Novel & Cerita Legoshi Grandpa

... The voice struck like lightning, silencing the hall. All eyes turned to the entrance, where an elderly man stood, leaning on a cane. Rupert Pittman stood tall, flanked by a group of bodyguards. His sharp gaze swept the room, softening with anguish when it landed on me. "Grandpa!" I cried out. Five years had aged him, his hair now fully gray, but his commanding presence hadn't dimmed. "Rupert?" Tessa gasped, the stick slipping from her hand and clattering to the floor.

He proudly lifted his chin and announced loudly, "I will give it to Daddy as his present!" Gary's face was darker than ever. Although he did not like Kevan, he never dared to say anything bad about Kevan in front of Aster. He was scared that Aster would be unhappy and hate him. Feeling bad for her father, Larissa quickly pulled Aster and asked him, "What about Grandpa's present? Grandpa is so good to you. He bought you so much good food and taught you how to draw, shouldn't you thank Grandpa?" "Grandpa's present is right here!" Aster took out a paper from the remaining stack. "Here. A drawing of Grandpa with his name, Ga—ry—Lo—gan."

“ Ok i will meet you at the front of the pack house at eight pm ready to leave for the fight . Make sure you are ready men , this is of the utmost importance , dismiss “ looking up he spots me at the door . waves me in with a smile , even though he looks exhausted . "Did you find anything? “ With a big grin I walked over to him and sit on the table next to him . “ that i did brother , can you remember the stories grandpa would tell us as pups “ . “ Shit Fal, I had totally forgot “ he says as his eyes go wide . ---- Leonro pov

There were no bodyguards around but Casper always had a speaker connected to Cathan and Caleb, just in case the old man tried something silly. "Why are you going back on your words?" Casper's tone was cold but slightly polite. Grandpa's emotions were unreadable. "Because you haven't taken your task seriously. Just because I kept quiet, you relaxed. Until it's completed, you can't be the CEO," he lashed out, as he puffed his cigar. They were sitting across each other on an elegant sofa. Grandpa was dressed in his usual white suit and Casper in his usual black and sunglasses. Today, he looked exceptional and the scent of his cologne saturated the air. He pursed his lips for some time before he

I paused, my gaze lingering on him as I tried to digest what he said. The Chairman—Marco's grandfather and Lorenzo's father—was having dementia. 'Is he that old?' I wondered, studying him. "It doesn't make any sense. He's not that old..." I voiced my opinion. Lorenzo shook his head. "It does actually. The old man has stubbornly been in charge of the Blackwell group for decades. He has overused that brain of his and it's starting to show the effects of long term abuse." He paused, cracking his knuckles.

“Of course it is one of them. Everyone in this family is evil.” Well, Dad is kind of right, but not totally. “Except Grandpa and Regis.” I recount in detail how Grandpa and Regis have been my unwavering pillars of support throughout this journey. My voice brims with gratitude as I describe how Grandpa's wisdom and encouragement have guided me through countless challenges. He always knew the right words to say, offering sage advice that gave me strength and clarity.

“Liana, I just remembered that black Rolls-Royce is actually mine. It’s been sitting in the garage so long, I forgot all about it… The color is just too ugly. No wonder I couldn’t remember it.” I chuckled helplessly and was about to speak, but Preston beat me to it. Frowning, he gave Grandpa a once-over and asked irritably, “Who in the world are you, old man?” Ernest stared at Preston in shock, as if he could not believe what he had just heard. Meanwhile, George had gone deathly pale. He was mumbling nonstop, “It’s over… We’re doomed…” Grandpa kept his face impassive. “You claimed you were the chairman’s grandson, and yet you don’t even recognize your own grandfather?”