Miguel Ramirez Richard Ramirez Mga Nobela at Kwento

When we passed the immigration, a handsome young man came toward us with a welcoming smile. "Hello, Mr. Rauf! Welcome to Miami. I'm Richard Ramirez. I'll be your friendly guide from Ritz Wings Co. LTD. throughout your trip and I'll be assisting you in your every meeting and deal with our company." He greeted and shook my father's hand with a charming smile. "Thank you Mr. Ramirez. And this is my family. My wife, daughter and son." Dad introduced us as we exchange a hello. The man Richard seemed to be in his mid twenties with dirty blonde hair and a handsome face. His physiognomy was like other Americans but his posture was very professional.

The same Don Juan, flattering women. "Thank you. It's a pleasure, Mr. Ryan," he greets her. "Just Robert, my dear." I approach him to hug him. "How are you, Ryan?" I ask while watching my mother talking to Kate. "Trying to convince your mother to stay here for more than a month this time. And you?" "Doing well." "Did you watch the Bears game this week?" "No, I didn't have time." "They won big. Let's go! We were drinking beer before you guys arrived. Your brother must be almost drunk."

“He always donates to churches, and his donations magicslly makes women donate too, yeah they are obsessed.” “Okay, why do you all know so much about this man?” I asked, trying to sound casual. I failed. Badly. “Because he's Miguel Ramirez. Not just any man. Damien Black and Miguel Ramirez are like the most eligible bachelor's, Miguel is more like a sugar daddy. From what I heard? He's in hus late forties.” So I've been fucking myself to the thought of a man old a enough to be my father? Good Lord, save my soul from eternal damnation.

Later that day, in a private high-rise office, Leandro Cruz sipped espresso while reviewing documents with Joaquín Cruz. They were discussing board strategies when Leandro’s assistant stepped in. “Sir. You have an unexpected visitor.” “Name?” Leandro asked without looking up. The assistant hesitated. “Miguel Ricardo.” Leandro raised a brow. “Let him in.” Moments later, Miguel entered—sharp suit, tense jaw, fire in his eyes. Leandro smiled lazily. “Didn’t expect you to come in person.” Miguel didn’t sit. “I’ll make this quick. Stay away from Ximena. Whatever game you’re playing—end it now.”

“… but I think these are the people going after Viktor.” That wasn’t exactly the news anyone wanted. “Well…” Nico slowly drew the word out while continuing to stare at the screen. “This is new.” He folded his arms across his chest. “So…” His eyes shifted toward Elena. “Who is this person?” She shrugged her shoulders casually. “Does the name Ramiro Salazar ring a bell?” I didn’t hesitate. I nodded my head once. “Yeah. I know exactly who that man is.” My jaw tightened. “He’s the head of the Mexican cartel.”

Aguilar: “Miriam, how are you?” I asked, looking at one of the women who stood in front of me, representing her father. “I am honored that you admitted me here. I must admit, after hearing a lot about you, I did not expect you to do so,” she said, watching as I nodded at her to take a seat.

"He's the heir to one of the biggest fortunes in the world." I felt a chill run down my spine. 'An heir? What does this have to do with me?' "His name is Miguel Rodriguez," Mr. Dela Cruz said. "The Rodriguez family is one of the wealthiest in the world. Technology, real estate, investments… they own it all." I nodded again, trying to stay composed, but inside, my mind was racing. 'What does this have to do with Carmen?' "And," Mr. Dela Cruz continued, "Miguel is supposed to be Carmen's fiancé."

What is the fucking meaning of this? Hanz Xiro Ramirez. Ramirez, huh? I can see Mister Ramirez on him. They are so the same in looks. Who is this? I searched Hanz Xiro Ramirez and found out that he really is also the known Ramirez. He is the twin brother of Mister Ramirez who is my boss. What the hell? Why is he here also a part of the suspects?

“You know, I’ve had enough out of both of you.” Juri and Kaz laughed. My eyes snapped to someone coming towards us. I reached out, putting my hand on Ria’s lower back. She moved closer to me without breaking her conversation with my two sister-in-laws. Miguel Ramirez was coming over to us, his wife following just behind him. He smiled as he reached us, his hand going out to shake Juri’s hand. “Juri Baranov! It’s good to see you again. It’s been a while.”

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