Novel & Cerita Starr Carter

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.

As part of establishing good relations, the Carter family gave a position to Merry. From the start, Merry's reason for occupying the position was clear, namely to win the heart of J. Carter. Marriage to J. Carter certainly brought business benefits to the Smith family. On the one hand, J. Carter was a handsome billionaire who was an expert in controlling companies through his position as CEO of Graham Corporation in the holding company.

A man dressed in a blue and black uniform stood at the widely opened gate; Caitlyn guessed the man was his gatekeeper. Immediately the gate opened, he ignited his car's engine and moved his car with such force that Caitlyn fell to the floor, again. “I'm sorry, sir! I'm so sorry,” she watched his gatekeeper apologise while bowing. He ignored the man and simply drove in. Caitlyn rushed over to the gatekeeper. “Can you let me in, please?” she pleaded shamelessly with a smile.

-and I hope that you will call out to him as well" She smiled and held her hand out to Carter. Carter stood from his seat, and walked to his mother, engulfing her in a tight hug and pulling out to face the audience. Astrid returned to her seat; wiping her nose with her handkerchief as Daryl consoled her. "It's been...fourteen years since I last saw my dad's face" Carter started, staring off into the attentive crowd. "And I can't believe that after all that time, I get to see it lifeless instead. A lot of you in the crowd knew our dad, and only a few really knew what kind of person he was. I mean, he didn't hide it. He was a perfectionist, and a rather harsh disciplinarian.

“Focus on the road.” He immediately looked away. I leaned back again, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past. Adrian Carter. The most sought-after man in the country. The golden heir. The disciplined, untouchable, cold-blooded strategist. Sneaking around with his nephew’s fiancée. If this exploded publicly… It wouldn’t just be gossip. It would be a scandal. A massive one. Family betrayal. Corporate instability. Moral outrage. Shareholder panic. The Carter name dragged through every headline.

The kind who smoothed over the gaps, who anticipated needs, who made our life look effortless from the outside. The screen was already awake when I sat down. His email was open, which wasn't unusual. Carter never logged out of anything, never worried about privacy because why would he? He owned three homes, a hedge fund worth nine figures, and apparently my complete trust. The preview pane showed his inbox and I wasn't reading it, not really, just scrolling to find his Seamless app when I saw the subject line: "Saturday night… you're an animal."

They glanced at each other like they were speaking through mind-link, returning their gaze to us. "So... you're together now?" France asked, smirking. "No," I replied. "Doesn't seem like it to me," Jovi said. "Can we just stop talking?" Alvin gruffed, turning his head away from them and to the Man, probably the Master or ceremony or whoever he was speaking into the microphone. "On this 30th Anniversary of The Carters', we'd now invite Mr. Asa Carter's son, Justin, for his speech." After his announcement, everyone clapped so I joined them to clap. A not-so-young-looking and hot man who was standing beside another woman who I assumed was his girlfriend or wife, judging from their physical cont

It was a shame that no one knew who he was. Ah, it could not be helped. Zayn was still trying to keep a low profile among society’s uppercrusts. Everyone knew that Violet Vision had a new chairman, but only a handful of them had actually seen the man. As for Zayn’s identity, his reputation as the man who married into the Carter family remained relatively unknown to the rich and famous.

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."

Zavier mumbled. Before Archie’s accident. Before the Quinns and Carters became enemies. He was once Zara’s childhood best friend. The same boy who used to pedal under the rain to sneak her to her ballet practice, who used to get into trouble with her. Now just a ruthless 3rd generation CEO of the biggest Real Estate group in New York City. Carter Realty. And now he had his eyes set on their company. “Why don’t you just fire him?” Zara questioned.