Romans & histoires Young Denise Richards

Hughes exchanged a glance, then smiled at her. "What time did you sleep last night, Denise?" Mrs. Hughes said with a hint of gentle scolding. "Why did you wake up so late?" Mr. Hughes was a little upset by this. "It's already noon! I've never seen any young socialite commit such ludicrosity!" Denise could not help sneering when she heard this. She was not a young socialite at all but a daughter from a poor family. However, despite thinking this, she still put on a brave front and pursed her lips rather defiantly. "It's just this one time."

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She lowered herself onto the opposite end of the bench, not too close, just enough to show she wasn't leaving. "I'll go first then." I remained completely silent. The woman looked like she was somewhere in her early fifties. A little round around the middle, soft face, soft eyes. The kind of face that looked like it smiled a lot. Her dark coat looked expensive but worn. She reminded me a little of the teachers who used to sneak me extra cookies when they thought nobody was looking. "My name is Denise," a small smile appeared, "Denise Walker." I said nothing. Denise looked up at the sky dramatically, "Well, this is awkward. I've been talking to girls like you for twenty years. Usually I can g

"Either way, we won. Drinks are on me, except for you, Alex. You’re a man with generational wealth now. You can pay for your own damn drinks." Alex smirked, shaking his head. "Generous as ever." Before Richard could respond, Denise appeared, linking her arm through his. "If you two are done gloating, I’d like to leave before some poor fool realizes he spent seven figures on a painting of a woman who looks suspiciously like my great-grandmother." Kelly laughed. "It's not our fault rich men like to flaunt their money in impractical ways." "Speaking of impractical," Denise added, eyeing Kelly’s heels. "How the hell are you still standing in those?"

Leading them was none other than Drake's mother, but of course Cynthia never paid attention to things that didn't concern her so she had no idea who any of them was. They soon reached where she was and the other young ladies that had gathered around her disappeared, Cynthia frowned. "Hello Cynthia, I'm Denise Wilson," she said with a smile, clearly satisfied with her son's choice this time. Although she was a newcomer in the industry and her rise was questionably rapid, it also had no shady corners. Denise Wilson liked Cynthia from the very first day she saw her on the tabloids gossip, she smiled and offered her hand which Cynthia hesitated to greet. Denise's smile faltered,

She was laying, how could she know if she had an appointment or not, if she hadn't even bothered to ask her name. "Check under Charlotte Richards." If the bitch wasn't bothering to be professional why should Charlotte be? Her new friend rolled her eyes again making Charlotte wish they get stuck in her head. She glared at the brunette before staring at her name tag, she was all about girl power, but this bitch was being a bitch for some absurd reason that she couldn't figure out. She was going to rant her out to the one person she could. Maybe he'd speak some sense into her. "I don't see any Charlotte here, sorry." She faked a smile making Charlotte clenched her jaw.

She wanted to work a lot so that she could get richer quickly. After that, they were introduced to the new girl who was to replace Freya and she was a sweet girl. But Denise had learnt to never judge someone by their looks and she hoped that this girl was better than Freya. After the director's short speech, the floor became noisy again as people went to talking, eating and enjoying themselves in preparation for the few months of hard work. After dinner, Denise went to her room and called the man she missed. She video called him and he was shining on the camera. That was her sleeping pill to make sure that she slept well. She knew she would have it rough after being used to sleeping beside h

Chapter 7 Tammie's heart skipped a beat as a smile slowly colored her lips, “Collins Blackwood?” she asked, and the young kid nodded, urging her to sign the file. Tammie picked up a pen and signed, “Thanks, but I think ninety-nine roses are too much for you to handle.” she said as she walked out of the company, leaving the young kid in awe. He ruffled his hair with his hands, a reddish tint slowly coloring his cheeks, “Damn! sShe'shot.”

A message from Lena. “Thought you’d want to see this. Looks like some people actually can change.” Attached was a link to a local news article. “Richards Family Foundation Announces New Community Outreach Program.” The article detailed a significant charitable initiative launched by Nathan’s grandfather, Nathan Richards Sr., focused on providing support and resources for victims of violent crime, particularly women and children. Josephine Richards, Nathan’s mother, was quoted extensively, her voice surprisingly humble, expressing regret for past mistakes, a commitment to making amends.