The Heir And The Servant, Started From A Bet Novelas e Histórias

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

He had envisioned a bright future for his corporation as long as it falls into the hands of his son—Nathan Vanguard. The Vanguard Mansion The Vanguard Mansion stood under the oppressive light of the sun as it reflects a kaleidoscope of colors on the environment. Dr. Vanguard sat in his study. His jaw rested on his already intertwined fingers as he stared blankly into the air. Dr. Vanguard was infuriated and curious to know about what happened to his son. He had many questions running through his mind. What killed his son? Or rather who killed his son?

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

The servant was about to catch up when the young man grabbed his arm. "Who is your master?" "He’s the heir of the Sheffield family!" The servant replied quickly, eager to catch up, then broke free and rushed after Fulton. The young man stood at the entrance of the less-crowded alley, watching Fulton’s figure disappear into the crowd. His dark eyes sparkled with admiration as he murmured to himself, "The heir of the Sheffield family… I would’ve never thought that with such a robust father, his son would be so refined, graceful, and chivalrous…"

"Hmph. It seems he really has no faith in us!" "Sir, actually…" "What, are you saying he took the hundred strikes bet?" Jaden was furious even before the servant could finish, exclaiming in disbelief, "What's Gene Pearce's problem?! This is an insult to us Favonis!" "No, sir!" the servant quickly butted in, pursing his parched lips as he braced himself and said, "He didn't bet on you… He's betting on the other side!" "What?!" Jaden's eyes went wide in sheer fury.

I sat back down, and he sat opposite me in the stool he had brought. “Genesis, I’m so sorry about whatever that servant told you. I told you that you should brace yourself.” “You didn’t tell me to brace myself for the truth.” “It’s not the truth. She was probably just jealous that I brought you.” “But that didn’t come from the Princess. It came from her servant. Why would her servant get jealous on her behalf?”

Then, as if recalling something, she added lightly— “Speaking of which… doesn’t the title ‘mistress pretending to be a rich heiress’ suit you quite well? Saves me the trouble of coming up with a headline when I expose you.” Vanessa’s expression froze. “I’ve been part of the Hartley family since birth!” she snapped. “As for Gabriel, you couldn’t keep him, that’s your failure. No one will believe you.” Isabella smiled faintly. “Then let’s test that.” Her voice dropped. “I’ll reveal mine too. The two men you bribed are still missing, aren’t they? Maybe I’ll have better luck finding them publicly.” Vanessa’s face turned pale. “Isabella… you’re insane.”

“Why would I get married when I am not even betrothed to anyone?” Now it was Simon’s turn to sigh. “How would you be betrothed if you don’t even send a marriage proposal to anyone?” Truthfully, Simon wanted to ask himself when did his master start to be stubborn. Ever since he was young, he was always a sharp boy who always thought of the duchy’s future. That was why he remained as the heir even after the young lady, who seemed to be more of a Fiore than any one of them, arrived in the estate.

she said. "Thank you, Madam, because the first piece is the hardest." He drew a ragged breath. "Nineteen years ago I joined the master's service because he paid my gambling debts and promised that I would never hunger again, and I believed that I was selling him numbers and not children. By the time that I understood, I owned a house and a wife and a daughter, and they were all hostages to the same man." "You understand that this speech does not make me weep," Alexia said.

He sat down and beckoned everyone to do the same before getting to the heart of the matter. “Whoever gets married first becomes the heir,” Caddaric announced. “Both of us are the heirs. We shall work together,” Cal one countered. They saw value in each other and enjoyed working together as well as being best friends with identical features. No one was going to be pushed to the back.