The 100 Clarke Griffin Novels & Stories

Clarke! Many children of small families and entrepreneurs at the outer stage looked at the hall. All the bosses from various districts paid respects to the young man one after another. They only felt that they had never experienced such excitement as today. “That’s my role model!” Many people sighed in their hearts. They knew that after today, only one voice reigned. The voice that belonged to Mr. Clarke of Riverdale! This leader was none other than Mr. Clarke! Philip sat on the top spot, playing with the Desert Eagle in his hands with his legs propped. His eyes faintly scanned past the audience.

No sense scaring a kid near-to-death, he figured, especially if he wanted Claire to see him as a decent guy. “Hi, Tanya,” Claire said. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “Really?” Tanya said, looking Griff up and down. “Hi. I’m Tanya.” “John Griffin,” he said. “But everyone calls me Griff.” “Oh, do they now?” Claire said with heavy sarcasm. “I had noooooo idea.”

I asked. “Yes, sir,” Derrick said, his voice steady. “Doctor Griffin has been apprehended. I provided the confession as evidence, and his medical license has been revoked. He’s been sentenced to three years in jail. As for Clarke and Grant, the police are actively searching for them. They’ll be found soon.” “Good,” I said, my voice firm. “Every single one of them must pay.” Derrick nodded. “What about Weston? Should we discuss it?” “How bad is it?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

“I knew you were never meant to carry my legacy.” “You mean the fraud?” Clarke snapped. “The lies? The dirty secrets you stuffed behind foundation grants and fake press? No, I wasn’t meant to carry it, right? I was meant to pose in front of it, smile for the cameras, wear a suit you picked out, and say things you approved.” “Sit down,” he barked. But Clarke didn’t move. He looked flushed, wild with disbelief and something close to grief.