The Count's Youngest Son Is A Player Novels & Stories

She pointed out “True, you will be working for his son but not Tony.” Nelson affirmed “The chairman has two sons?” She asked confused. “Technically, yes but Tony isn’t one of them.” “I’m lost.” She admitted. Almost giving up attempt to understand further, she heard Nelson say. “Amanda” He called out her name, laughing. “Mr. Wright has two sons. His eldest son chose his dream of playing Professional football over his father’s company and his youngest son forfeited his dream of playing Professional football to work in his father’s company as the chief editor of silver line books." Nelson tried as much as he could to summarize the family background.

"I don't have any earpods on, Bash. No one is helping him." He grunted, removing his hand away from my face. "What about him?" He pointed to another guy. "Harry. Owner of a luxurious perfume brand. His son is a badminton player." I answered, feeling like a kid, answering his teacher. "Wrong. His son is a lawyer." I shook my head. "He is a badminton player. Wanna bet?" He immediately agreed. "You will leave if his son is a lawyer." I scowled at him. Son of a b.... No, I can't say that. Bash's parents are amazing people. After everything, he uses every opportunity to push me away. Fuckard.

The one who was called Stefan was none other than Lord Schulz’s fifth son, Stefan Schulz. There were five sons and two daughters in the Schulz family for this generation. Stefan was Lord Schulz’s fifth son, and he was the youngest out of the seven children. The young man who had just spoken up just now was Stefan’s youngest son, Zeno. Zeno was only eighteen years old this year, and he could be considered an academic genius. He had already been admitted into Harvard last year based on his own abilities and strength.

"Ay awm blythe Swilvesta. Dwaughter owf Mwarquess Swilvesta. Fwow ywears owld" (I am Blythe Silvesta. Daughter of marquess silvesta. Four years old) Despite being young, she still introduced herself in a cold way. 'o my god so cute' "I am Riley Acuesna 6 years old. Son of the southern duke. Nice to meet you" Oh! This guy is one of the male leads. I can't believe I'm really meeting them this early. The description of this guy really fits to him. 'and easy go lucky guy'

I'm surprised that I don't feel tensed up that Trent will also be playing. The Liverton players in red enter the pitch, followed by the blue Manchester city players. Both teams enter the pitch, holding hands with little kids. I see Kyle holding hands with a blue-eyed brown boy with beautiful curls. For a moment, my heart skips a beat wishing that was him and our baby.

Their business, in which they all have an equal share, is incredibly profitable. As for girls, Ariel and Gorgio have three, the youngest being twins who are still minors. Clarita and Zane have only one, Serene and Kensley have three. Fiona and Jace have only sons, three in all, of which Hester is the eldest. Same goes for Alexis and Eric, who have two sons. The eldest, Alric, still has two months to go before he turns eighteen.

I was wise to sit to my grandfather's right. I didn't want to get married. "Dear Fabio, you know my eldest sons and father-in-law," Matteo said in a grim tone. “He introduced you to my youngest son, Enzo, he is sixteen years old, he goes to the Magno school, in the tenth grade and he is an excellent athlete.” "It's a pleasure to meet the male offspring of the Bascianos," replied the old man, looking at us condescendingly, and you could see at once how patently macho he was.” They seem like good prospects.”

"Are you going to deny that? Let's see, how many men did you get down with during the holiday" "A few" "I need number" "3 or 4, I'm not sure" "You are sure, you just don't like it when I Judge you and is cool but the point is, those men are strangers, I could bet that you don't know them" "I know just one" "Who?" That piqued Cameron interest

"Don't let her quiet demeanor fool you. She has a lot to say when she gets comfortable. And she's quite the badminton player. Her best sport, really. She'll challenge you to a game if you're not careful." I force a smile, but inside, I'm reeling. How does he know so much about her? Her best sport? Her personality? He's known them for all of five minutes, and yet... he speaks of them like old friends. Like family. My eyes drift to the boy. He's watching me with a lazy, amused expression, his arms crossed. My father claps a hand on his shoulder. "And this is Nicholas," my father says. "The youngest. He's twenty."

"We made this possible. All of us. Together." Their sons came running out onto the balcony, their faces flushed with excitement. Aric was ten now, tall and strong, his golden eyes bright with the promise of the leader he would become. Elias was seven, his quiet intensity balanced by a gentle smile that could light up any room. "Mama! Papa!" Aric called out. "The games are starting! Can we go down and watch?" Kai laughed and ruffled his hair. "Of course. Go ahead. We will be right behind you."