Novel & Cerita Charles Dilaurentis

he said as he handed me the menu booklet. I rubbed my chin, while checking the possible menu I would like. I guess, it took me more than three minutes before I decided to let him order for me. Their dishes are just as expensive, it's embarrassing if I will just order casually when in fact, I don't know him or even just his name. After he told the waiter about our order, he looked at me again and then smiled. "Maybe you are wondering why I want to talk to you all of a sudden... I am Doctor Charles Mirandes and Kalex is my nephew," he said with a controlled smile.

"The next day I met Larry when he came to meet his mother. He told me between our conversations that he donates part of his earnings every year to orphanages." "He asked me to help him with the details of your quotation and if he wins the tender he would donate part of the money to a children's orphanage." The last words of Aliza brought Charles to flames but he wasn't a person to display his emotions going lost. He was a business tycoon and mafia leader who knew how to play his cards well. He wasn't insensate but he can project himself emotionless if the situation demands. He would make people say the words he wanted with guilt rather than punish them with his speech.

He smiled-slow, polite, practiced. “Enchanté,” he said in a smooth French accent, taking her hand without asking. “I’m Lucien Laurent, Global Development Director for the European Commerce Council. Your presentation was… formidable.” Sara blinked. “Thank you.” He didn’t release her hand immediately. Alaric’s gaze cut toward the gesture like a blade. Mr. Laurent finally let go, smiling wider. “Your insight into implementation challenges was refreshingly honest. We don’t get such candor often in these conferences.”

—until she saw Charles, and her expression instantly froze. Charles beamed that grandfatherly smile. “Sorry to interrupt, Serena. Got a moment for Julian?” She hated it, but Charles was one of the old guard—an aide to the former chairman, someone who’d watched Ashford grow from the ground up. So she gave him a little face. “Of course, come in. What do you need? Want me to give you the room?” Charles waved her off. “No—sorry to drop by like this. I got a call. One of my team’s tied up with visa issues and won’t be back for months. Can Julian help out for a bit?”

After hearing the Italian Mafia Boss's order everyone switched into action. " I got it! " Willy, the short man from a corner replied. " Konstantin Dmitri visited the western Hall rent last week twice. Afterwards he invited a surgeon into his lair. In his account the amount of $4,976,468,588,568 was deducted for some reason I couldn't pinpoint. Then earlier today he hired a bomb experts. Right now he is in new York, having a light party with some strippers "

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

She sat by her father, Elias who was adorned finely in a well tailored tuxedo and the evident sadness in her soul was prompted by the absence of… Doreen. “Tessa…” The multitudes of exquisite Italian cuisines placed on the table were left untouched by her side and a hand, resting motionlessly on it, was slowly yet gently covered by a more large, wrinkled, aged one. It belonged to Charlie Williams. “Father…” Ultimately, her dulled blue eyes met with his green sweet ones before he offered her a smile. “I beg of you to stop thinking so much about Doreen — he'll be here soon.” The founder of W Empire, a globally known figure, cladded in a richly designed suit and seated across the table spoke rea

“Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, kind of old... well, your age.” “And was he a total dick?” Elias nodded, “Yeah.” I gave Ella a heavy glance before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Do you know who it is?” Cato asked, stepping forward, “Dad?” I slammed the champagne bottle on the table. “Luciano fucking Megestanis.” “Luciano? The guy who-” Cato began, his eyes flickering to Ella. “Yes, that guy.” The guy who molested Ella, raped a poor human woman, assisted Andrea Martinez, and somehow broke free from my prison. To list a few.

A string quartet performed something refined Fiona couldn't identify. Valeria inched closer. "You see that man by the balcony?" Fiona turned her way. A man stood alone among the glittering throng. Tall, expensively dressed in a black suit and no tie. Hair slicked back with effortless care. Hands in his pockets. Eyes like winter. "That's Charles Billion," Valeria breathed. "Owns half of the production houses in Asia. You ever heard of Red Flame Studios? That's him." "The Charles Billion? Valeria nodded. "Billionaire. Producer. Philanthropist. Rumor has it, he can make or break a career in one phone call. Be careful, though—he doesn't smile. Ever."

Jane had skimmed through the scripts, but they were nothing to write home about. It was no biggie if they passed on them. The real deal was the upcoming Unchallenged Dominion press conference. Word on the street was that Charles, the big boss of Collosus Group and head honcho of Saint Di and Royal Star Entertainment, would show up as an investor. That was juicy news for the media hounds.