Nathaniel Flint 소설 & 이야기

Of course, before she can even finish her sentence our moment is interrupted by one of my warriors as his voice fills my head through the link. “Alpha. We've found a girl on our lands. She claims not to be a Rogue and doesn't smell like one either but, she's refusing to tell us her name. Said she'll only speak to you. We weren't sure if we should take her to the cells or not because of our guests.” Nathen is a fairly new warrior but already he's proving to be a good one, but right now, I just want to knock him the fuck out for ruining the moment.

“Him who?. I want you to talk to me Nathan ” Nathan’s voice cracked. “The one from before. The one I told you about… back in Calgary. The bully. The reason...the reason I ran with Anabelle.” Elle’s eyes widened slowly as understanding sank in. As she stepped back. “You mean...Noah Grayson? The new CEO is… that Noah?”

“I handed my own granddaughter to the same man who’d taught me how to become someone I no longer fully recognized, and I told myself it was an act of love.” “What’s his name,” I asked quietly. Whitfield lowered his hand slowly, something ancient and exhausted in his expression. “Nathaniel Cross,” he said. “Everyone who ever worked beside him simply called him Counsel, because he never once gave a straight answer about anything else concerning himself. I haven’t heard that name spoken aloud in over twenty years. I genuinely believed he was dead.”

I almost let it go to voicemail, until something told me not to. "Miss Hart." The voice was low, controlled, entirely unbothered, like he made calls that reshaped other people's lives every day of the week. "This is Nathaniel Whitfield. My grandmother tells me you're considering her proposal." "Your grandmother tells you a lot of things, apparently." A pause, brief enough that I almost missed it. "She tells me you're direct. I appreciate direct. It saves time." "Is that what this is to you? A time saving measure?"

"You're the only outsider here. Do you intend to run to Father and tattle?" The chairs here weren't the grand seats of an estate, just short wooden stools. With his long legs, Nathaniel was a bit too tall to sit on them. Though it seemed like he had lowered himself from a lofty position to be there, he sat with a casual ease, as though he were in his own home. Frederick clenched his fists tightly. Nathaniel's remark that he was the only outsider struck him as intolerable. Who was the true outsider here? "You really would go to Father and tattle, Fred?" Nathaniel cast him a sidelong glance and laughed, loud and unrestrained. "Go ahead and try. Let's see if he believes you. In any case, I won'

He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes. Nathaniel never talked much but always stood up against the bullies who targeted weak people. His one menacing look made the bullies question their existence. I sighed in relief when I saw my classroom from my peripheral vision. I almost jumped out of excitement becau- “Wait up Fatso, Where is my assignment, essay or whatever the hell you were supposed to complete? I turned around ready to be grilled. I saw Danika Williams and her minions. “I didn’t do it” I murmured looking down.

I said Mrs Grey complimented my intelligence and warned me not to disappoint her. I timidly accepted her invitation to sit at her desk, where a file awaited me. She instructed me to open it, revealing that it contained information on Nathaniel Sullivan. A 24-year-old ex-convict trying to turn his life around. Mrs Grey tasked me with assisting her during their meeting and providing my impressions afterward. Despite my nerves, Nathaniel was aware of my presence and had agreed to the arrangement.

She nudged Nathaniel and said, “Isn’t that Mr. Moreau over there?” Honestly, Nathaniel was not at all happy bumping into Frank. However, he was a family friend, and he had helped Nathaniel solve MN Inc.’s crisis, so it would be rude if Nathaniel just ignored him. Although he did not like Frank very much, Nathaniel admired his capabilities. If Frank were to agree to work for MN Inc., then Nathaniel would not have to worry about their production line anymore. In the end, Nathaniel ignored his pettiness and nodded in agreement, “Let’s go say hello.”

Maybe Raphael also thought the same thing as he said, ‘sure’ and left me to his brother’s machinations. I put as much distance between us as possible while still looking polite. He tried to flirt with me, and I was having nothing of it. I just gave him one-word answers. One thing you should admire about Nathaniel is his tenacity. Given his rebound Teflon effect just approximately a month after Sophie's death at flirting, I tried to limit our conversation to one-word replies to nil.

And Nathaniel is not able to digest this thing at all that his brother has been murdered. Seeing Nathaniel, it is clearly visible that he is less sad over the death of his brother but more angry at that murderer. Flame is visible in his eyes. I do not even know what Nathaniel will do to him if that murderer is in front of him. The moment he came to the hospital, I saw that he was fuming with anger. His burning eyes were enough to make anyone wet his pants, and his tall stature and muscular body were adding more danger to his menacing aura. On seeing him, all the employees turned aside because no one wanted to reach under his hands and feast on his own death.