Stranger Things Mr Clarke Novels & Stories

"Find them! No matter if they're alive or dead!" "Yes." Igor immediately replied. "This matter has already reached Mr. Clarke Senior. He fainted once he learned about it. Mr. Clarke, the Clarke family needs you at this moment."

She also did not expect Damian’s harsh response, which forced them into a dead end, especially Clarine. However, Clarine had not given up. More precisely, she didn’t want to give up. She looked at her phone screen, which displayed a photo of someone—a mysterious stranger, smiling faintly in front of the Cassel Group office. “If Damian thinks he’s won... he doesn’t know who really killed Enola’s parents.” Clarine whispered, her gaze sharp but her lips curving into an evil smile.

He picks up the phone and answer with a gruff voice. “Clarky speaking?” He was beyond sleepy. “Good day, Mr. Clarke. It's Evan from the reception office. We have been receiving distressing calls from an acquaintance of yours that needs you to be there ASAP.” Clarke made a groaning sound like a frustrated child. “Its Saturday. It’s my day off. Find someone else.” “She says she knows you sir. She says it’s an emergency and something about how you have promise to help her.” “And who would that be?” He answered lazily until the name he can’t seem to forget echoes in his ears.

I slowly opened my eyes, Doctor Hammond and the detective in my view. "Mr Clarke, May we talk?" Dr Hammond asked. "What's happened? Tell me." They both looked at each other, before pulling me to the side. "We think Robert has been in here-" The detective started, but I cut him off. "What do you mean, you think?!" I bellowed, fists clenching at my side. "Nate, please calm down. Hope can hear you." The detective warned, making me realise I had to be careful. She couldn't see me angry. "A guy came in, dark hair, glasses, claiming to be her brother-"

"Count me in." He wiped the blood from his lip, cursing silently, "Damn it! I've never been beaten up like this in my life." Ella's dazed gaze somehow made me want to laugh, so I decided to explain. "This is my friend Martin Clarke, Mr. Ryan Clarke's son." Ella trembled as she stuttered, "Mr. Ryan Clarke? One of the founders of Zeltra Corp?" I nodded subtly. "Sharp as always." She stumbled, almost losing her balance.