Julien Baker Partner Romane & Geschichten

Julie said, showing her true intentions. “Mom, that delivery service is Blake’s business. It has nothing to do with us, so why would he put sister as a partner?” Tabitha exclaimed, folding her arms across her chest and making a stand. Just as Julie would answer her daughter, the villa door opened, and Claire walked in.

“So I took care of that.” Her fork slowed mid-air. “How so?” “You ever heard of Cédric Grolet?” The fork slipped from her fingers, clinking against porcelain. Her eyes flew wide, lips parted, and the raw shock on her face made me chuckle. “Yes, the fuck I have. Every baker does. He’s the pastry god.” Her voice trembled with disbelief. “But what does he have to do with… me?” “I arranged for you to work with him tomorrow,” I said smoothly, leaning back in my chair. “His boutique is right here in the hotel courtyard. While I check on my casino, you’ll be learning from the best.”

Julien’s voice cut through the tension from behind me, cool, deep, unshakable. Mrs. Amala’s head snapped toward him. “And you are?” “Julien,” he said smoothly. “Julien Knightley, Aurelia’s fiancé.” The room froze. Selene gasped audibly, her lips parting in shock. “The Julien Knightley.” “Yes,” he said, unbothered. Instantly, Selene adjusted her dress, her tone softening like butter on heat. “Oh, I see… well, maybe we can talk privately…”

Julian just reminded me that I spent the whole day waiting for Ryan to visit me and then convinced him with my plan and words. Julian is right. I didn't do anything other than focus on Ryan for the day. • • • • The sun rose, and the next day began. Julian came with me today to my company. We are sitting in my cabin. "Why are you staring at me without a gap?" Julian sounded while looking at Ben. "Hehe!" He laughed. "It's not my plan to make you uncomfortable!" "You are Julian Knight, the CEO of JK's business?" Ben inquired while trying to confirm.

Julia came out of the kitchen and smiled at the biker. “Oh, you want the Velvet special today?” He nodded politely, then turned his head back to me. “I hope the muffin was made by Lena?” I froze for a second. “Of course... Lena handles most of our bakery items. She is a goddess in the kitchen. Unfortunately, there is no more muffin available unless Lena can make a fresh one for you.” Julia said, flashing him a professional smile.

It was truly heartwarming, and I couldn’t wait to get back. As I was about to say goodbye, I saw a familiar face in the distance approaching Julia. Where did I meet this guy again?! I racked my brain for a memory of him. “You’re Julia?” I heard him ask. “Hello, my name is Chris Baker.” When I heard him say that, I froze. It hit me then. This was the guy who dropped by the studio recently with Elijah. What did he want with Julia? And why was Elijah with him during that time?

Julian exclaimed, and Bastian chuckled. "Why?" asked Julian. "You think I can't kill you, Mr. Julian?" asked Bastian without calling Dad. "You're keeping me because I'm still useful to you, right?" Bastian sighed as he shoved his hands into his pants pockets. "Mr. Julian, let's work together this time as profitable partners," Bastian said. "What kind of partnership?" "You can ask me to kill anyone! But don't ever touch my people again, and stop interfering in my business. I'll still be your dog and kill all your competitors. As long as you stop meddling in my business and bothering my people!" raged Bastian.

Every deal, every partnership, every failure. She calls back at noon. Her voice is careful. She says Julian is a shark. He has acquired dozens of companies. Some he grew. Some he dismantled. But he has never been involved in healthcare. This would be new for him. She has found no evidence of fraud or malice. Just aggressive business tactics. I ask if she thinks he is sincere. She says she does not know. But she will keep digging. She will not stop until she has answers. Julian calls me that afternoon. His voice is smooth, respectful, almost humble. He asks if I have considered his proposal.

Kaelani froze. Her stomach flipped, though not in the way she wanted it to. Slowly, she turned. Julian stood a few paces behind her, hands in his pockets, dressed in dark jeans and a charcoal shirt that clung to him just enough to betray the strength beneath. He looked almost casual — almost. There was always too much contained behind his stillness, like a storm in waiting. Her brow arched. “Are you following me now?” He gave a faint exhale that could’ve been a laugh. “Your website says that your bakery’s closed on Sundays.” His gaze didn’t waver. “So I stopped by your place, but you weren’t there. Your neighbor said you were probably out by the outlets.”

"Disappeared? What do you mean, disappeared?" "I mean he’s a ghost!" Julian yelled. "And that’s not the worst part. His private investigators were spotted lurking near the Sterling building yesterday. If he’s gone underground, he’s planning something. He’s coming for the kids, Evie. I know it." Julian finally turned his head and saw me. He frowned, pointing a finger at my chest. "Who the hell is the baker? And why does he look like he’s wearing a dead cat on his chin?"