Tank Jones Mga Nobela at Kwento

“First time I admit this out loud.” “You know Annie during a brief time being blind…she told me never to apologize for being honest or emotional. Showing your emotions is a sign of strength.” “Okay,” Aaron reached for his glass. “Earlier when I called, where is Annie?” “I am not sure. She was in a mood.” “About what?” “Do you know a woman called Grace Jones?” “I do; she is one of my partners in Crown Towers. Why,” “She killed Luke.” “Are you serious?” Aaron quickly gets onto his feet.

I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers into my temples. See your doctor soon. The thought landed heavier than it should have. The work phone beeped. Once. Sharp. Controlled. I straightened immediately. “Yes,” I said. “Your meeting with the private investigator is in five minutes,” my chief of staff said. “He’s confirmed.” “Good,” I replied. “I’m on my way.” The line disconnected. Joe Jones. The name still annoyed me. Too ordinary. Too forgettable. The kind of name that slipped through cracks and reappeared where it mattered. I had been told, repeatedly, that he was the best in the city. Not flashy. Not loud. Just thorough.

My father knows nothing about earning money, and all he did was waste the money on alcohol and gambling while my mother worked as a maid at Jones Mansion. The Jones Mansion includes Mr. Arthur Jones, an owner of a financial company. Samantha Jones, his wife, and Natasha Jones, the only daughter of the pair. The Jones family might look like a happy family to me at first before I realized that the happiness they showed to the media was just a bunch of lies. Their family is just as wrecked as mine. Pathetic, isn't it?

Samantha's eyes widened in disbelief as she kept muttering under her breath, "No way... this can't be... Cassandra is a broke orphan..." Evan crept forward, his voice wavering. "Mr. Moore, are you sure you have the right person? Her name is Cassandra. She's a student who got expelled for fighting. She can't be a Jones." Wayne turned and looked at him like he was something scraped off the bottom of a shoe. "Watch your mouth. Ms. Jones is the only daughter of the Jones family and the CEO's most beloved sister. Who do you think you are, daring to point fingers at her?"

He wanted to oppress Zayn with his presence. “That’s right! My boss is precisely Luke Jones. He is the wealthiest man in Tael City and he has a net worth of a few tens of billion dollars. He can crush an ant like you to death with his foot!” said Jared in a sonorous voice. His expression was filled with pride and arrogance as if he was Luke Jones. Zayn chuckled. He said with a rather sarcastic expression, “Luke has a net worth of a few tens of billion dollars already? It seems that the lad is doing quite well huh.”

I stood there with twenty warriors behind me. Four of the vehicles emptied and the warriors of the Red River Pack surrounded the SUV in the middle. The back door opened and out stood a man 6 foot 5 inches tall. Long blonde hair, dressed in a black suit. I knew he wasn’t here for a social call. I walked over to him with my hand extended. “Welcome to the Lunar Lake Pack Alpha Jones.” We shook hands. “This was an unexpected visit, but like always, I am happy to see you.”

Chapter 111 Charles Jones stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corner office, watching the city spread out below him like a chess board. The afternoon sun cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the lines that ten years of bitter rivalry had etched around his eyes. At thirty-two, Charles had already built Jones Corporation into a billion-dollar empire, but it still wasn't enough. It would never be enough as long as Alexander Kane existed to overshadow him. His secretary knocked softly on the door. "Mr. Jones? The financial reports you requested are ready."

It ached badly like she had slammed her head into a rock , of course the bat behind had a Rocky head . “ You bumped into me Miss ” Jones countered taking abrupt by her rude speech . He had expected an outright apology from her instead she is a blabber mouth . “ Do you know that I am wife of Ryan Reynolds ? ” she asked batting her lashes as she spoke while Jones looked at her from head to toe and let out a chuckle “ You are a con artist ,are you not ?.” he leaned asking her “ Watch your mouth you good for nothing ” she cursed “ oh I will ,if you stop claiming what is not yours ” Jones retorts as he walked away to meet his Mistress .

ETIENNE'S POV I was working in my office when Mr.Jones entered my office looking extremely serious.When isn't he serious? "Umm Sir."He cleared his throat. "Yes Jones?"I said without looking up. "Umm..sir." "Quit the mumbling Jones and tell me what is the matter?"I drawled. "Sir there is been an accident with Ms.Taylor." "Excuse me?What?"I looked at him.My eyes almost bugging out.

He was not that close to Alberto, he just did him a favor. She was checking her work email when the door creaked. She dropped the phone and turned to look at the door. Jones came in with a gun pointed at her. Jones was a buff man, he had big muscles, broad shoulders and was about five feet eight inches tall. His short black hair was gelled back and he had a briefcase in his left hand. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" He asked as he dropped his briefcase on the ground while carefully watching her.