Novel & Cerita Spencer Reid Derek Morgan

Desmond and Shawn left in his private plane the very next day. I kept up with Morgan’s scandal on X,F******k, and I*******m, but it pretty much died a natural death after his conference. The gullible people fell for his act, and his ratings are slowly climbing back up. I haven't heard from Geena thankfully and Amanda hadn't reported any more harassment…

“Mr. Anthony, can you clarify? Is Derrick telling the truth?” Spencer smiled at the question. He arched his brow at Derrick, as if to ask if he should tell them how the former tried to kill him. Derrick was sweating bullets and shook his head vigorously. Seeing his brother terrified made Spencer laugh, and he faced the press. “I'm truly Derrick's twin brother. I was out of the country for a while, but I've returned to claim what's rightfully mine, including a place beside Clara.” The crowd went wild, taking more pictures of us. Some even began to murmur if Spencer's relationship with me was strictly business, or if there was something more.

Spencer laughed lightly at Morgan' s concerns, though he couldn't deny the truth of what he was saying. The first time Spencer had seen Morgan, he had been dressed in blue jeans, a button up shirt, and sneakers. After that, Spencer made it a point to look for clothes that made him less noticeable when he changed. Now, however, he often wore gray sweats or loose flannel shirts that he usually kept hidden underneath his hoodie or shirt. Today, he decided to wear a simple black suit. It was simple, yet elegant. Morgan gave a mock salute to Spencer and walked away, returning to the couch where Garcia, Hotch, and Reid were seated. Spencer joined them, taking a seat on the floor across from Morgan

Then he led the way to the nearest elevator. "How long they have been waiting for me? What did they say about me being late?" Dylan asked back. "If I am not mistaken, they have been waiting for you for about two hours, Mr. Spencer. And all of them were not in the mood right now." As far as I could remember from Dylan's file, his name was Frederick Morgan, Don Romualdo's Singaporean right-hand man. Since his passing, Mr. Morgan has been in charge of the branch's business transactions.

Austin POV After talking with Reid, I realized, along with Renz and Jessup, that this whole thing with Morgana has nothing to do with Rebel and the boys, but with Reid. Morgana felt abandoned. This is why I never thought about courting anyone. Occasional hook-ups are one thing, but relationships were always a no for me until I met my fated mate.

Heiress to the Spencer Company. Managed publicly by her cousin, Adrian Spencer. That name had caught my attention. Adrian and I had attended the same business seminar years ago. Same school. Same halls. Different worlds. He was quiet, observant, careful with words. We had spoken only a handful of times, but I remembered him. Which meant Morgan was connected. Family. Blood. I smirked faintly. It made sense now. Adrian was reserved. Morgan was fire. A knock pulled me back to the present.

This exchange revealed morgan 's skepticism towards the land's potential, contrasting with 's more enigmatic perspective. In a past life, that very same piece of land had transformed into a bustling tourist destination, its value skyrocketing. Frederick Stephen, a shrewd investor, had recognized this potential and made a strategic investment. Morgan , however, failed to envision the land's future worth, illustrating a difference in foresight between her and the astute Stephen.