Gold D Roger Novels & Stories

Roger answered the call and heard the woman on the other end of the line say, "I heard that Elliot Foster and Avery Tate are at your place." "Ha ha! That's right! What is it?" Roger held his cigar and said casually, "I know you don't get along with them, but Elliot is a friend of mine." "Ha ha! Mr. Goldstein, as a successful businessman yourself, you should know that there are no such things as lifelong friends and enemies, only lifelong profits!" the woman cackled menacingly. "I have the perfect plan. Are you interested?" Roger's smile faded. "Go ahead and tell me your plan. I'll be the one to judge whether I benefit from it. I'm not willing to risk anything, and so I will also only act if

He looked at Drago and shook his head in despise. “You’re a sick man. What have you come to?” Señor Ramirez spat, lifting Drago up and tying his hands in a tight double knot. He stooped down and tied his feet together. He pushed Drago back, causing him to crash on the sand. Señor Ramirez came over and sat beside me, looking out at the peaceful ocean. “Have you got the Golden Leaf?” I dug my hand into my pocket and felt the smoothness of the Golden Leaf. “2…2…1…2…” I breathed, and brought it out and placed it on the sand in front of us.

“Boss….oh sorry!” “It’s okay Frank, what is it?” She ran a hand over her face, probably trying to stop the redness, but it wasn’t helping. “We have a problem.” Angel walked to the window and looked over her club, quickly spotting the problem. A drug deal was going down, and by the attire the two boys were in, these weren’t her men. Damian watched her eyes as the golden hue of a lover changed to an almost light brown of anger, the boss coming out.

said Secretary Kim. Yusa smiled faintly, he was happy because Secretary Kim gave him happy news about Roger. It's time for Roger to receive retribution for his actions in playing with him and ruining his relationship with Olivia. Even though Yusa doesn't care about Olivia anymore, he really hates Roger and wants to see his destruction. "Mr. Roger is not married, young master, he likes changing women and this is a photo of his new girlfriend." Lou provided a photo of a young woman in a pixy dress with shoulder-length wavy hair.

He couldn't stop trying to win, so he stayed at the table. They kept playing as the night turned into morning, but Roger's luck went really bad. Losing twenty million was a big blow, and he couldn't help but swear. It felt like he had fallen into a terrible nightmare. "Return the money to me tomorrow, alright?" Morelio said casually. "Sure! I've already informed my wife about it," Roger replied. "Great!" However, upon reaching his suite, Roger was stunned. He had managed to squander the two hundred million he received from Yurich in just two weeks, and he now even owed Morelio.

With a smile, Roger said, "But Natalie's show is another matter altogether." "Mr. Wild has two identities. Where does he find the time to watch the show?" Oliver retorted calmly. His dual identity undoubtedly referred to the renowned businessman Roger and the assassin known as D. "Mr. Windsor has to manage RK Group and design Windsor Group. Isn't he busier?" Roger said. "Oh, and you also have to send people to find your brother Arthur." Oliver replied, "Even with my busy schedule, I still have time for my wife. There's no need for Mr. Wild to squeeze in time for her."

"They took everything. My estate. My name. My empire. You want me to just forget all that?" "No," he said. "I want you to take it back. And for that, you need more than bullets. You need a long game. You need allies. You need patience." He wasn’t wrong. I hated it. "Rodger has taken over your territory in the U.S.," he continued. "He’s declared himself the new Don." I laughed bitterly. "Rodger was always a snake. I should have slit his throat when I had the chance." "Now’s your second chance. But it won’t come easy. He’s got your men. Your money. Even some of your businesses."

He was falling in love with this woman. She melted into his kiss warmly, and he was more than satisfied to bask in her sweet scent of honey and lavender. When the kiss ended, she lingered close to him. "Rodrigo, we'll definitely see each other tomorrow right?" "Yes we will." That promise had been made from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't expect to actually see her in the most unexpected place possible. The next day, he had led the trucks that were set to deliver the consignments of gold his father had stolen from the Moranos.

It was worth noting that this particular Desert Eagle was made of gold, looking extremely flashy. Squinting one eye and raising the gun in an aiming motion, the bearded man chuckled and said, "Now it's my turn to make a move, right? I've been telling you all along, Mr. Burke. If you send me, Goldfangs, that kid will definitely die!" As he spoke, he grinned to reveal a mouth full of protruding gold teeth, radiating an overwhelming nouveau riche vibe. Walter glanced at him. "You're my most sensitive asset that can't see the light of day. If you get involved, the Phelans or even other factions might start sniffing around."

Sinclair I storm down the hallway on my way to the meeting, but I’m gratified to see Roger waiting there for me at the door, leaning against the wall. I nod to him, not breaking my stride, but he falls in with me as we head inside. “So, what’d you bring?” Roger asks, his voice serious. “What?” I ask, half turning to him in my confusion. “To kill the prince,” Roger says, his face deadpan. “Like a gun, or something more dramatic like a morning star? Or are you just going to like, tear him limb from limb –“