Mr Chino Novels & Stories

Tristan yelled, Josh and Tristan’s hands colliding in a flash of plastered joy. The second point was given to them once again, forcing Jam to take a break to speak with his teammates. “Mr. President, not bad,” Tristan clicked his tongue. Josh rolled his eyes and replied with a cold tone, “Yes, you too.” Suddenly, the door burst open. A man in a tight black shirt with a muscular body and a buzz cut entered—it was River. Behind him was his stepfather, wearing a mask of disappointment and dissatisfaction, dressed in a suit that looked terrifyingly professional.

this time its me who chuckles. Mila is a stubborn women who specks her mind with no filter, when Cam first meet her he was a little intimidated by how open and free spirited she was but now its what he loves the most. Pulling up to the construction sight we meet with Christopher and Jillian. I give the blue prints and floor plans one final look over and we picked out the flooring, paint and backsplashes then sign off on the final touches and set a date I want it done by. Giving them a end date helps keep them working and the offered bonus that I promised if they got it done faster help light a fire under their asses.

Keisha listened without interrupting and still kept her silence when Rodrigo finished speaking. "Oh, is this the part where I convince you that we're the good guys?" She asked sarcastically, making Rodrigo scoff on the other line. "If you need convincing, Rod, then I implore you to think of your monthly bills and all the other responsibilities that come with this thing called life. You need more convincing? Think of the kids that lost their home because some rich, selfish guy saw the space as a good business investment."

"State your metric." Chloe blinked her long eyelashes with an expression of pure, harmless innocence. "Remove your sunglasses." The Grand Panda Jin Chen went entirely blank for a microsecond. Recovering his footing, he offered a low, mocking chuckle to mask his confusion. "It turns out Miss Bishop is actually a dedicated devotee of my personal brand. Although my eyes have recently sustained a minor tactical injury, it falls completely short of altering the supreme perfection of my handsome face. For a tiny, small-minded request from a fan... I suppose I can lower myself to satisfy your curiosity."

Waiters weaved past the rich business moguls, silver trays balanced on the tips of ther fingers. "It's aways the same people," he said. "That's why I called it boring. Look," he said and pointed. "As usual we have Sergio Ramirez, the only Latino who comes for stuff like this, Raphael, crazy tech guy, Chad Gates, undergarment industry enthusiast, and..." he paused and his eyes widened at the sight of a large white man in a crisp tuxedo and a glistening bald head and a tiny mustache. "Oh my God, it's Gene Johnson!" he squealed in surprise. "Another business guru?" Christine inquired.

mum said. “Why don’t you try hooking Joyce up instead?” I asked her. “She’s going on a date with Moretti on Sunday.” “Moretti as in Frank Moretti that lives a few blocks down?” “Yes, he’s a nice man,” she answered. “He’s thirty-five, he still lives his parents, he’s unemployed and has a criminal record, mum. How does that even sound nice?” “Mrs Moretti said he’s working on himself, he’s becoming a better man.”

Giggling awkwardly, Stephanie glanced at the elderly man at the head of the table and gave a quick shake of her head. “Not at all, sir. Although I rarely receive such invitations, strangely enough, I’m not surprised today.” “Oh? Is that so?” the chairman replied, leaning back in his oversized leather swivel chair. His face, dignified yet marked with age, creased into a thoughtful frown. “Yes, sir,” Stephanie said with a polite nod, trying to steady her voice. The chairman, Mr. Gary Robert, was an Italian man who had spent most of his life in the United States. He was well-respected in business circles, known for his sharp mind, calm demeanor, and sense of fairness. But when necessary, he cou

Marcus held the phone to his ear, trying to maintain composure despite the bile rising in his throat. Jenna and Gino watched him closely, gauging his reaction as the call came through from Chairman Hidalgo. "Chairman Anderson, since you're back, let me give you a warm welcome. How about a drink?" Chairman Hidalgo offered in a tone that was too casual for Marcus's liking. Marcus inhaled deeply. "No need for that, Chairman Hidalgo. My family is in a bit of a mess right now, so I'm not particularly in the mood for drinks," he replied, keeping his voice calm and even.

“Am I? I’m not as good as the mayor, apparently. You had disguised yourself well. You sent these useless people to threaten me and you hid behind them to control the situation. Indeed, very admirable. I’m fortunate to have the chance to meet the infamous Mr. Nick…” “It is an honor to meet Mr. Chi as well. I must ask; how was Mr. Chi able to recognize me?” Gu Mocheng smiled lightly. “Mainly, your two lackeys were too careless and simple-minded. I don’t believe that a two hundred million stock could be handled by such incompetent people. There had to be someone intelligent giving them instructions from the shadows. I didn’t expect it to be Mr. Nick. As for how I was able to recognize you… Well

Chapter 17: CEO got sick I changed into my jogging clothes and opened my door. As I opened the door, I saw Mr Brent sitting in front of my door. He was asleep. I tried to wake him up by calling his name but he didn't respond. He was murmuring something. I got close to him to listen to what he was trying to say. He was actually calling my name, "Linda, Don't leave me again. I'm sorry for all I did. I will never do it again. "