Walter Miller Story Novels & Stories

Eric Chan walked in from outside and gritted his teeth. This Matthew Miller is really disgusting, since the president announced the cancellation of the marriage contract with Marisa Miller, Matthew Miller started all sorts of things to the president, this is not the first time, the president put up with it again and again, but he did not expect Matthew Miller to be so shameless, and actually do this kind of despicable and nasty things. "Oh, Matthew Miller is very vengeful. It's not surprising that he would do this kind of thing, and it is not hard to guess if Adams Harrah wants to use this to revenge."

Sweat slid from his temple. "The sad part," I said, looking into his eyes, "is that she waited, and you never came. You took Vivian Miller, the town councilman's daughter, to New York instead. You used my grandmother's scholarship documents, her life story, and her name. You became a Columbia professor. Vivian became the brilliant artist who escaped coal country." I lifted my hand and pointed at the woman beside him. "The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller."

“Mr miller you need to let go so I can get someone to help. Or at least so I can help you.” “No....” he wheezed again. “Listen. My daughters' parents died. Their father was my best friend. My wife didn’t know, I took his daughters because he died all of a sudden and his wife committed suicide. Their parents are dead. But they said... they said they found them and I knew it wasn’t true. That waiter, a lanky guy, with black hair, a weird smile. I met him in the male bathroom to warn him and he blew something at me. I broke his fucking nose for that. He did this. Find him. I know his name....” his voice started to fade. “His name started with a D.”

The North Star wasn't a god to the fans anymore because he had turned into a whistle-blower, but I knew that a whistle-blower is only dangerous if he actually has something to point his finger at. "Are you really going to do it, sir?" Miller asked, and his voice was shaking as the heat in the room began to rise. "That's history in your hand." "History is written by the people who survive the fire, Miller," I replied, and a cold smile touched my lips as I looked at the silver casing. "And I have always been a very good survivor."

He would need to go through some hardships. "Our Chairman Miller is really..." Carter did not dare to badmouth his chairman. He suppressed his anger. Miller Corporation was in a mess, and Sea City was also in a mess. Now everyone thought that something had happened to Jasper, and was preparing to attack Miller Corporation, but Jasper did not call him back. He did not care about the Miller Corporation's meeting, and he went straight to find his wife. Just great, he really did an amazing job back there. At the ward… "Sum, I didn't expect the plane to turn back, so..."

For that one person who had promised not to let her suffer! Then their eyes met at a single trace. A glint of hope flashed through her eyes and all she did was release a faint smile. He was seated at the back with a face cap on but he averted his gaze as soon as their eyes met and pulled his hat over his face properly. She did not read meaning into it. She thought he was only trying to keep his identity hidden, with how influential he is. She quickly turned to the judge and Said.. "I plead guilty your honour. I, Althea Grace Miller attempted to kill Katie Rolland!" She admitted confidently and the protesters did not stop asking that she be punished severely.

She read the headline and held herself from vomiting right away. 'Sources say that multi-billionaire James Miller was the one responsible for the deaths of his parents when he was a kid, did he kill them?' Trembling Becky switched the news and what appeared on that one was even worse. 'James Miller has a mental disorder and is obsessed with women's slavery'

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

haggard, tear stained, and desperate to be behind bars where Sterling’s hitmen couldn't reach him. "Officer," I said, shoving Miller toward the sergeant at the desk. "This is the man who planted the evidence in Ivory Walter’s locker. He has a full confession, the digital transaction IDs, and a very long story to tell about Arthur Sterling." As the handcuffs clicked around Miller’s wrists, I felt a weight lift off my chest. Ivory was standing right behind me, her head held high. For the first time in days, the fear in her eyes was replaced by a quiet, burning triumph.

His name was everywhere. “This could clear you,” Julia said, leaning over his shoulder. “It could destroy him.” Brandon took out his phone, started recording. “Say your name for the record,” he instructed. Miller hesitated, then obeyed. “Thomas Miller. Former senior accountant at Hughes Corp, terminated after I questioned irregular entries. James Whitmore authorized the falsification of quarterly reports to—” He broke off, breath trembling. Brandon lowered the phone. “You’re doing the right thing.” Miller’s laugh was bitter. “Right doesn’t pay for funerals, Mr. Hughes. Truth doesn’t save anyone. It just burns slower.”