Novels by liameplart

Amid the lively chatter and clinking glasses, frustration remained etched across Ralph's face, making it impossible for him to enjoy a single moment of it. He stormed over to Jeffrey, Fiona’s husband, without hesitation.“This isn’t over,” Ralph muttered through gritted teeth, glancing toward the stage where the bride and groom were trying to salvage the day. ''That manager—Mr. Kevin Smith, right? I’ll make sure he regrets it today.''Jeffrey, holding a glass of whiskey, raised an eyebrow with disinterest. ''You really think it’s worth it? The wedding’s back on track. Just let it go, okay?''“Let it go?” Ralph scoffed, his gaze determined. ''I’ve been humiliated, in public. Do you know what it feels like to have people thinking the head of Manta Oil got played by some lowly hotel clerk?'' His hand balled into a fist. “I’ll bury that man’s career.”The next moment, Jocelyn Astor, who had been standing nearby, joined the conversation, her face tight with anger. ''Jeffrey, I still can’t

Clara, the event coordinator, hurried over to Adrian Astor, the head of the Astor family, and leaned in close. ''The hall was booked by another client. You need to wrap things up immediately.'' The news hit them like a bombshell. Guests glanced at one another in confusion, murmuring complaints under their breath. “This is insane,” someone whispered. Chairs scraped across the floor as guests reluctantly gathered their belongings, muttering curses. A glamorous celebration now on the brink of collapse. Ralph and Adrian charged toward Clara, anger etched across their faces. “Who gave that order?!” Adrian barked, his glare sharp enough to cut a glass. Ralph threw his hands in the air in frustration, ''Mmm. What the heck is going on? We need answers—now!'' Clara raised her palms, trying to keep calm under their heated stares. ''I’m just following instructions. The hotel manager gave the order.'' Adrian scoffed. ''We paid a fortune for this wedding! How can he just shut us dow

Charles then said to Gilbert, ''I’ll make sure you get the official contract documents soon. Once you sign them, the project will be locked in, and everything will be set in motion.''Impressed, Gilbert gave a firm nod. ''No problem, Mr. Chase.”Charles glanced up from the table, his tone shifting slightly. “By the way, did you hear that Brandy and Ralph are throwing their wedding party in the next three weeks?”Gilbert’s brows furrowed in surprise as he shook his head. “No, I didn’t hear about that.”“Okay, fine,” Charles said, gulping before continuing, ''I’d like to invite you to the party. Will you come?''Caught off guard, Gilbert’s eyes widened, ''Uh… oh, okay. I’ll attend. But where’s the wedding going to be?''Charles exhaled softly, rubbing his chin in thought. “The venue hasn’t been locked down yet, but I’m guessing they’ll probably rent a hall in one of the most expensive hotels in New York.”He quickly sat back, mulling over Charles’s words. A hotel, huh? The thought stirr

Eventually, Mr. Hoffman requested Logan’s account details and proceeded with a $30 million bank transfer. Logan’s eyes flickered with a strange mix of excitement and greed as he quickly confirmed the payment had gone through.“Alright, I’ll have one of my staff fetch Gilbert,” Logan said, reaching for his phone to make the call.But before he could dial, Mr. Hoffman raised his hand, stopping him mid-action. ''No need. I’ll find Gilbert myself, okay?''Logan hesitated, confused by the insistence, but he didn't argue. He had gotten what he wanted—a hefty sum of money that more than made up for the deal. Without another word, Mr. Hoffman turned and walked out of his office.After he left, his expression, glum, clearly showed he wasn’t satisfied with how things had gone. Paying Logan $30 million for Gilbert's release left a bitter taste in his mouth. He knew Logan didn’t deserve a cent for his crooked actions. Now Logan would feel like he had come out on top, profiting from something he s

Vivienne's eyes widened in shock, and she inadvertently knocked a decorative object off the desk, a thud echoing through the silence. Logan’s jaw dropped. ''Sorry… come again? I don’t think I understand what you’re saying,'' he stuttered, disbelief in his voice.He could have bet his life, his fortune, and every achievement that Gilbert would never escape the mess he was in. The idea that someone like Mr. Hoffman would swoop in to buy Gilbert’s contract was unimaginable. Yet here it was, unfolding before him like an illusion.Scrambling for words, Logan tried to poison Mr. Hoffman’s view of Gilbert. ''You really don’t want to do that. Gilbert isn’t worth the trouble. He’s just a glorified cleaner, and you have no idea what you’re getting into.''Panic crept in. Logan had always felt safe knowing Gilbert couldn’t break free from the ten-year contract unless he paid the $5 million demanded. But now, with Mr. Hoffman standing there, Logan’s fear spiked. He knew Mr. Hoffman could easily

The moment Charles Chase walked away, Gilbert’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out, seeing Mr. Hoffman’s name on the screen. Without a second thought, he answered.“Commander, are we good to go?” Mr. Hoffman’s voice came through, calm but firm.Gilbert glanced around, ensuring no one was close enough to overhear. ''Yes. Everything's in place. Head to Logan’s office like we planned.''''On my way. I’ll be there soon,” Mr. Hoffman confirmed.“Let me know when you arrive.” Gilbert ended the call swiftly, his mind already shifting to the next move. Today was the day things would start falling into place.Just as Gilbert pocketed his phone, the door swung open, and Logan burst in, Vivienne trailing closely behind him. Surprise and apprehension flooded his senses at their unexpected arrival. Had they overheard his conversation? He quickly masked his worry, determined to keep any hint of his plans hidden.After slamming the door shut, Logan’s fierce gaze locked onto Gilbert