Wallace Wells X Todd Novels & Stories

Calder’s POV I smiled to myself and returned to my emails, already planning exactly how tonight would go. I was reviewing the report on the recovered pinhole cameras when my assistant buzzed in. “Mr. Calder, Sir Wells is here. He says it’s urgent about the foundation portfolio.” I leaned back in my chair. “Send him in.” Wells entered moments later, closing the door behind him. He looked sharp in his suit, but I could see the tension in his posture. He nodded respectfully.

Inside, Aunt Elizabeth and her friend cooed over Emily, immediately taking her from Milli. The younger lady smiled warmly, “Since the gramma’s are busy, I’ll introduce myself. I’m Camille Wallace. That’s my Gramma Dorine. My cousin Beau and Grandpa Ben are unloading the pod with my girls, Willow and Gracie.” “Milli Row... uh, Haywood.” Camille smiled sympathetically, “Sorry for your divorce and loss. My sister died giving me Willow. I know things are painful, but you’re not alone, and if you ever need someone to talk to...”

Chapter 082 DARIUS Torren and I both sat up straighter in our chairs. The words came out of our mouths at almost the exact same moment. "What wonderful news?" Todd was practically bouncing on his feet, clutching a stack of papers to his chest. His eyes were bright with excitement, the kind of energy that came from a breakthrough after hours of research. "Well, first things first," Todd gestured at Torren with his free hand. "Get up, lad. Let me have that chair."

“Nia. She’ll be here tonight. She took the long train — the scenic one through Wisconsin and Michigan.” Camille laughs. A notification pops up on my screen. New Email: Michael Stevens I blink. I wonder if he finally found a building to expand the teenage program to? I open it. And I damn near choke on air. Michael wrote: “This is to inform you that Mr. Jalen Todd will be at the housewarming tomorrow. He would appreciate the opportunity to interact with you if you are comfortable.” I laugh so hard Camille’s belly shakes from watching me. “He’s using his attorney now?” she asks.

He now held the only evidence of Director Gabe's double game. Midnight. A sputtering neon sign outside washed the asphalt in a dirty yellow light. Wallace pushed the door open and stepped into the 24-hour diner. The air smelled of stale grease and burnt coffee. He slid into a corner booth, his back straight against the wall. Trent was already sitting across from him, a worn trench coat thrown over the bench, slowly tapping a coffee mug against the table. "Jesus, Wallace," Trent said, taking one look at him. "You look like absolute hell. You ready to roll or what?"

That was, of course, Wendy. Wendy was quite the looker, and she was also well-read with high academic accolades. Wallace had fallen for Wendy, and the two of them had gone on a trip across the country under Chad's support. This was to grow Wallace and Wendy's relationship, but also for Wallace to stay away from the terrible influence he called friends. Wallace was in Seechertown wandering around Octocharm Town when he bumped into Wilbur, and everything else happened there. Wallace had only found out through the call that the Weiss clan had found out about the ore the Lesters had dug up and reached out wanting to purchase it.

Wallace was shocked. “You know him, Doctor Yoke?” “I heard from my mentor when I was younger. By chance, he got hold of Zharvakko’s scriptures but could not crack its secret even after spending decades studying.” Wallace kept shaking his head as he spoke. “I suppose you are on your way to prepare Mr. Yowell’s medicine. Well then, I won’t disturb you any longer. Thank you, sir!” Anna was shocked to see Wallace, one of the most reputable doctors known to men, bow to Alex.

Due to Wallace’s slick personality, Gerald didn’t really have a good impression of him. “Well look who’s here? It’s Mr. Crawford!” said Wallace as he hurriedly trotted over when he saw Gerald, Yoel, and the rest. Many other wealthy businessmen began approaching Gerald’s group as well, and the parties all greeted each other. “Hello, Mr. Quinnens!” greeted Gerald as he forced a smile. A greeting was good enough. Yoel then headed to a familiar round table in the manor and took a seat. The moment he sat down, Wallace immediately jogged over and said, “Hey, Yoel, Aiden! You can’t sit here today!”

Cass returned the hug, appreciating the genuine concern from her best friend. Cass let out a sigh, realizing she had some explaining to do. "Sit down, both of you. Let me explain," she said, motioning towards the living room. Scar and Amanda followed her, their curiosity piqued. Taking a deep breath, Cass began, "I am the one in the picture. I've been dating Marcus for a while now. He's actually my boss at Wells Holdings." Amanda's eyes widened in astonishment. "Wait, Marcus Wells? The billionaire CEO of Wells Holdings?" she exclaimed.

“That guy will destroy you. Literally!” “That is impossible. And even if it is, I am okay with being beaten up as long as I am able to plant my fist in his annoying face.” Wilson said and continued walking towards Todd. His advisor looked at him and shook her head. “Masochist!” She said. As soon as Wilson stopped half a meter away from Todd, somebody ran to their middle and said out loud for everyone to hear. “Alright, everyone. Take thirteen steps backwards.”