روايات وقصص ضمن Starr Carter

he starts, leaning back like he is settling in for a conversation, “I wasn’t expecting you to show up. Knowing I’m here for you… I thought you’d avoid me.” I rest my arm casually on the chair, my expression blank. “Are you something to be avoided?” I ask calmly. “Mr…?” “Sam Carter,” he replies quickly, like he has been waiting to say it. “A prosecutor—formerly in Indiana, but I’ve moved to New York City. I’m also the older brother of the late Steve Carter.” There it is. I nod once, slow. “Oh. The late musician,” I say, keeping my tone neutral. “My condolences.”

Summer’s Point of View [Senior Carter, also known as Gregorio Feed Carter, will soon be stepping down from his current position. He is expected to announce his successor and reveal who will assume his power.] [Steven Carter, the young and successful businessman, is currently in a coma after being shot by his childhood friend, who was suspected to be his mistress.]

“Oh, we know enough.” “Your full name is Daniel Evan Carter—son of Jonathan and Lisa Carter. You were born and raised in New York where you decided to follow in your family’s long legacy of police work. You climbed the ladder and rose up to be a federal agent having worked as a regular police officer for the last several years,” Stasia said.

Her curls bounce as she chews cereal, eyes half-amused, half-concerned. “You’re seriously not going?” she asks, spoon waving in the air. “I don’t know,” I mutter, tightening the strap of my heel. I am getting ready, but denial is easier. “He’s a married man, Carrie. Married. And not just to anyone, to Amy freaking Stone. The Oscar-winning actress. If someone takes a picture…” Carrie snorts. “He’s Carter Ford. Nobody’s taking a picture. Trust me, men like that live above the rules.”

Communicating with Skye was a complex and slow process. It consumed a lot of time. Larissa spent several hours trying to understand what was going on. The Carter family's head was Saul Carter, who ran a private hospital. Saul, a shrewd businessman, often lent his expertise to assist affluent individuals in the upper class. He skillfully managed delicate and confidential matters for them. For example, he could induce mental distress or silence someone forever. Or, he could help a wealthy man's wife terminate his mistress' pregnancy.

… Meanwhile, at the public apology press conference, Carter lingered at the back of the crowd, watching as Lauren apologized. He was planning to record the video and take it to Liam. As for Lauren, he would soothe her afterward and offer her some benefits to keep her from causing more trouble. He was too close to his goal now to let anyone trip him up. "I'm sorry. I-I lost my head and ruined Ms. Ravelle's marriage. I'm sorry! I apologize to the public, to Ms. Ravelle, and to her family. From now on, I swear I'll live honestly and never again interfere in their lives!" Lauren was crying her heart out.

Carter chuckled and loosened his necktie. “There are many traitors in this world; many who want the chairman to fall, but they will do nothing against our family,” said Carter as he threw a dart pin at the dartboard. “That’s why I know they are not the perpetrators of all this, but there is someone who really wants to bring the chairman down to get off the throne.” Scarlett frowned and shook her head because she couldn’t understand what Carter was saying. That’s also not why she came here.

Her phone lay nearby, still recording. Dad Thirty-Two picked it up, glanced at the camera. "You wanted to film?" He tilted it. "Then don't miss this." He walked over and looked down at her. "Vivian Cobbley, right?" He crouched. "You know who I am?" Vivian shook her head hard. "My name's Trent Carter. Codename: Iron Fist. Twenty years ago, I took down seventeen traffickers with my bare hands. Thirty-eight bodies total."

Carter was a handsome billionaire who was an expert in controlling companies through his position as CEO of Graham Corporation in the holding company. The figure of J. Carter was a mysterious figure in the eyes of business people. He was known to be friendly but cold. He had good relations with all parties, but no one knew him personally. J. Carter was not a tyrant, but the opposing party would experience successive misfortunes if they tried to disturb him. It was difficult to read J. Carter's thoughts because his way of thinking could change at any time. But, of course, it happened because there were basically three J. Carters.