Gentleman Mha Novels & Stories

The investor had a little reputation in the business world, but no matter how good his business was, it couldn't compare with the top-notch families like the Klein family in Capital City. The young man in front of him was obviously younger than his son. He was the boss of SO Entertainment and likely the heir of the Klein Group. Therefore, although the old pervert looked terrible at that time, he still raised the wine glass in his hand awkwardly. "Alas! It's such a rare opportunity today. Let's drink! Don't spoil everyone's interest because of a small matter..." "It's a spoilsport!!" "..." The old man's smile froze again. Just as he was thinking about when he had offended Zachary, Zachary sto

We walk past a hallway, past offices with large windows, and soon we arrive at a set of mahogany double doors which Gypsy pushes open, revealing two desks at each end and another door in the middle. The lady, knocks once on the door and pushes it in, revealing a large office, a large desk, and Marciano leaning on it while he goes through something on his iPad. He's not wearing a jacket, and his sleeves are rolled all the way to his elbows. If it wasn’t for the scar running along his side, he could pass for any powerful CEO in the city. The kind people trusted. The kind people underestimated. He doesn’t lift his gaze when I enter and take a seat. But when he finally does, it’s to tell the lad

Now he would start the game that would bring them down. Dr. Rohman Mehra, a facade behind the notorious mafia boss, is the CEO of Mehra Pharmaceutical, a global leader known for its strong market presence and influential healthcare solutions across the USA, India, and Canada. As a third-generation leader, Dr. Mehra inherited a legacy of innovation and ethics, turning it into a symbol of modern pharmaceutical excellence. “Rohman,” a man peeked inside. “Are you available?” Daksh entered holding a file. Rohman, calming his facial expression, turned to him. Daksh offered him a pen while watching him closely, as Rohman examined the papers he had brought.

Jonathan towered over him as he approached. “Richard MacMillus,” he said, extending his. “General Manager of Brickroll.” Jonathan shook his hand. The man then turned his attention to Amelia. He looked her up and down with a suggestive smile that made her feel uncomfortable, like he was undressing her with his eyes. “You must be Amelia. Your reputation precedes you.”

It's been two weeks since I met vincenzo, Gabrielle, and Valentino. My mafia is hosting a ball to welcome the Italian mafia, which means I'll be seeing Vincenzo. The ball is on Saturday, It's Monday and Mia, Gabrielle and I are going dress shopping.

“Oh, don’t worry about me Miss McKenna, I assure you that I am well compensated for my time.” That wasn’t a real answer, but I let it slide. “I’m sure,” I sighed looking around at the grand manor. Ryland wasn’t joking when he said HMG treated their employees well. “Here is my direct number,” he pulled a business card from his inner jacket pocket and placed it in my hand with a small bow of his head. “Do not hesitate to call for any need you may have–big or small. I am here to ease your recovery.” The beautifully hand-inked card was scribed in a handwriting so fine I’d think it was printed for a wedding invitation. It held no formal title, no discriminating information other than his name, Ge

He chuckled out loud this time. The senior managers around the table were surprised by the smile on his face. Mercer had always been reserved, plus the meeting today was one of extreme importance. It seemed like his thoughts had strayed from the matter at hand multiple times already. At this moment, the senior manager doing his presentation put down the files in his hands and announced, "Mr. Garland, I've finished my report." Mercer came to his senses and hastily put his phone away. He sat up straighter and said sternly, "Very good. Let's proceed to the next topic of discussion."

businessman" didn’t tell you? Huh.He kept his past from you… lying to you.Interesting, isn't it? I stay frozen.A million thoughts running through my head.Dots connecting.The truth clear. He leans in close, his breath hot against my face. “What? Can't think, doll? Can't understand that your little boyfriend isn't the guy you think he is?“ He chuckles, almost pityingly. “What, did you really believe the lie that he was some innocent "businessman"? He was a mafia king for god's sake.” He reaches up to pinch the side of my cheek roughly—

I turn to the owner of the voice to meet a tall man in blue scrubs and a long white coat, blond hair, and green eyes that remind me of a certain green-eyed man, but this man lacks the darkness and allure that my green-eyed man has. Pause! My green-eyed man? “Hello? Anyone home?” The man asks, snapping his fingers in my face. “Sorry, you startled me,” I say with a hand over my chest. “I didn’t mean to,” A white smile spread across his face. “You seemed worried about what they were saying, and I came with a piece of advice. I’m Doctor Lee,” he introduces, his arm stretched out. I take it, shaking it once, but he holds on to me a second longer than expected before letting go.

The woman stood with her hands clasped together downward below her stomach, she looked a bit nervous. "I am sorry to disturb you, my name is Giselle, and I am the new employee here. I was wondering if I could speak to you directly?" Corentin was annoyed, but he did not want to ruin his mood, there were still a few hours before office hours ended, thus he called Melanie and the woman entered room. He faced Mel with a straight face, motioning his hand toward Giselle.