Kyle Morgan Book Novels & Stories

Morgan, still standing, his expression unfazed and aloof, hinting at no emotion, bowed slightly, “Good morning, Mr Kim.” The old man nodded, his gaze still fixed on Morgan, he could already tell he wasn't from the country, his features and accent was different. “Why have you come to me? You're not a country man.” Morgan nodded, “I came for medical purposes, will you assist me?” Morgan said, his voice deep, yet neutral. Mr. Kim, frowned slightly, he looked into Morgan's eyes, as if looking for something, shortly after he shook his head, “No. I can't assist you.”

I had learned long ago that the neatest people often had the dirtiest secrets. I sat down and began to search. At first, all I found were harmless things, baby receipts, charity letters, and brand endorsement papers. But tucked inside a leather folder labeled “Private Projects”, I found something that didn’t belong. A document titled “MorganTech Offshore Holdings.” Kyle Morgan. My pulse quickened.

Lyra nodded, the hope shining in her, reckless as ever. Wyn said, “Just so we’re clear: If anyone tries to kill us this time, I’m running. You two can have your romance novel, I’ll be a footnote in someone else’s.” Morgan rolled her eyes so hard it rocked her back a hair on the crate. “Romance novels wish they were this interesting. Or that the protagonists got to eat so much cheese.”

Sean smiled politely as he slid a book across the table. Mr. Kyle merely glanced at it. He immediately understood that something was hidden inside. Without opening it, he handed the book to one of his bodyguards and said calmly, "Since Mr. Mercer is so determined to acquire Lancaster Group... I suppose I shouldn't stand in your way." "Thank you, Mr. Kyle." Kyle took another slow puff of his cigar. "I've only recently arrived in Kingsland, so I'm not very familiar with the area. But I heard you own the Black Forest Club. I'd like to pay it a visit."