Walter Mcmillian Son Novels & Stories

And it's been a miracle that they decided to stay with us, though we lost several big clients along the way but we still managed to keep dad's loyal clients under our wing. "Oh, I almost forgot Mr. MacMillan is moving up his appointment to eleven-thirty," "MacMillan, the dad or the son?" "I'm afraid both, rumor has it that MacMillan senior is thinking about moving back to Scotland and have an early retirement, his son will handle his business here." I sighed remembering that his son was quite close to my dead brother, Troy. "Maybe you should take Tyler and Larry in this meeting?" Kayleigh knew about MacMillan junior and his interest in me, and she doesn't like the way he looked at me.

“Apologize to Jocelyn or get out of the May First Hotel!” Renee’s eyes turned red in an instant. Today, the entire May First Hotel stopped operating to cater to the alumni party of Mauve University and this was all provided by Walter. Who was Walter? He was the eldest son of the Keele family. If he said feces smelled good, then everyone had to say that it smelled good. If she went out of here today, her family’s social connection might even be affected because of her, let alone her relationship with her friends.

Mr. Clark Walters was a well-known man with a reputation in the business world as one of the most powerful people, not only in Vereluxe City but also outside the city. His legacy had stretched far back since his father’s time, and now he was carrying the name. Very soon, he’d pass this legacy down to his only son, John, just like his father did for him—since he too was the only son of his father. Having dinner with such an honorable man was an opportunity for Lyra, as she also wished to build a personal connection with him.

The entire hall seemed to freeze over in that exact moment, like someone had sucked the air right out of the room, and suddenly every single gaze shifted, locking onto me and the man standing before me as if we had become the center of gravity itself. I could feel it pressing down on my skin, heavy and suffocating, but my attention was no longer on the crowd, because slowly, piece by piece, I began to understand exactly what I was standing in front of. Joseph Macmillan His name alone carried weight, the kind that didn’t need explanation, the kind that came with whispers of ruthlessness and quiet danger that lingered long after he left a room. The first son of the Macmillan family, the one wh

Walter are waiting for us at the entrance door. “Son!” Mrs. Walter hugged her son and caressed his cheeks. Tears were forming in the corner of her eyes. “Are you okay? Hm? What happened?” My eyes roamed around, wanting to see the kids and kiss them. I couldn't help as I anticipate the moment of seeing them again. My daughter Millie and our son Andy. “Serena…” I blinked and looked at Mr. Walter. “Mr. Walter…” He sighed. “Millie is in the art room. She's with Selena and Andy. Are you okay?”

“Walters-Wheaton Wedding – Mr. and Mrs. Dominic Walters and Ms. McKayla Walters announce the marriage of their daughter, Shelbie Morgan Walters, to Frankllin Allen Wheaton. Frankllin is the son of the late, Leiland Perez. Shelbie and Frankllin will be married on November 12th, at the church in town.”

Mr Williams asked while sipping slightly on a glass of champagne. "Sir, I think it has to do with Mr. A, the alias for the youngest son of the Walter family", Mr Robin said, "I thought you said the issues had been resolved!" Mr Williams asked harshly, knowing he clearly knew who Lim Walter was. That little boy that could rival the devil himself. His alias Mr. A was well known in the underworld. How did Robin let his daughter get involved in that crazy man's mess? The youngest son of that family was always up to no good ..

Simple, the Walters are partners and shareholders of the Lester corporation, they possess one the smallest portions of shares. They wouldn't miss such an event. We hit the road to the event, my eyes were carefully examining pictures of Walter family and I was particularly interested in the images of Janis Walter. I eagerly searched for a picture of my son but unfortunately I couldn't find any. I needed to see my son so badly. Still scrolling, my eyes crossed the image of Stravis Walter and an overflow of anger coursed through me. I hate her even more than I hate Janis, recalling the incident that happened two and a half years ago when I visited their home to see my son.

At the same time, a younger man slowly pushed out an elderly figure in a wheelchair. The man in the wheelchair was none other than Walter Holt, the head of the Holt Crew. Everyone addressed him as Mr. Holt Senior. The young man behind him was his son, Louie Holt. "It's been a while, Mr. Holt Senior," Ashton said as he looked at Walter, undaunted by the fact that he was surrounded by expert fighters. Walter studied him for a long moment. Then, his gaze lit up with realization as he exclaimed in shock, "You're… Mr. Gray?"

Apparently he was afraid you would find out about his dirty little secrets. Walter paused to collect himself and Jill looked at him wide-eyed. "And the others?" she asked nervously. “Ewan Miller was not involved in the photos nor did he know about them. He earned his pocket money by busily selling stimulants to the girls.” Walter grinned. "Well, funding a whole harem of boy pros can get pretty expensive." "More," Jill urged, "What about Craig Peters?"