Neil Randall の小説・ストーリー

As I expected, he didn't reply to my last message. Hours had passed, but I had this little feeling that Daniel was still in this mansion, so instead of going outside my room, I just made myself busy by reading articles in social media. An idea popped in my mind so I typed in the search bar the words 'Neil Sandoval' and there were a lot of articles about him that showed out in my the screen of my laptop. Neil Sandoval, a young billionaire in the country, has been promoted to be the President in the Kenal company.

“ Hello, Mrs. Trentino. Accept my condolences for the loss of your best friend. I know you are grieving and you expected to come to work tomorrow but I need you right now. Your personal assistant quit and you need a new one. I am holding interviews and I can’t seem to decide who you would want. “ He said. I fought the urge to be rude as that was a minor problem that could easily be solved. He didn’t need me going in. Despite knowing that, I decided that it would be best if I went in. I was very particular about who I hired. That and the fact that I had nothing else to do. Nikolai was still with Anabelle and Florian in the basement torturing someone.

"I knew you'd understand, Elsie. Everything I've done has been for our family. It'll all be settled after today. Just wait for me, and we'll live happily ever after!" Feigning a smile, I nodded and hid the micro camera. After Randall left, I reported him to the authorities. Tessa couldn't have children. Why not? She was Randall's former boss who had been fired long ago. What gave her the connections to secure him such a critical role? Why had he kept her in mind for so many years? Randall had more than one mentor who had helped him along the way. Not long after, the camera footage came back. A group of people had been caught in a money and sex exchange. They were busted by the police during

A slim, fair man of medium height with gentle brown eyes. “It doesn’t matter to me... That sort of thing isn’t really important,” Randall had soothed when she sobbed out her shame and despair after that dreadful afternoon when she had almost ended up sharing Christophe’s bed. “Of course, I forgive you, my dear.” Randall and his family had moved next door when she was ten and he was fourteen. He had been the odd one out in his large, extrovert family. Quiet and unambitious, his greatest interest was… wildlife photography.

Emma Rosy froze for a moment, confirming that she hadn't seen the person in front of her, and immediately looked puzzled, "You are?" Her tone carried a hint of caution, Joe went to the bathroom. Seeming to see through her inner thoughts, Randall Harrah waved his hand, he was afraid that Emma Rosy misunderstood, he hurriedly spoke out to explain, "Don't worry Miss Richard, I'm not here to strike up a conversation, I'm simply here to make friends with you." The next moment, Randall Harrah continued in a warm voice, "My name is Randall Harrah and I'm a good friend of Kenny Clarke."

muttered Leon. "Small incidents will not attract attention, at most they will be considered carelessness and unintentional mistakes, but the effect will still drain their funds," said Randall explaining in more detail. "Okay, I get your point. Go ahead, Randall, we still have a month until the old man makes his final decision," Leon said. "Let's slaughter Nicholas and his team. I'll fire them all when I'm crowned the winner and receive the official status as the Grand's main heir." Randall smiled broadly and after arranging the documents that Leon had to review and sign on the table, he left Leon's office, who was currently busy searching for a cruise ship on an online shopping site.

But I have to try. Hopefully we won’t see much of each other after dinner tonight. “Rand, I’m glad you could make it. All’s quiet out there?” “For the present. Dr. Neels is covering for me for the next few hours.” “It’s nice you have him available. When is he fully retiring?” Chelsea asked. “In about nine months. I need to find a partner by then. I don’t know how he did it alone all these years. He said he and the doctor in the next county covered for each other. Apparently he tried several times to get new doctors to join him, but they all said no after riding with him for a day or two. I may have the same problem.”

Reynor pulled back slightly and looked at him, really looked at him, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might shatter. “Rand,” he said quietly, his voice deadly calm. “Get the hell out of my office.” Rand smiled, slow and smug. “I like you, Mr. Reynor. I’ll leave. But you should know one thing.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. “No one says no to Rand. No one.” And with that, he adjusted his suit, straightened his tie, and walked out. Mr. Reynor glanced at me, his eyes boiling hot.

"WAS it already enough, Sir?" Randall turned to his hired investigator for a moment as he waved back to the folder he was reading. "It's enough already. Go through the accounting department and get your check. ” He dismissed the investigator. After saying thank you, he left his office. Finally, the report of information about Shean also came out. He thought he would never get to the point where he would get back into his reals elf. For the first time in his life, he had never experienced being overwhelmed with so much frustration and did not know what to do anymore. He did not know where to start.

Taylor looked at Channing nonchalantly. There was no anger on his face at all. “I assume you are Kayson? You’re pretty gutsy, but unfortunately, you’re just a grandmaster.” Kayson asked, “What kind of position do you hold in Eternalporium? Channing’s superior?” Randall’s face was dark as he barked, “Kayson! The man standing before you is Mr. Taylor Yost. I suggest you mind your attitude!” Unfortunately, Kayson paid Randall no mind. Even though he gave him the vibe of a warlord, he was a lot weaker than Taylor and Payton from the Rivspring Chamber of Commerce.