Steve Hilton นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Not so good. Mayor Hilton visited earlier, demanding to speed up the study of the antidote. He made a tremendous fuss inside the laboratory, not only disrupting our works, wasting our time and let us listen to his nonsense but also scolding us for being slow and useless. What a scumbag. Does he even know what is he spouting? I always keep wondering why he’s so stupid. Maybe he ate his own brain that’s why his stomach looks so big?” Mayor Hilton is the “big” figure of this base. Back when the world was still normal, he was nothing but a small-time official. It was only when the apocalypse came he found a way to climb the ladder. Also relying on his son’s power as a key figure in mercenary de

After Sean returns home, Harvey and Caroline are left in the office. Today they have no intention of dating because they are currently in the presence of a detective, Dalton. Yes, a professional detective Harvey hired to find out about Steve. Harvey was sure that something was wrong with Steve. “His name is Steve Hans and he is originally from the UK. He owns a fairly well-known law firm here. Those who know Steve admit that Steve is a kind and friendly person. There's no record of a crime, everything's clear, but there is one thing that is suspicious.” Dalton pulled out a file and it was the call history.

She knows the penalty for it. Could it be someone from the hockey team? “It’s Justin Reyes.” Oliver tells me. A pang of regret instantly goes through me. A sense of emptiness and despair filled the room. My heart beats heavily in my chest, it feels heavy with anger and betrayal. My shoulders slumped, I feel foolish for falling for the enemy. How did I let this happen? How did I even get here? Claiming she’s my mate and she’s the one I want? “I’m guessing the Halloween party attack was a deliberate setup?” I ask Oliver.

His chest was now falling and rising heavily. “You are right that you have every right to know what’s going on around you, but have you ever thought about why we keep you out of a few things?” I didn’t register a word coming out of his mouth. All I could think was that he yelled at me. What hurt the most was the redness at the corners of his eyes. Vincent Holster. The heir of the Holster Empire and the CEO of Holster Tech. A man known for his ruthlessness and coldness when it comes to business.

I stayed late. Again. The building was nearly empty — lights dimmed, the click of my heels echoing through the 33rd floor like a guilty confession. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. But Mr. Hale? He was still in his office. He always was. Vincent Hale, CEO of Hale & Stratton. Mid-forties. Tall. Commanding. Salt-and-pepper hair that made him look like a goddamn power fantasy. He never raised his voice, but when he said my name — “Sienna.” — I felt it between my thighs.

He had been humiliated by the King. "This isn't over, Your Majesty," Hilton hissed, his voice trembling with rage as he glared at Dominic, then at me. "You can hide behind your crown for now, slave. But a mate bond doesn't change the law. You belong in a cage, and I will get you back. Mark my words." Without waiting for a response, Hilton turned around, shoving his way past his own warriors and storming out of the ballroom, the doors slamming shut behind him with a loud crash.

There was a large gathering in the most expensive hotel in Dubai. It was a big headline in the news. Matilda Emerson, CEO of Hilton Enterprises, one of the world's leading businesses was partnering with Multi-trex Incorporation, "the sinking ship" as the media termed it, in what would be the biggest deal about to go down. Investors and billionaires alike were all in attendance. It was a crowd for the rich and powerful.

I could see the whole of New York from where I was standing and all its impressive night lights. “What are you talking about?” I asked as I slowly turned around. I was calm while he was angry. That had always been our dynamic. He wore his emotions on his face and mannerisms proudly, I didn’t. I preferred not to let people know what I was thinking or feeling. It made me a little unpredictable and it got people frustrated enough to reveal what they were feeling. “You what I’m talking about, fucker. You hired Hazel fucking Thompson.” He stated. “I did and this is my hotel so I don’t understand how that concerns you.”

Dean: “Why was Sabine helping though? Knowing her, she doesn’t do anything for free.” Viktor asked and I shook my head. I knew that Sabine didn’t do me this favor for free, but whatever the reason was, I knew that I was about to find out. If Lorenzo was playing a dark game, then I was going to be the one to stop him. To say the least, I was going to be the one to draw his limits.

He was about to follow when a familiar voice broke his focus. “Hey, buddy!” Lucian sighed. “Steve.” Steve Hilfiger… his friend, Forty-one years, the vice president of Hilfiger Corporation, and the only man brave enough to tease him. His energy was the opposite of Lucian’s calm restraint…. loud, charming, a natural talker. But those who knew Steve well also knew to fear the quiet moments. His temper, when provoked, could rival Lucian’s. “Hi,” Lucian greeted simply. Steve twisted his mouth dramatically. “Hi,” he mimicked in a dull tone.