Gold Roger Hat Novels & Stories

ROGER “Boss, Bullet was spotted in a bank earlier this morning.” Zain said, showing Roger a photo of the man, who wore a black hooded jacket, which covered his face from hidden cameras. “That fucking piece of shit!p I want you to send some men to find him and bring him to me as soon as you can!” Roger growled at his personal bodyguard. “I'm on it, boss." Zain said as he bolted out of Roger's office, immediately.

Roger said furiously, grabbing his father by the collar of his shirt. “Roger, let him go.” “I’m done waiting. I want you to give me the presidency you promised me.” “You lost that when you proved to me that you were nothing but a damn traitor and a thief. We found out about all the money and jewelry you secretly took from the company.” “I didn’t steal anything because all of it was mine in the first place, so I could take whatever I wanted whenever I wanted,” Roger shouted, shoving the older man hard. George lost his balance and hit his head on the desk.

One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES” Fishtailing the tyres, I turned off the road into the car park. Rows of bikes lined up the chrome shining in the sunlight. Kicking down the stand and unzipping my leather jacket, Taking a deep breath I headed into the clubhouse knowing full well that the bomb I was about to drop was not going to be well received.

"Hailey, who was that just now?" As everyone speculated, a man dressed as a black-suited assistant got out of a Ferrari, holding an Armani bag. He first went to the director, handed over a business card, and then went to deliver the clothes to Roger. "Mr. Wild?" The director looked shocked at the name on the business card. Roger's face rarely appeared in the media, but his name was well-known in the international upper class. He was a renowned Italian entrepreneur and investor. Rumor had it that Roger's background went far beyond his status in the business world.

Better to accept his fiction and file away the truth for future use. "The gifts," I said. "Show me." Relief flickered across his weathered face as he gestured for his men to bring the cases forward. The Berettas were excellent—better than the ones he had originally provided. The sapphire necklace was genuine, probably worth six figures on the legitimate market. "For your assistant," Ruggero said, nodding toward the necklace. "A token of my regret for any discomfort my men's actions may have caused her." "Noted."

The aura, spirit, vibe and ethereal air surrounding him is enough to make them want to bow and praise him like the royal guards are doing from the other end whilst letting the uniformed securities do their work of guarding him. His sight is like those you would want to bow down at just to worship. The man is wearing biscotti coloured set kaftan and babban riga embroidered like those of royalty. Yes, that complicated intricates only royals could afford doing. His Zannah Bukar cap has almost matching embroidery but slightly different to make it match up down to the Rolex clasped around his left wrist, beautiful golden watch it is.

Alliance Master Yarn sighed inwardly and said, “I’m still missing that little opportunity. So be it. Today, for my people and for my civilization, I’ll fight to my death! … Roger had returned to his peak condition. He had a handsome face, black hair, as well as a tall and burly figure. He was standing on the sea with his hands behind his back. In that instant, only this magnificent figure could be seen! Roger stared at the nine silver dragons raging in front of him intently with a smug smile. He raised his right hand, made a grabbing motion at the nine silver dragons in mid-air, and shouted grimly, “How dare nine worms like you kick up a storm on my sea?! Die!” Crack! Nine shattering sounds

I, too, also wondered about that. ‘‘What happened?’’ A deep voice with a slight trace of worry suddenly sounded accompanied by hurried footsteps approaching us. A man whose name was Roger then appeared right beside us to see my situation. ‘‘Oh, damn, my 1 million gold is really trying to kill herself.’’ ‘‘What should we do, Boss? Tie her up?’’ The man pinning me on the wall asked. ‘‘No, how can I leave scars on such a beautiful and delicate body?’’ Roger was worried that wouldn't sell me for a good price.

"No matter what, I'm the only person who can contact this team in Country R. I control the deal. Right now, the greatest opportunity for Towering High to rise again is to advance this AI project. Thus, this is my bargaining chip. I won't lose to him." Hearing Patrick's words, I felt at ease. Soon, Roger bought the foods back and put them in the kitchen before leaving. But soon he returned. He took out a big box at the top of the wardrobe and threw it on the ground. "What's this?" Patrick and I stood by his side, feeling confused. Roger smiled naughtily and opened the box. There were pieces of wrapped new clothes in it. There were cards on these clothes. The cards showed the style of the clot