Novel & Cerita Mr Beast

I muttered under my breath. At least let me finish the briefing. How he made billions while rejecting every partnership in existence was a mystery I wasn't paid enough to solve. Another mystery was his strictness with the 6pm rule. It made me wonder if the rumors about the janitor who went missing after returning a minute late were actually true. It was a story literally everyone in Varlor Group knew by heart. I made my way to the private kitchen. There were staff for this, obviously. But no—Mr. Control Issues had decided I was the only one who "didn't make it taste like burnt dirt.”

"I know... and I've heard so much about him. Drestech.Co's CEO, Nicholas Drey, that I'm not sure what is or isn't true." "I think I might have seen him once when our worlds crossed at some exclusive event. He doesn’t appear on cameras. So, I doubt there are recent pictures of him, if there are at all. I might have the memory of a goldfish but I remember him being cold though. Devastatingly, wickedly, handsomely cold." She winked. "Ew.. that's my new boss we're talking about. Get your mind out of the gutter. " I scrunched up my nose in distaste. It was no news that Thea was active and very open about her midnight endeavours.

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

Signing deeply he continued smoking. Everything about him screamed 'Royalty!'. This man is none other than Zeeshant Mehra, the CEO of Mehra Corporation and the new business tycoon. In the business world, he is known as an intimidator and a cold person. A single glare from him can make someone regret their whole existence. His own employees are afraid to face him. Work your ass off if you don't want to get in his bad books.

He tells me "Really? That's awesome" I say grinning "But please don't come in dressed like that anymore" Henry says "Hey I come to feed you adult child cause he skipped breakfast like a dummy. I can't help that I got stuck in this meeting" I snap back "Alright alright I get it down tiger" he says chuckling "Well this adult child says this meeting is over" Austin says glaring at me "Alright see you next time Mrs..." a man says "Its Ms. Petrova" I tell him

maestro asked “Speak this minute! His furious tone now suggested that Zeke chose his next few words very carefully “well they say you have begun soft. They believe you have become complacent. And I don’t totally disagree with them. You have not shown up to work for a while now . you phone had not been going through. You didn’t even know till now that habeeb was gone. Frankly, if you ask me , I think it’s all because of that lawyer bitch you been with these days “well good thing no one asked you then” Maestro interjected “ zeke, I may have given you interim control of this place while I was away but for your own good and safety, make sure you don’t forget your place and watch your tone whe

Jace laughed, a sharp, disbelieving sound, while the others stared at me like I was some rare artifact on display. Suddenly, it clicked. I finally realized why Mr. Blake looked so familiar. He was a titan of industry, a primary shareholder of Briarwood Academy, and one of the wealthiest—if not the wealthiest—men in the United States, even Alice's father cannot stand. There were even rumors at school that he was planning a run for the president of the United States.

JULIAN I stormed into my penthouse, slamming the door so hard the walls shook. The board meeting replayed in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. “Fuck!” I roared, throwing my briefcase across the room. It crashed against the wall, papers scattering everywhere. She was getting stronger. And it was pissing me off more than I wanted to admit. I poured myself a large whiskey and stood by the window, staring at the London skyline. The city looked the same, but everything felt different. I needed to shift the narrative. I needed something that would remind everyone who truly held power.

“Correction, we do.” Before I could ask what he meant, Misha was already out of the car. He didn’t look back, didn’t explain, just strode across the pavement with that infuriating, magnetic confidence of his. Sadie stared after him. “Does he ever just… walk like a normal person?” “Nope,” James said cheerfully, jumping out after him. “That’s my favorite breakfast spot. Best in the city. Also free, because Misha owns it.” Sadie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oh, for the love of God. I keep forgetting your husband is a whole-ass billionaire playing Batman.”

Damon Blackwell. I swallowed hard as I followed him through endless halls and up another elevator. My heart beat like a drum against my ribs. Everyone knew Damon. America’s most ruthless CEO. Smart, cold, untouchable. Men envied him, women dreamed of him, but he was always out of reach. When I entered his office, the first thing I noticed was how big it was. Floor-to-ceiling windows, a desk the size of my whole apartment, and bookshelves lined with leather-bound files. But none of that mattered because sitting behind the desk was him.