Mount Lady Novels & Stories

MR. RHYES MARTIN POINT OF VIEW: Arriving at the mansion at the same time with our lady butler who had just had her Sunday day off. I looked behind while she was getting off from the taxi, she looks sexy. She was in a light blue jeans and red shirt, wore an average height of heels. She looked really gorgeous in her outfit and with her ponytail almost on the top of her head. She wore only a simple earing, no other jewelry.

So, he simply said, “You don’t have to care whether my car is two hundred thousand dollars or one hundred thousand dollars. You’re blocking the entrance of my house now. Move your car away quickly. I want to go out now.” Elaine was on the balcony upstairs and she looked down at Lady Wilson before she sneered and said, “You old hag! You really do not know anything at all. How is this a Ford Mondeo? This is obviously an Aston Martin. You don’t even know what it is but you still have the courage to come out and show off.”

To be frank, ‘woman’ would be an overstatement since she looked more like a young lady who had freshly graduated from university. “Are we there yet?” asked the lady as she opened her eyes slowly. She was focused on the scenery outside the car’s window. “We’re almost in Mayberry City, miss!” replied the chauffeur. “Tell the cars behind us to catch up!” ordered the lady after hearing that. The chauffeur then did as she ordered by relaying the order through a walkie-talkie. Behind the Phantom, around twenty Maybach cars followed closely. Any other cars on the road had to make way for this group of expensive-looking cars.

Halton opened the door for the affluent woman inside the car. Everyone was in awe seeing the beautiful woman step out of the Red Bugatti. She was wearing a formal white shirt along with the knee-length black pencil skirt suitable for an executive meeting. Her seductive red-tinted lips curved into an unreadable smile. Her black shades made her look unapproachable yet classy. Her raven black hair was let loose, dancing side to side with the wind. She looked at the tall building with admiration. The Lion stood prideful as ever in platinum. Royal Steel a multinational company that had set foot in every field.

And when I felt it in my hand, I quickly took it out and then headed straight to the red Mercedes Benz na nakaparada sa dulong bahagi ng garaheng 'yon. "Ma'am Samantha! Baka naman gusto nyo munang tawagan ko si sir Cameron tungkol dito. Alam kong mag-aalala 'yon kapag nalaman nyang lumabas kayo.." habol na saad ng matanda, worry was visible in her voice. Oh as if that would stop me from going out now. Hindi na'ko lumingon sa kanya and just opened the car with the key I have with me then quickly get into the driver's seat.

During the drive, it was silent until mother started her chatter about how Damien seems to be a funny gentleman. "I'm honored that you think of me that way, Mrs. Maine," he replied, whilst holding the car's steering wheel using one hand. I could sense that Damien's been glancing at me at the mirror in secrecy. But it was no use, as I could sense his gaze very easily. Mother laughs softly at his response, like an elegant, noble lady, and says, "Not only are you humble, yet also very kind."

I walk you to your car. We left the premises after paying for the beers. I stopped short, frowning at that machine. The Lamborghini Urus was something that intimidated anyone. Surely her car was one of the reasons men ran away from her; women drive things like BMW convertibles, Mercedes Benz , or some green car, but that hunk of monster made me want to jump into my Rolls Royce and run away.

"I repeat,what's going on here?" "Sir, this lady said we splashed mud on her with the car" Lyon answered pointing his index finger at Romona. Author gaze landed on Romona. He observed her for a while. The aura around her was a strong one. The lady was very beautiful with cute hair that was brushed on her forehead. He was intrigued by her beauty. His eyes went over to her muddy clothes. Romona felt uneasy as a result of his gaze. Why was he looking at her like that?.

I was about to park my car in it's right spot when I saw a young lady who's black hair slides down her back to her waist wearing a silk transparent nightwear and my sleeve shirt on top. "That's your shirt so it must be your wife," Landon pointed at the woman. "I'm not sure, I haven't seen her face yet but where is she running off to at this time of the night?" I asked under my breath. I watched as the Lady stood in the middle of the parking lot in confusion, with the press of a key in her hands, one of my favorite race cars turned on. "No, no! Not that car, I just got it!" She entered the car and drove off at high speed.

It was parked a few meters from the elevators, straight to the floor's support pillar. The dark Lamborghini had the power to minimize everything around it, making it the focus without much effort. The tinted windows, the matte black paint and the wheels accompanying the entire black structure were the perfect closure to declare the power. The woman walked slowly, looking at the car as Evans opened her door. She was wearing plain clothes, light jeans and a spaghetti strap T-shirt. Despite the poorly produced clothing, Lora Lins had an unsurpassed beauty in her. The red strands were loose, framing her face and matching the color of her shirt.