Novel & Cerita 4 Exes

My dad exclaimed in disbelief as I tried not to shiver in my mum's embrace. "Gladdy? As in Gladdy Emma, what is she doing here, Lena?" Tia whispered into my ear, obviously furious as Gladdy walked into the room, with her head standing tall. "If this bitch is going to be here, then I am not doing a thing." Gladdy turned to tell Mikahali who was still standing by the door. "No problem sweetie, she will leave right away." My mum said, and Tia looked taken aback, beads of sweat gathering on her forehead despite the air-conditioning in the room.

I remained in that position for what seemed like forever before finally standing up. I picked up my laptop to work when a notification came in, and it read “Dear Ali Ltd, we hope this letter finds you well. We at REINE have been following your remarkable work in the industry and greatly admire your achievements. We believe that a partnership between two companies would be highly beneficial and create new opportunities for growth and success for both parties. We would love to cooperate with you. We look forward to building a lasting and successful partnership with you. From REINE. CEO: Zack Andrews.

He was still very hurt from his last encounter with Marissa. “Oh, Tristan is being modest,” Tina chirped, her voice like a sharpened flute. “He’s been working eighteen-hour days. He’s the visionary. I just make sure the ‘distractions’ stay out of his way. We’re actually looking at a private jet next month. Commercial travel is just... well, you all know how it is.” “To Tristan!” Marcus toasted, and the table followed suit. “To the man who actually made it. To the king of the Vance Empire!”

Gone. Back in my old apartment, I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. Halfway through unpacking, Kenny called. "Dude, the news is blowing up..."

In front of her were a fleet of cars—a Lamborghini, Ferrari, Rolls-Royce, G-Wagon, and countless other luxurious vehicles. Emily was certain there were at least thirty cars there. Joel smirked as he observed Emily's mouth transition from an 'ohh' to an 'ahh.' "Choose one," Joel said, twitching his lips mischievously. “What?!”

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I know for sure that what I said wasn’t that funny. “Oh, well. I’m not offended, at least, not any more. I would like to introduce you to my new friends. Dear friends, this grumpy gentleman is none other than the legendary Nathan Adams, who is the humble CEO of the Adams holdings and conglomerate. I’m sure you must have heard of him.” I watch as the girls’ eyes widen in shock, and renewed interest enters the eyes of the two who were batting their lashes at me earlier. The other three, who previously only had eyes for Lucas, also focus on me as soon as he introduces me. Lucas smiles knowingly. I know what that smile means.

What disrespect he had up his sleeves! “And that reminds me, now you are left with nothing, why don’t you do what you should have done for ages? Denounce your right as a Nightingale and leave with that slutty bitch of yours… my ex-wife, Elena. Unless you’d want to give her to me again. I might consider making her my mistress,” Caleb said mockingly, his sudden statement about Elena infuriating me more than I could have imagined.

“Unless we seal it.” Damian let out a harsh laugh. “Seal it? With what, duct tape? The Nexus is gone, in case you missed it!” “There’s another way,” Elijah said, his voice low. He avoided Annabel’s gaze, his expression unreadable. “What way?” Annabel pressed, stepping closer. “If you know something, say it.” Elijah hesitated. Then, in a tone that made Annabel’s blood run cold, he said, “The Core wasn’t the only anchor point. There’s another one. But it’s inside the shadow.”

Tyler stated curtly, nodding toward the chair across from him. Whitman obeyed, clutching a folder to his chest as a lifeline. "Sir, I inspected the accounts per your instruction. The disparities have been continuing for months. "Months?" Tyler's voice was strong, and his wrath sliced through the room. Whitman nodded, sweat beads on his brow. "Yes. Small numbers at beginning, but they have grown dramatically in the last quarter. The transfers were carefully disguised and routed through shell accounts. "I don't need the technical details," Tyler said, leaning forward. I need names. Who can access these accounts?