Novel & Cerita Donald Na

Long enough that the compound had started feeling like the whole world. "Dinner?" "Dinner." He held my gaze. "Just dinner." Rosabella made a sound that might have been a cough. "Yeah sure. I'd like that," I said. The rest of the day passed quietly. I worked in the medical bay. Small things. The ordinary maintenance of keeping people functional. Around mid-afternoon Darius appeared in the doorway. Frank's consigliere. The quiet one who watched everything and said little. He had the kind of stillness that came from years of assessing threats and deciding in seconds which ones mattered.

"Survival of the fittest, son. And I am advising you do thesame." "Why do I feel like I want to see how much people either hate or like me?" "You're not serious." Donovan laughed. "Of course, Grandpa. Don't worry. Everything is in place. I'm president already." "That's my son." Both hi fived. Boma was appalled. The level at which Donovan was like Ronald could barely be quantified. But she was scared of speaking out. She knew Donovan would never listen to her whenever it had to do with Ronald.

RONAN “Sir, I really hate to be that guy, but are you certain we will be able to finish the arrangements before she arrives?” Donald, Malachi’s personal assistant asks while handing me a Budweiser. Without turning to him, I snatch the glass bottle from his hand and crack it open with my teeth. “Do you want to lose your job, Donald?” He pales beside me. “No…not at all.” Slowly, I tilt my neck sideways to look at him, tearing my gaze away from the lake.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. You don't have to avoid me." Donald gave him a weird look. "I wasn't avoiding you." He chuckled when Axel gave him a disbelieving look. "I'm serious. I had some stuff to do." Axel raised his brows. "Some stuff?" Donald blushed. "Why? I can't do anything except work?" Axel gave him a very sweet smile. "You're turning as red as an overripe tomato, Donald." He wagged a finger under his nose. "What secret thing have you been up to?"

"That's correct, who would have thought you'd call so quickly. Please, call me Don, short for Donald." "Donald, I'd like to get to the point immediately. I called you up to work with you. As a business development consultant, I believe your firm can help me start up a business. Money is not a problem." "Mrs Lar...I mean Dohana. That's my field of business. I can develop any business to maximise its sales and profits, but I don't come cheap, I-" Dohana raised a finger to stop him. "I said money is not a problem."

Donald stood there, looking puzzled, unsure if Andrew had agreed or not. After mulling it over, Donald slapped his forehead. He muttered, "I'm such an idiot! A man like Mr. Lloyd wouldn't just help me score points for no reason. I need to show my sincerity next time. Damn it, from now on, wherever Mr. Lloyd points, I'll lead the charge without hesitation!" Donald knew full well how powerful Andrew's control over Jayrodale's underground network was. If he wanted to catch criminals or solve cases, he would have to rely on Andrew's influence.

AUTHOR'S POV Reid was in his office going through a few pieces of paperwork when the door opened and Donald walked in without knocking. Donald has been his best friend since they were children and after Reid came back to the Brown family. Donald just returned from Italy a day before Grandma's birthday as he had been away for a while to handle business at his father’s company. Now that he had transferred to New York and moved the business here, Reid also knew he would be seeing a lot of his face.

"I don't know who her husband is. I had never seen him before, not until today. But I wanted to have her to myself. She was... familiar." I burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the walls. "You're incredibly fortunate that her husband was in a relatively good mood today, or your head would have rolled across the gallery floor. Mr. Donald is the most feared man in this city. He's wealthier and more powerful than most could ever dream, and some whisper that he's a don of the underworld, pulling strings from the shadows. They also call him an animal. I'm sure you wouldn't want an animal to bite you, would you?"

He replied angrily, “You want to take my life? Do you even know who my brother-in-law is?” Charlie smiled as he said, “I know. Isn’t he Donald Webb? Do you really think that Donald will be able to save you this time? If that old dog Donald dares to come over here today, then I’ll let the entire Webb family disappear and go extinct today!” “You…” Nelson was shocked. He could not understand why the young man in front of him would actually be so confident. Why did he have the courage to say such arrogant things? Who was Donald? Donald was an existence with no opponents at all in the entire South Region. No one would dare to provoke him!

God knows what's going to happen then. But I stared blankly at the screen. I asked for a few days to do whatever I want. As a Don, I get to do whatever I please but this time— it's different. Talking to Holly briefly about her family and childhood, her desire to travel and not settling in one place appeals to me.