Vincent Fgteev Novels & Stories

Vincent repeated, still not wanting to introduce his friend. Anderson felt that Vincent was denying it, so he took his steps instead. "What's your name? Let me introduce myself. My name is Anderson Silva, and I am the CEO of Horus Tech Corporation and the boss of your friend, David Clyde." Anderson stretched his hand to Grace. It made Vincent gasp in surprise at his recklessness. Meanwhile, Grace was confused, frowned, and turned to Vincent.

Vincent was in his apartment getting ready to fly to Cape Town with Natalia as soon as she was done with her meeting. Vincent has always been a silent partner. Natalia was the one who ran the show. He didn’t do much legwork. All he did was only shows face when it is absolutely necessary

Evans, my assistant who is driving, flinches visibly but keeps his eyes on the road. “I don’t fucking pay you to anticipate! Not only did you try to cover up your fuck up you are trying to make excuses?” “You better get to the bottom of this or you can kiss your job goodbye!” I hang up before he can offer another pathetic excuse and toss the phone onto the seat beside me. Vincent Ashford. The man is a drunk, a narcissist, and a fool. He barely knows how to tie his own ties, let alone orchestrate a multi-modal freight pivot.

Thus, he had gotten James to investigate. Vincent had hidden his identity very well. His real name was Sean Riley, and Vincent was just a fake name. It took some time to discover his true identity. When James was sent over Vincent's real information to Jackson, Jackson had gone to look for Yvonne immediately, but Yvonne and Vincent had seemingly vanished together.

Either his collar bone would break from his weight or Hezi’s fingers would tear though his flesh. “What is you name?” Demanded Hezi. “I am, I am Vincent. Th, th, this here’s shop owner.” Vincent felt as if he was one the verge of loosing his conscious. The pain was anguishing. Hezi started laughing as he let Vincent go. “Vincent, I like you. You seem intelligent. If you see that man let me know. I will be sure to reward you.” Hezi took a breath from the laughter.

I say and in walks my right hand man, my brother Vincent. "Boss, your father is coming to meet you tomorrow at five o'clock pm. Your brothers will be here by twelve as well." I tell him ok and I give him the permission to leave. It was already ten o'clock and I had business I needed to get taken care of. There was a special guest here and I couldn't keep him waiting.

Arz said introducing Vincent to Frans. Frans then approached Vincent and gave him a cheerful smile. “Hello, my name is Frans. Nice to meet you!” He exclaimed cheerfully Vincent smiled and said, ”My name is Vincent.” "That’s what makes me survive until now. My name is Varz. Vincent Arya Reksa Zaluntino." Varz said internally Varz then awakes and gets up from his straw bed. Yes, he sleeps in a stable. It is inhuman, yet it is a prove of the villagers” "hospitality" for him.

I tried to act normal to convince her, but I guess it didn't work. "Come on, stop denying it. It's obvious from your actions. And I can't blame you for having a crush on Vincent; he’s really handsome," Grace teased, looking mischievous. "Vincent?" I asked, looking at her. "Yeah, his full name is Clevincent Madriano Suitarez. Handsome and rich, but he eats at places like this even though he has a lot of money. By the way, he’s also a professor—he owns Zector State University."

In Vincent's opinion, Fane wasted millions of dollars on something pointless, and he was concerned that Fane would soon spend all of his money on nothing. "Don't get too worked up, Dad. Allow me to finish. I told you the Energy Nurturing Pills Cynthion Group works like a charm. All of the families invited to the ceremony were fighting over the pills, which I only got before anyone else because Mister Wolf told me about it ahead of time." Fane elaborated.

“Anyway, just want to let you know that she’s going to Flo’s gender reveal. So, you don’t have to act surprise or feel any awkwardness.” “Are you testing my patience again?!” “You know I always do, Kincaid,” Ronald replied with a snort. SJ snorted and ended the call. “Mr. Kincaid?” Debra’s voice came from the intercom. “What is it, Deb?” “Vincent from the race team is here to see you,” she replied. “I’ll let him in.” He immediately stood up when Vincent Lowe entered his office, looking grim. “What’s going on, Vince?” SJ then asked after noticing the expression of the team leader of the racing team. “What can I do that could help?”