Novel & Cerita Hello Mr King

he inquires facing me kings and he smiles. “My retirement mode has been activated from the moment that I welcomed you to a new dispensation, so I should be asking you that question” Mr kings makes himself very clear. “Wow!” Brian exclaims “Do you like her suggestion?” Mr kings inquires “Yes sir” Brian answers nodding eagerly. “Then it is settled…..you guys can go ahead to attend your press conference” Mr kings dismisses “One more thing Dad…..” Brian opens the floor for his request and I listen eagerly.

I jumped in to introduce myself. “Mr. King It is an honor to meet you.” I threw my hand in for a shack and acted like I have known his story my entire life. “Thank you dear. What your name?” Ron King asked me. “Princi Jona, sir. I am one of the high managers of DC.” I answered. “Please call me Ron.” he offered. “It’s a beautiful house Ron.” I made a compliment. “Thank you. My wife made me promise that I would take good care of this house when she passed away.” he said it not with a sad face but with a smile.

"I just want to inform you that Mr. King would like to get an interview with you today at 2 pm sharp. Are you available, Ms. Parker?" Kelsey stood motionless on her spot. She was completely astonished to hear the news. She didn't even expect that King Corporations would actually call her in. She wasn't even qualified for the position and she had no past experience of being an assistant. It must have been a miracle that she was offered an interview.

“The Unexpected Apology” POV Samatha We wake up the next morning to a loud knock at the door. Kyle barks, "Fuck off! I’m sleeping!" “I’m a royal messenger with a message from the king,” he says clearly through the cottage door. Kyle says, “Oh shit, I wonder what the king wants.” He gets up and answers the door. Kyle comes back with a royal envelope with a fancy seal on it. He opens it and looks surprised. “ The king wants to meet me for breakfast. I’m not sure why. I’ll get the guard to bring you breakfast, and monitor our cottage,” he says. He gets dressed quickly, and leaves.

'This is not happening. "Gabriel!" I called helplessly before looking at Mr. King again. At this point, I know that I don't have any choice left. "It's checkmate, Maze." Mr. King said as he ended the call and I looked at him with much hatred. "What the fuck do you want from me?" I said as my voice cracked. "Why don't you just let me be happy?!" I said with great conviction and I felt my throat hurt with the way I shouted at him.

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

The same person who’d been threatening me for years now, over something I never even did. “Why did you do that?” Mr. King said. “Do what, sir?” I said. “Why did you decline the call? Is that the person you gave my box to?” “Spare the boy. I’m sure he knows nothing about this,” Mrs. King said. “Shut your damn mouth, woman,” he snapped. “I’m fighting for all of us, and you’re here feeding me trash. You think you’ll get to keep enjoying this luxury if that box gets exposed to the world? Neither you nor your son will be spared.”

I flipped straight to the last page. With a swift, elegant flourish of the wrist, I signed the document. I tossed the pen onto the papers and shoved them into his chest. Gabriel caught the papers against his chest, a smirk of triumph playing on his lips. "Finally. Now, get out of my sight before I have security drag you—" "Wait," a sharp, cultured voice cut through the air. Mr. Harrison, an elderly billionaire and a founding partner of the Pearl Group, stepped forward from the front row.

What winners? “We’ve been keeping track of your ballots and asking all of you who should take home the crown tonight for our newest King and Queen. And with ten minutes until midnight, it’s time!” I look around, curious at who amongst these strangers will be crowned royalty for the remainder of the year. “First up on our list, our King!” The man calls excitedly, reaching down to grab the envelope to read off the name. He looks down, reads the name, and his smile breaks out even wider as if possible. “Our King is…Mr. Sebastian Cain!” He cheers.

"And how would you know that? No one knows the identity of Mr King, he's like a mystery." "That's because I'm Mr King."