Derek Venturi Romane & Geschichten

Ryker went over it in his mind several times and suddenly remembered, "I know! His name is Derick, and he is the leader of the renowned foreign venture capital group, D&V Group." His group is even bigger than Abby Capital. In the past, he made his fortune through a small business, but later on, with sufficient funds, he focused on investments. His gaze was sharp and ruthless, and as long as he found a project he liked, he would invest in it accurately. Over the past few decades of development, he has invested in numerous industries, accumulating an extremely substantial personal wealth! No wonder I haven't seen his license plate before, he has been living abroad all year round.

The two of them entered the restaurant and took a place in the corner so that anyone who just entered would not be able to see them directly. A waiter in a sexy outfit approached to take their order. As soon as the waiter left their table, Karin stared sharply at Derek. “Why did you bother asking your driver to stop Ryan from overtaking us?” Derek's eyes flashed mockingly. “Why should I deprive myself of the pleasure of watching your love drama? I'm curious, will Ryan, a CEO who is known for being cold, become heartbroken and crazy because he lost you? Of course, if that happens, I will be happy because I will have less competition in business."

I said before sipping my Bourbon. "Could be. I think it's Derek who talks too much," he said, lowering his hand to tightly grip my waist. "Can Derek contact your father?" "No. I'm sure Derek talks to his father, and then his father talks to mine. Maybe I haven't told you, but Derek is a McNaught—one of the senior partners at the firm, if you've forgotten," he said. "Oh, no wonder then. Does your firm recruit a bunch of firm heirs?" I chuckled softly.

"Well, well. Look who decided to show up," Derek sneered, leaning back against his locker with his arms crossed over his chest. He was our starting left wing, a guy with more money than sense and a mouth that never knew when to stop, and he was looking at me with a cruel, ugly smirk. "I was starting to think you'd be too sore to walk today, Vane. Tell me, when the captain's bending you over the training table, does he give you extra ice time, or do you just drop to your knees for the thrill of it?"

I said, but Derek just snorted. "I won't be leaving." Yeah ... I should've expected that answer. For a man who raided my home on any given day, I should've known that an off day just meant a holiday in my phone contacts, my kitchen, and my fridge. Derek has always been a curious chef with no actual skill. He'd see a picture online, look up the recipe, and still somehow end up in the emergency room for mixing the wrong ingredients. As they say, some chefs are born, some are made, and the rest kill even themselves.

"I'm sure he'd go and he'd be willing to help. He has long hated the alpha." "Yeah." "Waste no time Gregory. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity." Derek smirked and whirl the chair around staring outside the glass walls.

*Men like Derek are always gracious until they aren't. I stood up from the desk and went to the window. The courtyard below was settling into evening — the torches lit, the patrol on its rotation, the pack moving toward the dinner hour. Ordinary and functioning. Everything where it was supposed to be. Derek was not a stupid man. He was known across four territories as someone who built power carefully and kept it ruthlessly. He had never lost a negotiation because he never entered one he hadn't already won by other means. His reputation for ruthlessness was quieter than mine — less visible, more patient — which in many ways made it more effective.

"Give me the shoes. Last chance." "I already said no," Maxwell replied calmly. "How many times do I need to say it before it gets through your thick skull?" Derek's face turned red with fury. This guy refused to understand his position! Fine. He'd learn the hard way then! "You're making a huge mistake," Derek said quietly, his voice shaking with barely controlled anger. "I'm Derek Huang. My family owns half the commercial real estate in this city. One phone call and I can get you fired. Make sure you never work anywhere decent again."

Paul said and I stared at the ceiling for a while, several questions swirling in my mind… I had borrowed money to expand my business and even took out a large loan from the bank to fund a major capital expenditure as well. How do I pay back when I'm not even making sales let alone profit? “You know what?” I said, taking my gaze to Paul who stared at me with keen interest… “I want you to find out about Mcclure's current location. About the investor search, I'll let Derek take care of that.” I murmured while Paul reluctantly nodded. The fact that I gave Derek such a position likely astonished him. Derek is a new employee who has recently returned to the United States. I know he's new, but I'm

THEO Derek's body is at the eastern border. Right where the property line meets neutral territory. Close enough to Iron Valley that we found him. Far enough out that whoever killed him had an escape route. I crouch beside the corpse. Study the wound. Single claw strike to the throat. Deep. Precise. Severed the carotid and windpipe in one motion. He bled out in seconds. Not a rogue kill. Rogues are messy. Emotional. They tear and rip and make statements.