Novels by Eclipse

"Oh?" Jerome's eyes lit up. "Where?""Not a rickshaw stand. United Logistics," Adam said."That logistics company?" Jerome's expression flickered. "But logistics work means running around, right? If I'm gone, who'll take care of Little Jerome?""You don't have to do the running," Adam said."What kind of work is it then? Loading and unloading? How's the pay?" Jerome asked quickly."Not physical labor either," Adam said. "Meet me at their company entrance tomorrow at nine. As for the pay—if you're not satisfied, you don't have to take the job."Jerome hesitated, then nodded: "Alright. I don't have anything else right now anyway. Might as well give it a shot. How do you know someone at that company, anyway?""By chance," Adam said with a smile.He knew that if he told the truth, Jerome wouldn't believe him anyway.Jerome didn't ask further. Adam's news seemed to lift his spirits. He tilted his head toward Adam: "Still sleeping at my place tonight?""No. I found somewhere to stay. I just

"Oh, stop," Grace said coyly, pushing Marcus away. "Let me take a few photos to post on Feed first. All my friends are going to be so jealous. Thank you, honey. We'll talk about tonight later."She pulled out her phone and took several photos of the ballroom and the food, carefully avoiding Adam's direction.The other person who wasn't quite normal was Viola.She was still sitting next to Adam, watching him eat his third plate of food, growing more curious by the minute."Such a mysterious person," she thought, a smile playing on her lips."How long does this party go on?" Adam asked, his mouth full of food. "This is so boring. I'm already full.""It should end after Mr. Winthrop announces whatever he's going to announce," Viola said, leaning back on the sofa with a sweet smile. "This is the most relaxing party I've ever been to. By the way, if I need your help again for this kind of social event, you'll come, right?"Adam nodded: "No problem. Free food and drinks? It's a win."As they

BLACK GOAT was a secret organization. Ordinary people didn't know it existed. But those who had reached a certain status would have heard of it. Richard Winthrop was one of them.Adam was worried that if Richard got too excited and kept talking, he might reveal things he shouldn't.Richard, being New York's richest man, was clearly skilled at reading people. He saw the look in Adam's eyes and understood immediately—Adam didn't want his identity exposed.His body trembled slightly. He wiped the tears from his face and stood up from the ground: "Ah, I'm getting old. My eyes are failing me. I've mistaken you for someone else."Natalie quickly helped steady him. Her beautiful eyes swept over Adam, curiosity shining in them.Who was this man? She had never seen her father act this way toward anyone.Ethan breathed a sigh of relief.When Richard had knelt, Ethan had nearly wet himself. Someone who could make New York's richest man kneel was not someone he could afford to mess with.Now that

Ethan walked up to Adam, who was still eating with his head down, a disdainful smile on his lips. He deliberately raised his voice: "Ms. Sinclair, is this guy next to you your boyfriend?"Viola had already introduced him as such at the entrance. By bringing it up again, and so loudly, he was clearly trying to draw everyone's attention.Sure enough, many eyes in the ballroom turned toward them.Adam looked up and gave Ethan a calm glance.Viola smiled in response: "Yes, I'd like to introduce everyone. This is my boyfriend, Adam Walker."A sly smile flickered across Ethan's face: "Well, well, it looks like the goddess of many hearts, New York Bank's beautiful Ms. Sinclair, has been won over by this guy. A lot of guys are probably going to be heartbroken. But judging by his attire, he seems a bit out of place at this gathering."Viola frowned slightly. She looked at Adam and saw that he looked quite calm.In truth, Viola was also very curious about Adam.The first time she saw him, he loo

Viola glanced at him: "You're quiet today. Having second thoughts?""No," Adam said. "It's just—"He paused."Just what?""Just thinking about some things," Adam said. "About who I really am."Viola was taken aback, then laughed: "You say interesting things. Who are you? Adam Walker. A former rickshaw puller who suddenly became very rich. What's there to think about?"Adam was silent for a moment, then smiled: "You're right. Nothing to think about."But he knew things weren't that simple.Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the Four Seasons Hotel in New York.This was one of the best hotels in New York. When Adam was still pulling rickshaws, he had fantasized about bringing Grace here for a meal. In hindsight, that thought was laughable.Viola parked the car and naturally took Adam's arm."Stay close," she said, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Otherwise, people won't believe we're a couple."Adam cooperated, moving closer.Just as they reached the hotel entrance, a voice ran

"I remember," Adam interrupted her.But he didn't immediately reach out to ruffle F's hair like he used to. He just sat on the sofa, head down, looking at his own hands.These hands—for three years, they had gripped rickshaw handles, carried cement bags, scrubbed floors, washed dishes. Grace said she had never let him touch her finger, but that wasn't true. He had touched her—he had carried her bags, helped her mother with things, done countless household chores.But in his memory, these hands had also held guns.Grace called him a useless nobody. But in his memory, people called him "the Reaper."Two identities fought in his mind. His temples throbbed."Dr. Winter," Adam said, looking up at Vera Winter. His tone was calm, but F noticed that his hands were trembling slightly. "Thank you."Vera snorted: "Thank you? I never thought I'd hear those words from your mouth.""People change," Adam said with a weak smile.Vera looked at him, seeming to sense something, but didn't press. She tu