Charles Wade 소설 & 이야기

In the afternoon, Wade brought a few journalists along, and he arrived smugly at the bridge on Sealake Island. "Hey, you! Did you guys call me?" Wade asked while looking up. Charles walked out of his room and smiled, replying, "Yes. My employer is looking for you. Please wait." "What is this? Tell him to hurry up," Wade replied in a displeased tone. Charles smiled and nodded before making a call to Wilbur. However, he was snickering to himself inside.

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”

he took a sharp breath in and slowly stood up from he table he was seated on. "Yu heard me, Hope. You most terminate it, Kenny! Kenny!" He yelled and just then a chubby man dressed like a gentleman ran in. I quickly recognized him to be Mr. Kenny, personal adviser of David. "Get the chariot ready. We are going to see, Dr. Nile." He said and Mr. Kenny arched his brows confused by the master sudden request. He took a quick glance at me and I look down in shame. "What are you still waiting for?" he thundered and and Mr. Kenny quickly ran out. Damn! I wonder how he's able to keep up with Dave's grumpy attitude. Poor man, Mr. Keeny isn't a vampire, funny right?

Brianna had started sobbing again. “Charles,” Brianna sobbed. “What do we do? What should we do? Wade has never been like this before. He always used to answer our calls.” Charles looked at Brianna for a long moment, his gaze firm yet filled with the worry of a father who could no longer bear it. “Calm down, Brianna,” he said, though it was unclear whether he was trying to comfort her or himself. “I know Wade. We know Wade. He would never do what they’re accusing him of. No matter how many photos or pieces of evidence they show, I still believe the news is wrong. He would never do what they’re claiming.”

He pulled back slightly, hands gently scanning my arms and shoulders for injury. I shook my head, unable to speak. “Good.” He exhaled, pressing his forehead against mine. “It’s okay now. I’m here. And I swear I’m going to teach you how to rip apart anyone who tries to hurt you.” As we drove back, Adrian kept one hand on the wheel and the other gently holding mine. He told me who Philip truly was. I wondered why they had allowed such a disgusting creature to keep his job for so long. “I’m glad he’s dead,” I whispered.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.