Novel & Cerita The Legend Of Old Gregg

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.”

Greg swallowed with difficulty as he wiped off the cold sweats that formed on his forehead. “If it’s Prince York, although the situation would be difficult, I will still do my job. But this man’s status really isn’t someone we can offend.” Yannick frowned. “Can’t you just tell me who is that straightforwardly?” Greg answered with a trembling voice, “The living legend, Sword Army’s chief instructor.” Smack! On the other side, the sound of the phone being dropped to the ground could be heard. After a long moment, only Yannick’s shivering voice was heard, “You’re saying, the chief instructor of the Sword Army? The chief instructor? Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

“Greggory, I have always held you in a high position. you are a man of great affluence how can you let such silly ideas cloud your reasoning? he would have found one way or another to have his deed done. I did not get the chance to interact with your wife very much before her death but I do know she did what she had to, to save you from committing the greatest treason and having your wolf run mad. How would you ever have killed your fated mate for another? Your wolf may be okay with you taking her as a bride but it certainly hasn't forgotten the love he has for his mate, never reason this the other way around. Elder Fern Roxwell deserves nothing and nothing shall he get. get your life fixed

I say, and he chuckles as he pulls me into his arms, and I can feel his breathing on my neck. “I’ll let this one slide, but later on you will introduce him to me. I just need to remind him of who I am. After all, we are old friends,” Greg says and I look at him, frowning. What the hell is he talking about? Old friends? As if that was even a possibility. They are from two completely different worlds. Dylan wouldn’t be caught dead around a drug dealer.

Even if she is no longer young, she is still a first-class beauty. "Are you Ashley? You are finally coming! Grandpa and Grandma are urging Morgan every day, saying that Morgan is not doing well as a grandson!" Katie took Ashley's hand and said gently and enthusiastically. "Mom," Ashley called obediently. "Yes..." This yell made Katie burst into joy, "Hurry up, go see Grandpa and Grandma." Ashley never thought that she would meet Rick Blackstorm one day. You know, this name is a legend in the country The old man joined the army when he was young, and he was a soldier all his life. A legend in the business world has been achieved.

“He’s trying his best.” “Good,” Gregory said simply, walking toward the little bookshelf that Damian had got in her room. His fingers brushed the spines of the books she had arranged. “You’ve been reading again.” “Yes,” she said softly. “It helps me relax.” He nodded, picking one of the books up, a collection of essays on family legacy. His expression softened slightly as he turned a few pages. “You know,” he began, “when I was younger, I used to think legacy was only about wealth. The name. The empire.”

Linda and Tara listened with rapt attention, occasionally gasping in surprise and exchanging knowing glances. By the time Leo finally paused to catch his breath, Dean seized the chance to interject—only for Leo to abruptly change direction. “But wait, that’s not the end! There’s a fourth one. Not a gang leader, but a bona fide heir to a gang—Greg Kingston.” At the mention of Greg’s name, Linda and Tara’s eyes lit up even more intensely. They leaned in eagerly, their gazes practically blazing with curiosity. Leo, basking in their attention, smugly settled himself between them and launched into another colorful tale, painting Greg as an almost mythical figure. His words flowed with such flair

“Bullshit. You’re practically glowing.” I sneer at my brother. “Never say that again.” Leo clears his throat. “Can we please get back to the matter at hand? What were you saying, Mr. Greggy?” The old man sits across from me in the guest chair. He smells heavily of cigarettes, and his yellowing teeth confirm my suspicions. He reminds me of a squirrel with rabies, jumpy and practically frothing at the mouth with anger. “She threatened my life!” he exclaims. “That bitch was going to break every bone in my body if I didn’t give her what she wanted. Like I’d ever swear allegiance to her.”