The Story Of Arthur Truluv นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I’m sure she was trying to tell me something but then I was already confused enough to listen to her. “Come on girl, make your decision already but be smart about it.” Mom nudged me. “Would you let whatever my decision is stand?” “Well, you are a smart girl. I trust your decision.” I sat up on the bed. “Mom, Arthur really has found his mate. Yeah I know I told you before but I’m serious about it. I saw it with my own eyes.” “Oh Sam stop with the jokes. You can’t lie your way out of this.” “Mom, I swear, I saw her. But he rejected her.”

Arthur said, his eyes fixed on the television. I smiled, “The matriarch wanted to see me fall, isn’t this the way forward?” Arthur sighed; he was a strategist, just like me, but I could see it in his eyes that he wasn’t agreeing with my crude method of things. “What do you plan to do when you debunk the story?” he asked. “Nothing, when I make a major investment, the world wouldn’t remember what had happened a few weeks ago, right now, Petal Conrad has to enjoy her few seconds of fame,” I replied, pouring myself a glass of whiskey.

“Arthur was resilient. Stubborn. Even after losing everything, he kept trying. Kept talking to people. There was a risk he might actually succeed in rebuilding something. Or worse, that he’d start talking about our deal. Making me look bad.” “So what did you do?” He turned to look at me, and I saw it. The pride. The satisfaction. “I solved the problem. Permanently.” My heart started pounding. “What do you mean?” “There was a gala. November 2013. Some charity event. Arthur was there, of course. Desperate for opportunities. Networking like his life depended on it.” Alistair returned to his desk. “I didn’t attend. Couldn’t be seen in the same room with him after our business collapse. The optic

I hoped nothing extraordinary would happen. I adjusted the collar of my tux, not moving from my seat. Around me, laughter dripped too sweet, too loud, too forced. They all loved Arthur Rawlings events, the yearly report of the companies and all that he owned, they loved the fact that he organised an event to let everyone know how money was spent, how much was made, and how much went to charity. Arthur climbed the podium with the help of Lev. He was aging really fast. If I wasn't mistaken, Arthur was sixty five years old (he still looked good enough to be seen around Jennifer Farrow).

the servant reported. Trey, head down at his plate, didn't pay much attention. Their house saw countless deliveries daily—files, documents, gifts. Arthur's network was vast, and those eager to curry favor weren't few. Many young entrepreneurs approached him directly. "Here, for you," Stella said without suspicion, handing the folder to Arthur. He hadn't wanted to be interrupted during dinner, but in a strangely good mood, he opened it. And in an instant, his expression changed. Inside was a marriage license.

he muttered under his breath but Arthur ignored him. Tim was an elderly man in his fifties and had been by Arthur’s side since he was ten. His grandfather hired him to help Arthur after the death of his parents as he became too busy because of their group of companies. When Arthur turned eighteen, he joined the company and shocked everyone by expanding it greatly and increasing annual profit despite his young age. Everyone respected Arthur and when he spoke, the whole board listened.

"Arthur?" "Arthur took me from the clinic thirty-one years ago," Leo explained gently. "He knew William was planning to split the rest of you into different states to test his experiment. Arthur couldn't save all of you, but he managed to hide me here, paying for my schooling and medical care using the hidden reserve fund he took from Apex Global." Marcus stepped forward from behind Julian, his dark eyes locked onto Leo. "Then who sent the wire transfer at two o'clock this morning right after Victor died?"

“I found the ledger, Julian. I saw the stipends. I saw exactly how much my silence was worth to my uncle. I'm not the one who's confused. I'm the one who's finally awake.” Arthur finally stood up, smoothing his lapels with a hand that shook just enough to be visible. He didn't look afraid; he looked like a man playing his final, desperate card. He pulled a thick, official-looking document from a blue folder and laid it on the desk with a heavy thud. “That’s enough,” Arthur said, his voice regaining its oily, practiced authority. “We tried to handle this with dignity. We tried to protect you. But barging in here with a rival CEO? It only proves the diagnosis.”

My eyes widened in shock when I heard what he said, how did he even get to know about Arthur? I turned towards him, my heart drumming in my chest, I didn't know what he was going to say, and I anticipated it so much. “Arthur isn't who he appears to be in your eyes, Arthur is a businessman, but he is not. He is a mafia who deals with drugs, stolen jewelry, and women, nothing more than that.”

You're someone who can be reasoned with, and you don't want Bryce and I to disagree with each other over this trivial matter, do you? This trivial matter? Holly chuckled, self-deprecating. This, to her, was a matter that impacted her whole life, and yet it was nothing but a trivial matter to Arthur. She forced her tears back before slowly looking up at him and saying without inflection in her tone, "I understand." Arthur's smile deepened. "You're a good kid. I like you, actually, but your family… "I'm a businessman, and my company is my priority. It's the culmination of the blood and sweat of many generations. Don't feel any ill will toward me because of how cruel I am. The world out there i