Novel & Cerita Uncle Ford Gravity Falls

"You probably shouldn't have even told him you were retiring. He’s a ghost. He wouldn't have known the power had changed." Dad laughed for real this time, though it was weary. "He would have found out. Nothing escapes Michael Knox. Besides, I didn't tell him. Adam went running his mouth, hoping to impress the man. Adam thinks that once he owns the Greene Empire, he’ll finally be worthy of his uncle's respect." "His uncle?" I froze. "Yes. Michael Knox is Adam’s uncle. Not that he cares for the boy; they don't speak. Michael is straight to the point, no drama. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone."

The back of my clothes was drenched in sweat. A car stopped in front of me. As the door opened, I saw Benjamin. He did not close the door and approached me to ask if I was hurt. "I heard there was a fire here. Come. I'll send you to the hospital," said Benjamin and grabbed my hand without thinking much. I broke free and said, "I am fine, Mr. Spencer. There's nothing you need to worry about." This time around, Benjamin reacted differently. "Do you still think of me as your uncle, Yvonne? I've checked! You've been to the hospital three times last December to see a psychiatrist!

His voice echoed through the hall. He cleared his throat and raised his glass. “Thank you, everyone, for being here. I know my grandfather would be proud; passing the company on to me… it’s a dream come true.” I looked up at the picture of Mr. Night—my father—hanging on the wall behind him. He used to terrify everyone, but now he was just a photo in a frame. Caleb kept talking, thanking his dead grandfather like some perfect grandson. But I knew better than anyone else and tonight, their lies would fall apart.

She fell back against the wheelchair as her body spasmed uncontrollably. Uncle Steve strode over to me and stepped on my face. He dangled the bottle of pills in front of me and asked with a wicked smile, "Are you going to keep being stubborn, Caleb? I'll return the pills to you if you sign the promissory note." "Stop wasting your breath on him, Steve," Aunt Valerie said impatiently. "The old hag's not going to last another minute." My heart felt as if it was tearing apart as I watched Mom's eyes roll into the back of her head, her breathing slowly turning weak.

The neighbors were all debating whether Uncle Jared was an unknowing party or a co-conspirator. It wasn't long before the police officers brought Uncle Jared over to the police station. I stayed in the corner, watching his worried expression and the way he seemed completely uneasy as he showed up late. I knew exactly where this was going. It seemed like Uncle Jared was preparing to pin all the blame squarely on poor old Mom. It turned out that their sibling bond was completely superficial—a fact that didn't surprise me in the least, given their family's consistent, inherent selfishness.

"Uncle!" Caroline kept calling, as there was no response from inside. She kept knocking on the door, hoping Jared would come out of the room and want to talk to her. It seemed that their relationship had been damaged so far because of a misunderstanding. "Uncle, I think we need to talk!" Caroline persisted. She don't know how long she stood there, knocking on the door and calling his name. Finally, the door opened with Jared appearing behind it. The man had a somber face, as if he had a lot on his mind. He was only wearing a white undershirt, so his beautiful muscles were perfectly visible.

Cade got out of the car and shouted, "Uncle Fletcher!" Fletcher used to be the vice-chairman of Northwood Corporation, so he enjoyed a fairly close relationship with Henry. Cade used to go over to Stansend Manor to play when he was a kid and their paths always crossed. Fletcher was like an uncle to him. Cade didn't get too close, considering they had not exited their car. It would have been dangerous for him to approach them blindly. The car window rolled down, revealing Fletcher.

There was something about that vault that I had to remember… But of course, I couldn't remember what it was. “This place is huge!” Chris called out, staring through the windshield. “It's worth a fucking fortune, too!” “Yeah…” Aldo chuckled before twisting in his seat to look at me. “Your uncle will soon become one lucky son of a bitch.” I gave him a tight smile, then turned to the window. I would never let that fucker have it. ***

Chapter 65: Max’s Point of View The tension in the boardroom became suffocating as my uncle, Samuel Graves, stepped fully into the room. His polished demeanor exuded authority, his sharp gray suit tailored to perfection. The directors, who moments ago seemed resolute in their stance against me, now looked uneasy, their eyes darting between Samuel and me. The air was electric, and I could feel the shift in power dynamics. Samuel Graves. My uncle. The man who'd taught me my first lessons about betrayal.

Hector smiled and subconsciously asked, “Dad, is Seventh Uncle's car safe? The streets are full of people who are waiting to capture me now.” “Don’t you know what kind of power your seventh uncle has? His car is absolutely safe! In Uppercreek, your seventh uncle is still considered a person of status and position. He even knows Alan Holmes, one of the three underground lords of Uppercreek. Besides, your seventh uncle is representing our family to talk about cooperation with the relevant units in Uppercreek this time. It’s a high-level reception and the car belongs to a sponsor. No one will dare to check it. I’ll call him right now,” his father said with certainty.