The Legend Of Old Gregg Novels & Stories

His ash blonde hair was highlighted subtly in a professional setting. He had met Leonard when he was nine years old at the park. Leonard who had been flying his kite saw Greg sitting alone sulking, came up to him and asked if he wanted a kite. Greg still angry that he had to live with his great grand aunt told him no. Leonard then asked if he had a brother. Greg didn't answer but Leonard didn't mind. He then went on to tell him how he had begged his mother for a little brother but his mother had given him a little sister. Greg had laughed and said he wanted a brother too. Leonard then took Greg's hand and told him since they had both wanted a brother, they could be brothers.

- His father spoke for the first time since the dinner started. Greg was grateful for this distraction. He grabbed a fork, digging into his food, even if it was already cold. - Apologies, Father, but could you blame me for being curious? Greg visited the witches' kingdom. There had to be a lot to talk about. - Xavier looked at the King, but his father acted like he could not hear it.

“That ship has sailed, and don’t you do anything to disrupt that.” “Yes, I know. I’ve met him and his mate,” Harry replied and picked an invisible piece of lint from their shoulder. “We all appear to be settling down, it seems. Darling father with his entire chocolate box of mates, and I hear that you have developed a taste for werewolves yourself. Hello, sweetie,” they purred to Greg. “Um. Hi.” Greg picked his jaw up from the ground. “We probably should not stand out on the road like this, Sigrid,” he said, gesturing to the bodies. “Someone’s bound to notice that at some stage.”

Sheila's POV I opened my arms and embraced Gregory tightly, noticing that I now had to stand on tiptoe to reach his neck. It had been years since we last saw each other, and he had changed so much. Gregory's father was the founder of Cliff Law Firm, renowned nationwide. His father had a lot of business dealings with my father, and my divorce agreement was drafted by a lawyer from Cliff Law Firm. When we were kids, his family lived next door to mine. Unlike my brothers Travis and Will, who inherited my father's dark brown hair, I took after my mother with red hair. Gregory's hair was red too, making him look more like my real brother compared to Travis and Will.

He was only sixteen, but he was a good fighter the last time he saw him six-almost seven- years ago. “Dad wants to retire soon, and he thinks for his one hundred and eleventh birthday he wants that to happen. So by this time next year.” He sighed before continuing on. “Also, Gregory got his wolf soon after you left. He is a beta.” I felt like my life was getting fucked. This was just too much to sink in. “And the old man lied about you coming because?” I asked, just to distract myself from all of the other information I had overloaded in my mind.

Gregg faintly nodded and walked away. She tagged alongside him all the way to his green Audi car that matched his green suit. She waved goodbye as the car drove away. And then she thought, “He looks a bit old for Elena, but as long as they’re in love, the age gap is nothing. I’m happy for you, Elena.” At the same time, Gregg was smiling. “Why do you look happy, Young Master?” Atlas asked. “I wasn’t sure if it was worth coming all the way to Salem city,” Gregg said, “but it helped me learn something. The man who humiliated me at the cafe is probably the same guy who helped Lucia rebuild her cafe. So, he’s rich and powerful unlike Ryan.”

“Why are you laughing?” I shook my head slowly, a crooked smile tugging at my lips. “Because if there’s one thing Greg has always been, it’s ambitious. Desperately ambitious. He doesn’t just want success—he wants conquest. He doesn’t buy companies to grow them. He buys them to own the people who built them.” She stared at me, surprised. “You knew he was like that?” “I’ve known Greg for years,” I said calmly. “Brilliant strategist. Ruthless when it suits him. He’s been circling weakened empires for a long time. Michael just made himself an easy target.”

Wendel said coldly. “Mr. Lopez, your victory during Bayville’s economic battle back in the day was extraordinary. You wiped out the York family, even though they had billions in assets. They won’t have any descendants now, hahaha…” Gregory said with admiration. Wendel’s eyes sparkled with pride. “I had a glorious past, but I’m old now!” “Although you’ve gotten older, you still have high ambitions. Today, we will avenge Mr. Ludwig and make you a hero again,” Gregory said arrogantly.

Spade's mind went back to the deal, Matteo was right, there was something off about how Greg was quick to give away his daughter to someone he barely knew, not just anyone but to someone as dangerous as himself. But Spade could care less about all that. If Greg wanted to even add his late wife to the deal, Spade would take it, if it meant he gets to get half of Greg's company and 50% profit from every business made by the company But something was still tugging at his mind, one question was still brewing. Why didn't he ever know that Greg had a son? And that he ran all the legal businesses of his father. Spade didn't see anything about him on the file he had drawn up about Greg, not even a s

Wayne straightened up and faced Miguel squarely. "What do you mean by that?, I summoned all dad's lawyers and they never said a thing about it" He folded his arms and watched him. A will?, was he kind enough to have left a will?. "I think he might have left something close to a will" Miguel continues. "C'mon Miguel quit beating around" Wayne blurt out in exasperation. "Greg always had foresight of things. Did you think he would have let you guys suffer?, hell no Wayne. Greg saved a huge amount of money in a private account which he opened in your name.