Minh Phan Novels & Stories

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

I had planned to watch the intervention from upstairs. I was still wearing Mariano's shirt, watching as Jace Ivankshov and Mariano conversed in a language that definitely wasn't Italian. Emilio leaned against a wall, looking bored out of his mind. Jace Ivankshov didn't look like a mafioso at all. He was wearing a dark blue collared shirt with a minions pattern on it, light wash jeans, and yellow, yes, yellow, sneakers.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

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his lips softly press on my forehead, and my heart skips. "I know." Apart from Ivan, my dad's crazy ex-girlfriend is still out there, and I know she is pretty mad because I killed her daughter. Crazy people like that never think twice before ending your life. "Let's go to work first, and we will discuss that later. Oh! And you have a meeting at exactly 10, boss." "This is going to be so fun," Vin murmurs and quickly rushes to the closet. I am not surprised when he chooses a flared miniskirt and a white shirt.

That was what Roman said. “I told you about him like an hour ago, why are you bringing this up now?” “Because there's no information about this man whatsoever. No family, friends, or even an article written about someone you claim to be resourceful and influential " “I am resourceful and influential, but there's no article written about me” I point out. He bends and clicks on his computer and then “There's a profile of you here, that is you're An influencer and that you're 5'6, and you're worth 1 million”

David made a face of disbelief. "Her name is Shin. She's a foreign girl that I didn't even recognize beforethen when you told me it was Shireen's house, I kept convincing myself that she really was Shireen. Even though I felt something was different but I continued to convince myself. I couldn't believe it when he said he was Shin, not Shireen. I even thought that she had amnesic and forced her to stay with me. And yesterday, I had thrown him out very cruelly for feeling lied to. Then, once this unexpected thing has happened, who is at fault and who should I blame?"

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

Jun swallowed hard. "Yoon is a big man here; he is the detergent," Min said, his eyes hardening. "As you well know, he is the one who certifies the fake value of the art and stamps the donation receipts." Min released Jun’s hand abruptly, leaving a cold spot on Jun’s skin. Min sat back, adjusting his glasses, thick tortoiseshell frames that transformed him from a predator into a scholar. "We are not here to just have a convo with him," Min said, fixing his cuffs. "We are here to break him. Are you ready to play your part, fiancé?"