Mr Chino Novels & Stories

Vino breaks eye contact as he turns to whisper something to his companion and the latter blush badly. “What makes you...........” Vino couldn't complete the sentence because he was called up to the stage. Leaving her with Camille his date for tonight. “Wow!!. Mr. Vino Thompson, You've done a really good job I must say, I love the mural the more.What makes you choose that theme.” Mr. Ernesto Cruz said to him. He was a spanish business tycoon and the owner of the art center in New York. Skylar tunes out on them as she turns to she's turned to listen to what Camille was asking her.

“I’ve got the company card, honey. The sky is the limit." A man in a sharp gray suit walked up to the booth to stand directly in front of Mark gaining his attention. "Mr. Montgomery?" the man asked, raising his voice to be heard over the bass. Mark looked up, annoyed. "Who are you? I’m busy." "My name is Mr. Chen," the man said. "I have some information regarding your current... situation. I think we should have a conversation." "I don't do business in clubs," Mark snapped, waving him away. "Go away. Talk to my secretary tomorrow."

His voice was stern, cutting through the air with an accusing tone. Confusion clouded my mind. "Who are you talking about?" I asked, hoping to clarify the situation, but he seemed to ignore my question. "You might be in the wrong room, sir," I said calmly, trying to maintain composure despite the tension in the air. "Harvey Knight, Aria is my daughter. I am Rocco Marino," he declared, his words hitting me like a thunderbolt. Rocco Marino—the notorious mafia boss and one of the wealthiest CEOs in the business world. His nickname, "The Rock," resonated with fear and respect in the underworld.

“Well, I was just telling Mr. Romano here about how much I admire what he does.” “What he does?” Charlene looks at me like I’ve gone mad. “You don’t know who he is?” She scoffs at me. “Some friend you are,” bitch, “Mr. Romano is the CEO of New Orientals. Please tell me you know what I’m talking about.” I nod, a tight smile on my face. “Of course.” “I’ve been to a few of the same conferences you have attended over the past three years.” Her attention is fully back on him. “As I’ve told you before, Mr. Romano, you are such an inspiration.”

“Mr Damon, ah it's good to see you this morning. I'm glad you're here.” “What’s the matter now? You never come to welcome me by yourself unless there's an issue.” I replied, bored. He chuckled a little, scratching the back of his head while hurrying to match my pace. “We might be having a little issue with the records. The financial records, and we cannot meet with any new investors until we sort this out. I hear you're supposed to have a meeting later today. Can it be—” “Postponed?” I demanded, cutting him off. “No, it cannot. Figure something out. You're the CFO for a reason, or is there a need to consider someone else?”

Rielle I had stepped out to grab Zayden’s usual black coffee with no sugar, just a splash of oat milk the way he’d started drinking it because of me—when I returned sooner than expected. The hallway was quiet, but as I approached his office door, raised voices leaked through the glass. I paused, hand on the handle. The door was already cracked open a few inches. I nudged it just enough to see inside without being noticed, then froze. Zayden was on his feet, back rigid, palms slammed flat on his desk. Across from him stood an older man…tall, silver-haired, impeccably suited. The resemblance was unmistakable: same sharp jaw, same storm-gray eyes. Father and son, no question.

I sob into his shirt He buzzes his PA and she comes walking in. "Yes sir?" She asks "Can you call my fiance Jace and tell him to come here asap?" He asks "Certainly. And Ms. Petrova for what it's worth i'm sorry for being so rude earlier" She says and walks away.

Allena Jasmin took a deep breath, clutching the resignation letter between her fingers. Quitting was never easy. And she knew her boss wouldn’t take it well. There would be questions. Demands. And annoyance and irritation, too. Actually, it probably wouldn’t even register since irritation was classified as an emotion and Justin De Nero was a robot. A self-made billionaire who retired from his former work at the CJ Johnson Software company and made a name for himself.

"And that knucklehead over there is Major, head of security and Boss's guard." "You work beside him?" "Not beside him per se, that would suggest that I am one of his oldest friends, I work more for him." "Oldest friends?" Rosalie chortled as she leaned forward onto the counter. "I don't think he is capable of having friends." "Oh, no. They are more like his childhood companies that became brothers. His second-in-command; Vincenzo Moretti, the one with the green eyes. Lorenzo Balducci, the man who ensures everything is in order for the boss. Marcelo Vitali, the chief of staff. And Romeo Alleva, the one in charge of recruits training. These five guys have been together since they were born. Al

He typed a few words and a couple of information popped up. “Wait… That face looks somewhat familiar.” “Yeah. David Rivers. One of our major investors. I don’t think you’ve been introduced before but he was there during our MOD launch.” Nothing rang a bell as I vaguely remembered his face. Was that the conference Charlie was talking about? If it was, he’d recognised me since then and only reached out now? F*ck him. “Doesn’t even matter. I never needed him for anything and I never will. I don’t want to ever talk to him, ever!”