George X Mr P の小説・ストーリー

A NIGHT WITH MR XANDER (Becoming his addiction) Chapter Over at the company where the employees walked about trying to carry out certain task, Mr Peter was seen in his office scribbling down notes when the door to the office was pulled open by Gerald for Xander to walk in. The pen Mr Peter held froze in place on seeing XANDER and with a smile, he spoke. "MR XANDER you're here" he said, his eyes on Xander who had his seat across him.

Big-headed man? Looking at Hua Mucheng's smiling face, Master George frowned and asked, "Oh? Why can't I see anything special?" "Master George, I think Miss Hua is deliberately mystifying things here. This boy is wearing cheap clothes. Hurry up and expel them. The clothing exhibition must be held normally," Zhao Xin said jokingly. "Yes, Master George, we are deliberately wasting everyone's time!" Sun Xiang echoed. Master George's face seemed to be gloomy. He was an international fashion designer who had presided over many world-class clothes exhibition meetings. No one had ever paid him. If this beautiful oriental classical woman dared to pay him, he would still do the same.

MR GEORGE’s POV "You think you can betray me, do you think?" I bellowed loudly in front of Harrison in my underground warehouse. "I'm so sorry, Mr. George," Harrison tried to plead for his betrayer. "Oh, now you can beg me after you've sold intel to Lorenzo about my whereabouts and my business?" I spoke thoughtfully, giving a potential smile in front of him.

Explanation? Henry had been smiling ingratiatingly by the side. When he saw George's gaze, he almost peed his pants. Others might not know who George was, but he was a developer. The people he was in connection with were wealthy and influential. Naturally, he knew who George was. He was once the big boss of the underworld in Ol' Mare, the heir of the great Severn family. He was a vicious character! Moreover, there was Mister Kane, who was more terrifying than George!

Instantly, everyone was stunned and they could not figure out what was going on. George stood respectfully in front of Philip, bowed, and said, “Mr. Clarke.” Everyone was astounded by that scene! George Thomas, the richest man in Riverdale, actually bowed to Philip, that useless man!

Voice even, Anabella said, “how is your mother today, Mr. President? I believe she has a heart condition, does she not? One that required her to receive a pacemaker. Who do you think manufactured that nifty little gadget keeping your mother alive?” The President’s face went pale. Issuing that threat Marx was sure was the President’s attempt at asserting his dominance once more after Xavier admonished him for his actions. The President was a proud man. Marx wished the man would be smart enough to see the game he was playing. The people he was playing it with.

Chapter 3: Mr. Salazar part 2 “Mr. Salazar.” He looked at me and showed me a small smile. I smiled back. “Do you want me to narrate the story again?” He said, jokingly. Can`t blame him tho. Well, this happens a lot, that`s why. He have that stoic face while saying that. If you don`t know him, you`d probably think that he is mad or weird. Imagine, a person joked to you but his face is stoic. Wews.

MK came back looking solemn. “Miss Brown, can I have a word with you please?” He asked, and I looked at me, Xavier, before looking at him. “S…” “What do you want with my secretary?” Mr. Xavier asked. “Nothing much, Mr Xavier, I just need your secretary for a few minutes.” “What’s that, if I may ask?” “Like I said, it’s nothing much, my main model for today’s program was involved in an accident on her way here.” “So.” Mr. Xavier drawled.

Me. Mr Drey motioned for her to continue and the room quieted. She kept butchering my presentation as she went on. I would’ve done far better than she did because it was my work. My sweat. “This is impressive...” I yipped with glee in my mind. He liked it. Not that I cared but he liked it. I schooled my facial expression to portray nonchalance. “So, why is your presentation shabby?” A snort almost escaped me. I quickly covered it up with a cough, earning stares from across the room. Including his.

“Enough now!” commanded the young man, who surprisedly is Mr. McWood, as he strode past the woman sitting beside him. He stopped in front of Grey, who was glaring timidly at me. “You have no right to talk to her like that!” Grey tore his glare from me, the crowd stiffening in shock. He looked at Mr. McWood, who I vividly remembered as the fashion icon who had dressed me for the wedding. “And who are you?”