Novel & Cerita Cyrus Goodman

CARMELA THOMPSON "You need to report today." Was the first thing that left his mouth as I opened the front door. Standing before me is Cyrus, wearing his dark grey suit with his hair perfectly styled that made him look like a handsome yet ruthless person that he actually is. As much as I hate to admit it, I was stunned at how handsome he looks right now that I am almost gawking at him. Scolding myself mentally, I straightened my posture and tried to meet his blazing eyes.

While Cyrus sounded like he was scolding all the professionals that were present, his words made them even more motivated. Many of them didn’t expect Elder Gibson to keep on trying to find ways to be creative and improve his methodology despite his old age. A lot of people that were present felt ashamed. Many of them had thoughts of wanting to slow down once they reached their forties and fifties with some success. “And you.” Cyrus turned around and looked at the professional from the other city. “I heard you praised contestant number ten and you enjoyed watching her performance. If you enjoyed her performance that much, you were still going to overrule your own judgment just because of two

Riker said, who was quickly joined by Rayan. Osiris got up from his seat and kissed the top of Cy’s head. “See you later. Be good.” “Aah, see, the big bald fucker loves me.” Cyrus smirked. “Love you too, bestie.” Then it was just me, Cyrus and Storm. “I’ll take my son home now. Be nice to April. And stop smoking so much weed, old man. If Aeryn finds out you have that little shed full of plants, she’ll fucking kill you.”

I stared at the screen in a daze, watching Joel Whitaker, all suited up. My coworker elbowed me and whispered excitedly, "Wow, this guy really went all out! Renting this screen for New Year’s Eve? The price for just half an hour is at least a hundred grand!" “I heard he reserved this spot with the marketing team a month ago. Talk about dedication!”

‘Evening beautiful. ‘Good evening Mr. Carter.’ ‘Hmm, I like that.’ ‘Noted, how was your day?’ ‘Busy, we have picked up a huge case that would do wonders for the firm.’ ‘I sense a but...’ ‘But it’s a tough case and my dad’s given it to me.’ ‘Isn’t that a good thing?’ ‘It is but it means a lot of long days, late nights, and very little time.’ ‘Oh.’ ‘I am promising you I will make time to talk to you though and see you where I can.’

More money for me. "Now that's that for today. Mr. Amade has completed his pay, so y'all will get credited this night." He turned to face Benji and Dubem again "Ensure you cut all connection we have with Mr Amade and the deceased. Clear the phones and the laptop and dispose them. Kingsley would get new ones tomorrow. And please make sure what happened today doesn't repeat itself again. And I mean ever again." With that he clapped his hands rubbing them together to indicate he was done. Dubem and Benji were the tech guys, they did all the findings and communications before Musa came into any case. While kingsley and George were the shopping guys, they go shop for things needed for any mission

Cyrus turned to look at him with both of his hands in his pants pocket as he said, “I don’t have the word forgiveness in my dictionary Carter. You should have thought about the consequences before messing with what is mine” Cyrus doesn’t believe in forgiving. According to him if a person makes a mistakes once then there is no guarantee that he won’t do it again. Other thing about him is that he doesn’t like when someone messes with something that is his. No one can get away with the consequences of messing with him and going against him. Police cuffed Mr. Carter and took him out of Cyrus’ cabin after bidding their farewell with him. “Did she reach the house?” Cyrus asked William as soon as t

One of them said, "Do you think the Sea Horizon Club is your territory? We were so happy that we wanted to laugh. Do we need your permission?" She's an actress, after all, who could narrate these sharp words in a blank and indifferent one. Naomi was enraged to the extreme. "Who do you think you are? How can you talk to me in such a tone?" After she finished speaking, Naomi turned her head to look at Cyrus, who was standing beside her. She seemed to want Cyrus to speak for her. Everyone in the entertainment industry knew that Cyrus had been quite carefree for the past six months. First, he had broken off his contract with the D-Fronts Media Company, and then he started a relationship with a w

"There's plenty of things to be grateful about! The beautiful weather, the calm atmosphere, and the scent of strong coffee in the morning." I looked at him incredulously. It's a rainy morning, there's plenty of paperwork, meaning there's no time to relax, and our coffee machine just broke yesterday. I rolled my eyes and just let him wonder about the beauty of life. Cyrus has always been like this. He was sent here by the gods to watch over everything that I do. He's basically my manager. He was once a god, also living in the heavens, but he was demoted here on earth for a reason that I don't know. Honestly, if I were him, I'd be much more bitter about life.

Thus, he commented, “Do you know where that old woman lives? Maybe, I can help.” “No need,” Cyrus declined. “I sponsored the medical help for the old woman’s son.” Lance and Jane both gasped at the news. Cyrus is the director of the Geelq Car company. Even though he is not the heir and the CEO of the company, he has wide influence and wealth which he got from working in the company. Besides, he probably has inheritance from his father. However, Jane and Lance did not expect him to help other people in need. ‘Did he do this out of pure intention?’ Lance wondered.