Novel & Cerita Margo Hanson

In the process, I was going to fuck her out of my system and forget she ever existed. I took out my phone from my pocket and dialed a number. I hated the man I was about to call but I needed a favor which was rare for me. “Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said. “Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “ “Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “ “Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

He's just saying words as he always has. "You'll get over it," I say solemnly as I walk faster. However, I don't get far before he catches up with me. We are about to get into his car when Margo ambushes us. She's a journalist, an amateur one, and runs a popular news blog. Today, she's wearing a short pink skirt and a jacket. With a smile, she lowers her head to Kian. "Good morning, cousin," she greets him. "Morning, Margo,"

And territory claimed, their temporary kingdom safe, she snapped open her laptop. “What is it with you and missing girls these days?” Margo took a sip. “Jesus,” she then said, though she wasn’t sure whether it was about her obsession with the lost and forgotten or that first acrid punch of lab-born cinnamon and pumpkin. “It’s odd, isn’t it?” she said. “I mean, that’s not a usual thing, you know, right?”

WINNIE “My doctor’s appointment is scheduled for Friday,” Margo tells me on the other end of the line. It’s halfway through Monday, and I’m busy putting together a vision board for some of the rooms in her Hamptons house that still need to be decorated. “I can’t wait to hear all about it,” I respond, shaking my head and deciding against one of the paint colors I initially liked for one of the guest rooms. “I’m so nervous but also so excited. I didn’t know I could be both, but overall, I’m just ready to have a professional confirm it for me and not a stick I peed on.”

Margo straightened then stepped back as if that was the only she could stop herself from committing murder, my murder to be exact. "I will not tolerate this... I don't know what you are up to but I will not let you sabotage me" "Sabotage you?" I chuckled, scoffing a little as I got to my feet and stepped around my desk until I was standing in front of her. "I don't need to do anything Margo, you have already done a good job of sabotaging yourself, isn't that why your company is going to under? I looked through the last investment you made, Margo, and I have to say I am disappointed at your lack of noticing what a hoax it was"

she says, eyeing me over the rim of her teacup with a mischievous glint, “tell me again how you ended up joining a secret society run by Abigail Winchester, who, by the way, could stop traffic just by walking into a room?” I grin, already sensing where this is headed. “She’s not my type.” “Right,” Margo says, drawing the word out, “but then there's also Dr. Madison Petrosky, the human embodiment of a cardiac arrest—who just so happens to cause and treat them.” I chuckle, leaning back against the cushions and draping my arm across the back of the sofa. “This sounds like an interrogation.” “Oh, it’s not,” she says with faux innocence. “Just a woman trying to understand her fiancé’s motivations

Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal. A woman in a black suit approached me. Older, confident, the kind of person who'd seen everything twice and wasn't impressed anymore. "First time?" she asked. "That obvious?" "You have that look." She gestured toward the back. "I'm Madam Fantasy. I run this establishment. What can we do for you?" "I have a Private booth. And I was recommended someone named Jailbird." She lifted an eyebrow, not surprised but definitely more attentive now. “Jailbird is one of our most requested performers. I hope you understand she doesn't come cheap.”

Everyone cheered and clapped, Irina smiled brightly with a hint of pride in her gaze. "Next up, is the couples' vote of thanks." - the Mc clapped, smiling as he passed the microphone over to Irina. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honor and as well a pleasure to be here with you today....... celebrating my two years anniversary with the man i love..... Jason Smith." - Her dress shimmered under the light, her waist lengthed red hair falling down her shoulders like waves.

I said as Hunter pulled into his car parking spot. "Grace." His voice came through tight, worried. "Turn on the news. Any channel." My stomach dropped. "We already know, Max. Margo's arrest. It was only a matter of time." Hunter pulled out his phone anyway and pulled up the news app on his phone. "Show me," I said to Hunter. He turned the screen toward me. The headline blared across the news site: MARGO WILSON ARRESTED IN ILLEGAL SURROGACY SCANDAL