Wes Watson Wiki Novels & Stories

“It’s one of my greatest strengths.” “Are you good at observing or gossiping?” Zeus teased, a grin creeping onto his face. Wesley chuckled, but my mind was still spinning from his words. “Who was it?” “Who else?” Wesley replied, a small admiring smile appearing on his lips. “Only Wyatt was able to do so, of course.”

Watson checking his watch. “Do you need to be somewhere right now Mr. Watson?” Keira inquired with a hint of sympathy. “Honestly Ms. Keira yes, I know this is a critical period for your training but my son is going to serve in the Military and his mom is going to send him off today.” “It’s okay Mr. Watson, you should not miss it.” Mr. Watson’s face lit up, he hurriedly left hoping to get there in time. “He sure is lucky still having his family with him…” Keira sighed and continued studying.

Director Watsons immediately got up to leave. He had only just reached the conference room door when it was pushed open from the outside. He froze. A woman stood there smiling faintly at him, with a man following behind her into the room. He recognized the woman at once. She had been all over the internet a few days ago. Of course, he also knew she was the famous actress, Mindy Hicks. But what was someone like her doing involved with Wilson Corp? She walked to the head seat of the conference table and sat down. The directors all stared at her.

she tells me "Thanks, Gis. You are a sweetheart," I say smilingly. "No worries. See you tomorrow then?" "Yup," I respond and disconnect the call. Giselle and I remained in contact even after I came here. I had thought she wouldn't want to keep in touch with me after everything that happened but I was wrong. Mr. Watson is in a mental asylum right now, receiving treatment. Tomorrow I am going to fly to New York. Why tomorrow you must be wondering. Well, tomorrow is his birthday.

She loves her only child Zeus Allen very much but slightly strict. Name: Dylan Watson Age: 25 Dylan Watson is Ares Walker's assistant and best friend. He is loyal to Ares. He knows everything secret of Ares's life. He pitied Ares and resent Zeus. But he can't do anything to help Ares. It's not like he can't do anything but Ares didn't let him do anything. Name: Stephen Martin Age: 25

Wesley's shout cut through the stormy night. His entire body trembled. Cold sweat mixed with the rain running down his face, and he didn't dare look at Logan again. Logan casually tossed the towel back into the basin, splashing water onto Wesley's dress shoes. "You've got the wrong man." His voice was calm. "There's no commanding officer living behind Willowville. Just an ex-soldier with a disciplinary record." Wesley swallowed hard. His legs had gone so weak that he could barely stay on his feet.

Both of them discussed the key points that he wanted her to keep a note of. After fifty minutes, a higher-ranked member of the Watson and Co. Came to escort Leo to the meeting chamber. "Welcome, Mr. Hamilton. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person. I heard nothing but good things about you" Charles Watson, the head of Watson and Co. greeted Leo. Charles is in his late fifties. He is the founder of Watson and Co., a company that he founded two decades ago. He has a sweet wife and handsome son. He has grey hair peppered near his temples. Despite his age, he still looks handsome and fit.

Ava had other matters to attend to that day—pressing ones. She made her way to the Morales family company headquarters, where the atmosphere buzzed with quiet tension. There, she spotted Wes waiting for her near the front office. He looked noticeably better than the last time they’d met—his color had returned, and his posture had straightened—but there was still a shadow in his eyes, the kind that lingered after trauma. The memory of being forcibly taken by Anita still haunted him.

He must have a plan, a deadly plan for her, and she was falling for his plan. He stood back on, returning to the squatting position he once was. Likewise, he had to sustain this treatment. Because he’d to use her to get what he wants. “It’s true.” They turned to know who speaking to them. “…he’s Wesley. Everything he’s told you is true. He’s a billionaire in San Francisco.” “Dr. Moscow…?”

Watson closed the file slowly, his movements precise despite the storm building beneath his composure. “You’re lying,” he said. Sean didn’t react. Not defensively. Not aggressively. Just calm. “Then prove it,” he replied. The challenge hung in the air. Heavy. Unavoidable. Watson stood abruptly, the chair scraping lightly against the floor. For a brief moment, something almost human flickered through his expression, no doubt, not yet, but something dangerously close to it. Then it was gone. Replaced by command. He turned and walked to the door.