Modo Mobi Ltd Novels & Stories

The bright glare from the sun reflected off the windshield, so I couldn’t see who was driving, but I didn’t care. Whoever it was, I was just grateful they were here. The car’s shape became clearer as it neared my smile faltered. That car looked familiar. My brows furrowed, confusion replacing my relief. “No,” I whispered, my heart giving a small jump. “It can’t be…” The front design, the tinted windows, the low hum of the hybrid engine… I knew that sound anywhere. The Mobilon. Ryan’s Mobilon. I blinked hard, trying to convince myself I was wrong. Anyone could own one, right? They were expensive, but not one-of-a-kind.

He still hopes for them to live a life full of happiness and fun all year round but unfortunately, his boss has a bad temperament sometimes which causes their misunderstanding always. What can he do? He thinks of ways to help his boss express himself to the latter but he ends up didn't know what to do anymore. His boss is overbearing and arrogant with the miss always. Feeling hopeless and helpless Tony lowered his head and just follow his boss in his black Maybach. He was seated in the passenger's seat while Xavier was in the back. Cold and arrogant is the temperament that an Acceturo possesses.

*Words and Meaning* Proprio come la tua dannata madre. - Just like your damn mother. ~~~~~ The air in Sicily is fresh and calming. I instantly knew why people will love living here. The whole place is just bright and so full of life. The perfect place to head an illegal organization without getting caught. Dangelo's father had a car waiting for us at the airport. I was nice of him but I am pretty sure we would've done just fine in a regular car rather than a limo.

“As you all know, Dominic Moore has hosted this event for nearly ten years, and the funds raised have helped propel Mr. Moore’s Children Matters Foundation.” I scoffed at the commentator’s words. Of course, Dominic would have a children’s foundation! That man had everything. “We have raised a record-breaking amount this year, which will go into helping kids and their families struggling with mental illness by providing them with access to treatments, facilities and housing in case they need to make long trips and stay overnight. Our next and last most exciting bid of the evening is one day on Dominic Moore’s yacht, accompanied by Mr. Moore himself,” the auctioneer said through the microphone

She had never before needed to enter a secret number to unlock the mobile, she closed it and restarted it, but the same problem appeared to her, she was still asked for the password to unlock the mobile! Kiara took a deep annoyed breath and picked up the office phone and called the real estate company she works for to take the password from them to open the work mobile they gave her when she started working for them, they must have been for security reasons, they added this password to all employees' mobiles... Kiara spoke to the other person on the line... "Hoooo... yeah I want to talk to Jacob Sullivan.... Not in his office! Well is Robert Collins in his office?! There is no one in the off

"Mr Cunningham...sir?" "Excuse me, sir!!" "A word will you?" "Austin, he calling you..." Merrigold pulled at his hand pulling him back. "Yes?" Austin flashed a smile at the receptionist of the lodge he had been residing in for the past three days. It had three compartments, not anything prodigious. Having only seven employees. It was very private and extravagantly costly. It mainly catered for visitors from the west, willing to spend their dollars on accommodation in a foreign land. Luckily there was never a shortage of Americans and wealthy Europeans passing by the small town of Malborough as it was near the ports of Liverpool.

"I just got a call from the head office. There’s been a massive shift in our equity over the last hour. Someone just executed a hostile takeover of our majority shares." I blink, my brain struggling to process the speed of that. "Who? Who has that kind of liquidity on such short notice?" "Tobias Moore." I feel like the floor has just vanished beneath my feet. "Tobias Moore? The film producer? Marcus, that’s ridiculous. Why would a man who spends his life on movie sets buy a Fintech company in the middle of a Thursday?"

"You're telling me a company SUV is more important than a human life?" "That's not just any company!" the man barked. "That belongs to Murho Hotels—the largest and most powerful chain in the Bahamas. I can't let anyone steal from me for any reason!" "Look here, sir—" "Gibson. Gibson Moss," the man said smugly. "I'm the owner of Murho." "Well then, Mr. Moss," Daniel hissed, "if you don't want to get sued for not having emergency transport available for injured guests—"

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

Avri clicked on the blue-colored mob link. A mob boss by the name of Ramirez appeared on the screen, and she read the report. Ramirez was noted for making deals with criminals on the run who wanted or needed to make a lot of money in a short amount of time. Using force and blackmail to get investors' money in real estate was one of his specialties.