship. Thomas is a good guy, but his background makes it impossible."

He seemed to have shaved recently, wore a huge fur coat, dark, his red hair was a little damp on the tips, as if he had caught raindrops, when he saw the commander opened a smile and came strides to us. As he approached I felt a huge unease, when he stopped in front of us James hugged him strongly, I could feel the commander beside me relieved to see Thomas. And soon the two hugged as well, when I saw it I felt an invisible force compelling me to separate them, it was such a strong feeling that I saw myself pulling the commander by the arm, the two men stared me with my gesture, then John formally introduced us, His name was Thomas Sallow. — Commander I have many things to report of my missi

Sharon's smile was cold, sharp, and laced with irony. "Thomas," she said, "to me, you were nothing more than a knife in my hand—a tool to help me rise. But you're far too sharp. You can hurt others, and you can easily hurt yourself. So… I have to let you go." Thomas stared at her. "Sharon, I'm not someone you can take or discard at will." Sharon's gaze remained steady. "No, Thomas. It's you who wants too much."

Bringing her here was all of Samantha's ideas because they wanted to know what was going on deep in that camp, but he was not going to also mistake the fact that he had made a few mistakes that required correction as soon as possible. "I don't know what has given you that impression that everybody is out to get you but can you just cool off a bit?" "No, I cannot cool off. In fact, I'm thinking about how best it would be for me to crush Jonathan and anyone who acts as a double agent." He returned his focus to the paper in front of him. "Are you calling me one, Mr. Sharpe?" "If the shoe fits." He answered.****

Dinner was a dreadfully dull affair from James's perspective. He had to spend the entire evening next to a young woman of his acquaintance, Miss Venetia Sharpe. She was a nice enough girl, but her naked ambitions always sent him running. He had no desire to marry a woman who would push him into a political career because it would further elevate her own status.

"I don't care about some petty thief! I want to know where Inspector Sloane is, right now!" Sharpe flinched at the volume of it, but he squared his shoulders and kept insisting. "Sir, you can rest completely easy! Someone from the corporate office tipped me off privately yesterday—I paid good money to find out. Inspector Sloane is a retired military man in his forties. He's five-foot-eleven."

Thomas should not have held on to those grudges even if he really despised Boris. That man was dead now, after all. Shaun’s handsome face gradually became overcast. He looked at Sarah indifferently. He was not bothered about Thomas as that man was an infamous prick, but he definitely did not expect Sarah to lie to cover up for her brother. He had almost misunderstood the situation.