Novel & Cerita The Wolf Of Wall Street Novel

“It's a good one. I'm sure it'd be revolutionary.” “I'll try my best,” I attempted to take the wine when a hand stopped me. “How dare you sit and relish from his money when you just tried to bring down what he built. Grandfather,” Seraphina called as she slapped the bottle off my hands. It crashed to the floor, the content spilling and staining the tiles. “She revealed the corporation's affairs. Our stock prices have plummeted, grandfather. All because of her!” Seraphina pointed accusatory hands at me while eyes turned to us.

Pages I haven’t even read yet. “Who is this?” I asked, sitting next to her while she studied a picture of a man and a wolf next to him. He looked like Jedrick and I wondered who he was. “You don’t know who this is?” she asked. I shook my head, passing my hands on the sketch. “That’s your grandfather, Sir Luciano Rose. He was the founder of this town, the one that was bitten by that rabid wolf,” Margery replied. It made sense. Of course the book had to talk about him. He was the one that started the pack.

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”