The S Class That I Raised Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Did you ever see his face?” “No.” “License plate?” I shake my head slowly. “I never thought much about it… All I remember is the car. It was a Mercedes S-Class, so whoever he is, he has money. Unless he was just a driver.” “I doubt it,” Adrian says immediately. “Those wellness retreats are expensive. If she attended regularly, they definitely had money.” Gunner folds his arms thoughtfully. “You think the husband is involved too?”

Rachel eyed me up and down. I scoffed, ignoring the pang in my chest. "You know, I'm happy I lost my mother because I'd rather choose to die than have a mother as you. You are such a bad, disgusting parent. I mean, look at the child YOU groomed" I pointed at Hannah. "Classless" Hannah's nose flared as she glared at me. "You didn't ..." "Oh I did!" I interrupted her. "You are as classless as your so-called mother. Maybe classlessness runs in the blood." I snickered, covering my mouth mockingly

It resembled the new one that Steve Lee had bought before, but the color wasn’t right. Brock didn’t think much of it. Instead, he smiled and invited Mandy, “CEO Zimmer, I recently bought a new Mercedes Benz S-Class. I’ll send you back home later.” He sighed. “Of course, my hundred-thousand-dollar car couldn’t compare to this Rolls Royce.” Although these words were self-effacing, they were simply a pretense. Stacy and the others also nodded along. “Mandy, it’s really comfortable to sit in the new Mercedes Benz S-Class!”

After that, they led me to the parking lot to unveil the vehicle. It was an obsidian black Mercedes-Benz S class parked in front of the sweeping marble steps. The front chrome was curvy, and the front grille was imposing. The customer license plate read, CHMN THOMPSON HOSPITAL INTL” “Dad, mom, thank you so much.” I said again, almost on the brink of tears, rushing towards both of them at once for a joint and even tighter round of embrace. A few moments later, the mansion buzzed with life as the patriarch and the matriarch of the family came to pay us a visit.

Given my understanding of the plot, I decided it would be best for both of us if he lived. “Mmm, saving a life earns more karma points, I should prepare incase for reincarnation” I muttered to myself, “Ajax, I’ll lend you a hand. But your survival is ultimately up to you.” --- Before, I had obtained my driver’s license during college and purchased a used car. Yet now, as I settled into the plush seats of the original Gwyneth’s BMW, I could tell it was a significant upgrade. It was nice to be given access to such a lavish vehicle; it was certainly a step above what I was used to.

He climbs in and I follow behind Hound, not even putting my seatbelt on. “This is my fault. I never should have come here.” Maverick says and I sigh before I speak up, not taking my eyes off Hound. “She would have found you either way. We are all family Mav, we will get the kids back and go from there.” I say as I take a sharp right and I’m right on Hound’s tail. The SUV was a gift from nanna and pop-pop. It is solid like a tank, but the speed is like that of a supercar. I am the princess of not just the club but the mafia, too. Even though I never tend to use that to my advantage.

But now she is. I looked at Kenby and the only thing I could do was thank the heavens for her. I thanked the heavens for her parents too. I never knew Kennedi would change me too. I never expected to be raising my friend’s child and love her as much I do now. I think I loved her more than her parents, if that’s possible.

“I have been training them since the last five years when you never showed yourself, I raised and trained them all my myself.” “Thanks for raising them, Sophie, but you can’t continue to raise my kids in that cubicle you call a house.” He stated and pulled me closer to himself, “have you forgotten who I am? How do you expect the kids of a man like me to live in that thing you call a house, that storage room?”

I replied politely. She was reserved with a maturity beyond her years. Despite being raised in luxury, she had a simple and modest demeanor, shunning anything overly flashy. Her surname had been altered during her grade school years due to Mr. Dominique's circumstances, but it was returned to its original form upon her graduation from high school. She was self-sufficient and capable, a testament to her upbringing as the daughter of a billionaire, who had instilled in her a strong sense of independence and resilience.

"You're not upset? You can't even touch his phone normally, can you?" "Why would I be upset?" I rested a hand lightly on my belly, my voice even. "A person who proves their worth by stealing from others isn't worth my anger." Clara's expression hardened instantly. "Who are you calling a thief?" "Whoever got defensive just now." Her fingers clenched around the phone, knuckles turning white. Looking at her — rattled, exposed — I suddenly remembered the suffocating pain I'd felt when I first learned about Adrian's affair. But that pain had passed. All that remained was cold clarity.