Mr Argont Novels & Stories

ASTRID It’s after dark by the time I return to the packhouse that night. I stayed late working with the IT unit and Quinn was kind enough to give me a ride back here afterward. I was so busy all afternoon that I didn’t have much time to think about Brock or how dismissive he was on the practice field this morning, but it returns to the forefront of my mind as I make my way up the front walk and twist the knob on the front door to let myself in.

he said, feeling angry. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't know why he's not here yet," Helen replied. "Can't you call him and ask why he's not here yet?" he asked, frustrated. "What?! Do you want me to get fired? Just be patient, he'll be here soon," Helen snapped. Just as Mr. Edward was about to say something, "George Henry" walked in with his four burly bodyguards. He didn't even spare them a glance. After another 30 minutes of waiting, he was finally ushered in and introduced himself.

At another wing, they were led to Argan's office. Argan was seated in a high-backed chair, a woman massaging his shoulders. His eyes flicked to Marco and Gino, narrowing with suspicion. Waving the woman away, he leaned forward, folding his arms on the desk. "Have a seat," he said coolly. Marco sat, his movements deliberate. Argan’s gaze was sharp, assessing. "So," Argan began, "why have you come to see me?" Instead of answering, Marco gestured to Gino, who placed one of the gym bags on the table.

“Of course, I'm going through a lot. Everyone is a thorn in my side. I try to pull them out, but I can’t. They’re too deep. That’s why I came here—to forget. Just for a moment.” “What happened?” he asked, his voice gentle, almost coaxing. I turned to him, my vision slightly blurred. “Who are you?” “Ares Argento,” he replied smoothly. The name meant nothing to me. “Doesn’t ring a bell,” I said, pouring myself another glass. He laughed, the sound low and almost condescending. “You're the only one in this realm that doesn't know me. But that's fine. That makes it a lot more interesting which makes it better.”

“Hehe, you think too highly of yourself. I merely see you as my stepping stone. If it weren't for your strength, I would've ignored you.” Argent was unhappy with the man’s attitude—he was too arrogant. Even though they were going to cooperate, he refused to reveal his name. Even though Argent was annoyed with this insincere guy, he had no choice but to turn a blind eye to his arrogance. “Forget it. I’ll just make use of him to get rid of Philip.” Argent returned to his room in annoyance and started to treat his right hand. He once obtained a secret technique that could quickly restore him to normal. Argent scowled at the sight of his empty right sleeve.

He shook his head at me. I was about to understand what he was saying when I heard Argo's name called to speak on stage. "Come with me," he whispered again. He grabbed my arm again, leading me to the side of the function hall. My heart skipped a beat as I watched Argo standing handsomely on the stage. He's probably the most gorgeous and hot guy in this room. Everyone turned their heads when he started his speech. "This is a disaster." Paul whispered while watching Argo on the stage.

"Thirty years ago? That was before I was born. Before Arthur even knew my mother." "I know. That is what makes it strange." A pause. I heard the click of keys in the background. "The shell company is called Argos Holdings. It was dissolved twenty-five years ago, but before it was dissolved, it made a single payment. A large payment. To a woman named Margot Vane." "Who is Margot Vane?"

In a towering building, the words Argantara Group is displayed in front of it. A company managed by a young entrepreneur who is known to be strict and cold, a property company that is at the peak of its glory. The man in the gray suit got out of the car, his face was very handsome with a sharp nose and white skin. Not forgetting the sunglasses that are always seen perched on the bridge of his nose, the man walks with dignity past his employees. No one can resist the good looks and charisma of Arion Dirgantara, the owner of the Argantara Group company which is a branch of Jonathan's father's company.

Argo said, walking back into the room and sitting down on his bed. "Is it really so bad if Mila and Eli go on a date? He’s not so,-" "Don’t fucking tell me he’s not so bad. You know what a condescending ass he is. People call me arrogant, but I at least come out with it. He thinks he’s the Goddess gift on fucking earth, the perfect future Alpha that can do no fucking wrong. He’s a fucking know-it-all, while in reality he doesn’t know shit." Argo said, unable to sit down anymore out of anger, he began pacing the room.

He needed stability, and for some reason, Arga was the only thing standing between him and total mental collapse. "Tomorrow," Arga said, his voice echoing in the narrow space, "you have a meeting with Mr. Broto. He is a man who deals in blood, not ink. He does not care about your charming personality or your fancy slides. He cares about leverage." "I am not going," Anji gasped, clutching the railing. "I cannot do this tomorrow. I need..."