Zackary Arthur Age Novels & Stories

"There’s you. Why don’t you take over the company and hold off till Kaleb is old enough? And you’re a guy, so it potentially solves all the problems you’ve listed." Zack laughs as if I’ve said the funniest words he’s ever heard. "No. I’m not CEO material." "And I am?" For the first time since the conversation began, I find myself chuckling at him. "I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m just nineteen." He nods twice. "Twenty soon. And you’re legal." "You think a teen can bring you the victory you seek?" "You’re Zack’s son." He says the word as if that’s supposed to make everything better. "You know which Zack I mean." He adds with a small smile.

He didn't have any choice when Jackie lifted her phone and smiled at the camera, so a cringe smile was unexpectedly plastered on his face while Jackie has this glamorous face on the picture. I rolled my eyes and winced but deep inside I'm beaming. Classic Jackie. I noticed a picture of an old man on a picture frame beside the television which I think is the grandfather of Zack. He's a little younger in the picture which I think he was in his 50's? He had black hair with some evident shade of gray. He had an innocent face and looked so decent and conscientious. And I admit even with that age he still looked well and charismatic.

Not wanting to dwell on it, he urged Kiki, "No need to get changed. Let's go." Kiki had no choice but to remind Zachary, "Zac, call me if you need anything." "Okay." Zachary watched them leave. As soon as they were gone, he immediately sat in front of the computer and started searching for dirt on Yara. Oddly enough, despite her age, there wasn't much bad press about her online. Zachary searched for a long time but only found some trivial issues. "My lovely great-grandson, what are you doing? It's almost time to get ready for school." Archibald, having come upstairs quietly, spoke in a gentle tone.

She wants Zach back, but he won't have her. Name: ZACHARIAS "ZACH" RICHARDSON Age: 50 Nationality: American (born Boston) Profession: Corporate Lawyer, Partner at Richardson & Associates (prestigious firm) Advises high-level clients in real estate and international business Net worth: Solid upper-middle class ($8-10 million), not billionaire level Physical Description: 6'0", lean, distinguishable gray temples Dark eyes, careful expression Dresses conservatively—tailored suits, no flashiness Quiet presence, takes up less space than he physically occupies Aging well because he's not fighting it

I paused and smiled when I saw the ID—it was the yummy daddy from earlier! He looked a bit younger in the photo, and his name was Arthur Sanz, born in 1981. That means he’s 44 years old! Perfect! I just hoped he wasn’t taken. I may be flirty, but I’m not a homewrecker! I read the address, smiled, and started the engine.

He couldn't stop cheesing when he heard the compliment from Zach. “I'm nineteen.” Tommy replied immediately as he was trying to make it clear to Zach that he isn't a child anymore.

It was only now that he realized that it didn't make any sense. Zackary took a deep look at me who was lying on the hospital bed, getting thinner and thinner. He once again shed tears. When I was eighteen years old, I was bright like a flower. "Zackary, did you hear me..." A wave of anger rose in Zackary's heart, mixed with unspeakable annoyance. He hung up the phone violently, ran out of the hospital, and got into a car. Manuel Houston, his driver, was about to drive in the direction of his home when Zackary said deeply.

He said while observing Zoey's expression, "Zoey, don't worry, as long as you give birth to a boy, the Maddox Group will be left to your and Gilberto's son!" Zoey felt particularly nauseous and set down her fork. "You're already 80 years old, and in 20 years when you hand it over to my son, you'll be 100 years old. A 100-year-old chairman, that's truly unheard of and unseen!" "Do you think I gave up the position of chairman too late?" Zackary was very dissatisfied with Zoey's sarcasm. Zoey smirked, "It's not too late. By the time you live to be 110, my son will only be 30. You better find a way to stay forever young, who knows, this country might just be yours!"

If not, the world that the public knew would be conquered and ruled out with the iron fist of a madman. Zack wondered if his brother Arthur had found his fated mate, considering that he had not gone mad without a female by his side. He speculated because of the distinctive apple scent that would cling to Arthur’s skin but Zack refused to believe it until he saw it with his very own eyes. What’s more, it was high time for him to find a mate, considering that he was fast approaching twenty-five years old but the elusive summer apricot was still hiding herself.

Sharon could not help bursting into laughter, “You’re indeed several years older than I am.” “Should I take it as you’re complimenting me for being mature instead? Or do I have to swagger around to prove that I’m not old?” He jeered as he closed in on her. She waved her hands on him and mocked back in a serious tone as she said, “You’re not old. Not old at all. President Zachary is still a vigorous young man. He’s nowhere near being old!”