Novel & Cerita Zen Hernandez Age

His name is well known in the industry, kaya kilala ko din siya sa apilyido pero hindi nga lang sa mukha. "Ilang taon ka na ba hija?" Tanong ni Mr. Hernandez. Nang tumagal ang titig ko ay parang may kumukha siya. "I'm only 16 po." "Hmm. Kung ganun kilala mo si Zaiheal?" My forehead furrowed, but eventually my eyes widened when I realized something. Bakit ko nga ba nakalimutan na may kilala akong Hernandez sa school. They're family name was very well known in the elite society and I heard they are a family of engineers. Magagaling daw sila kaya nanatili sa tuktok.

She's sleeping," he only answered and instead of giving the phone to Fera, he went out of the room and lean on her door. "Nick Kingston Hernandez," Fred stated his name which made Nick's face into a grim expression. "Seventeen years old, detective wannabe, only son of Mr. and Mrs. Hernandez who both died in a car accident. And who messed up with Mr. Constancio is in my girlfriend's house."

Hernandez speaks too fast and I don't want to ask him to repeat himself so I just nod along like I am following his words when in reality I only get bits of each sentence. "Uh, no. I don't know where he lives here in New York. I think he stays in the dorms back in Boston. Uh, I don't know his social media also. I could get his number from our class group chat." I bite down on my lips as Hernandez writes something down on his note pad. He is dressed in black leather pants and a black top. Is he like a private security agent or something? I itch to ask but this is hardly the right place or time.

Mindy immediately forced a bright, desperate smile and hurried to Mr. Hernandez’s side, looping her arm through his. "Mr. Hernandez! What are you doing here?" He didn’t answer. With a slow, deliberate movement, he peeled her hand off his sleeve as if removing an unwanted insect. His eyes, cold and piercing, locked onto Zachary. "Zachary Reynolds,” Hernandez said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I’ve heard much about the infamous Zachary Reynolds of the East Coast. A pleasure to finally meet—though I wish the circumstances were less... intrusive."

Anger brewed on his face, as he watched the clip to the end. “That bastard.” He said, angrily, as he immediately dialled out a number and put the phone to his ear. He was fuming in the car as he waited. “Hello,” Hernandez’s voice came off the other line. He sounded so calm as he spoke and this further infuriated Hermes who was already at tipping point. “How dare you do this to me?” He yelled, “Who gave you the right to raid my compound and release my hostage?” “I can see that the news has reached you.” Hernandez said, still maintaining his calm voice. “You have every right to be angry about what happened but then I…”

It still seemed too jumbled for me to make any sense of it, especially given my lack of tech knowledge. Juan Hernandez was forwarding me the most recent picture of Ed that he had on file. While I waited for the picture to come in, I plugged into my modem. Paige, dial Hernan Smith. She patched the call through and on my heads up display I saw a still frame image of Hernan. His dark black skin popped against his white, cheap collared shirt. His profile picture was without smile. I'd asked him once why he didn't show any emotion on the picture. He told me that having a good poker face was key to being a good detective.

Pedro Hernandez Smith spent the entire time prattling on about our company, talking about Max's great achievements, as if I cared. He said that Hernandez Companies is among the most profitable in the United States due to its significant business expansion, both in casinos and in the partnerships we formed with other companies, such as the electric car brand, CIO. MaxMidia was a company Max decided to found from scratch in recent years, and it seems to be fully operational, so much so that most news outlets cite it as sources.

Andreas Hernández or better known as his white man name - Andy, was Selena's best friend growing up but had to part with her when they were a child because his father moved to Brazil for humanitarian work. For a cute child with eyes, streaks of green and gold, black hair, and olive skin, he grew up into a handsome man with a lean body and face that would be perfect for any fashion magazine.