Mr Chino Novels & Stories

I said and copied the phone number from Maya’s phone and left with Silver. ********** A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of Mason’s house. My number one hacker and tracker. He was the best. We both went in and saw him with a girl who stood up from his lap and excused herself to give us some privacy. “Are you sure this guy knows his work?” Silver whispered into my ear doubtfully. “One hundred percent,” I mumbled, and he nodded. “Good morning, Mr. Taylor. It’s an honor to have you in my house,” Mason greeted and dramatically bowed to me, making me roll my eyes and chuckle before he greeted Silver.

Aayush. Chris Chen and Ho Tai Yuan are both 22, and Aayush is 23. While I was absorbed with their pictures, the Colonel made a quick introduction that caught me off guard. “Gentlemen, Dr. Anthony Jin, the legendary Supernatural Professor. The man who we all hope can help to find the boys.” There was a round of lame applause, which gave me insight into how seriously they took me. I nodded and cleared my throat before speaking. “Thank you, Colonel. I am no Supernatural Professor, just a humble servant at your service.”

, he said, still smiling, and I swear to God, I could spend all day looking at him smile. “ Okay. But know that you're free to come join us whenever you feel the need to”. “ I'll keep that in mind”. “ See you around then”, he said to us and moved on to startle another individual with the gap in his teeth. “ Why the hell would you introduce me as the CEO of T.K group?” Hunter asked me as soon as Mr Pakistan left. “ Aren't you the CEO anymore?” “ Not yet you dumba……….”. “ Mr Mcman, how do you do?” an old fellow, Mr Clinton asked, cutting Hunter off and approaching us with a glass of wine in his hand.

He was my crush after all. The door opened, and a man walked in. He was younger than Mr. Park, maybe in his thirties. He was dressed in a black turtleneck and carried an air of bored, expensive entitlement. "Is this the one?" the man asked, his voice flat. This was Mr. Choi, a "friend" Ryker had mentioned. “Yes,” Ryker said, with a smile. "Vito, say hello to Mr. Choi." "H-hello," I stammered, clutching my hands in front of my stomach.

I'm gonna get revenge! I watched him eat his foods quietly. He is bad and evil when it comes to me. He is really unfair. When Mr. Chua arrived, Farris shook his hand and greeted him. But I just continue eating never minding Mr. Chua's arrival. "Millijay," Farris called me so immediately stood up and smiled at Mr. Chua. Mr. Chua is an old man with his white hair. "It's nice to see the both of you here," Mr. Chua said. I secretly rolled my eyes and continue to eat while Farris is talking with the old man. But a bright idea came into my mind.

I clapped along with the crowd, although my hands burned due to the way they were tightened. However, Mr. Romano's speech changed, falling into something deeper. Something careful. “And none of this would have been possible without a man who has stood by my side for decades. Marcus Chen.” The name sent a hush through the ballroom. “Marcus is our most trusted business partner. The one who makes things… simple. Clean. When others hesitate, Marcus delivers. When problems arise, Marcus removes them. Quietly.” A murmur spread across the audience. The whole room understood what that implied. Not a single person dared to utter it aloud.

He was the most impatient one among all of them. The eldest man, who happened to be holding a gun, frowned. He was the boss that the guy with the red bandana was talking to. His name was Gunnar, and he was very muscular compared to his lower comrades. Gunnar replied to him, “Be patient, Shark. If that man doesn't show up in the next 15 minutes, I'll make sure that this young lady suffers beyond anyone's imagination. One way or the other, it's going to be fun for us”.

Sophia giggled, reaching to wrap her arms around Henry. She did not think it would have been so easy to spin this tale and she had thought somehow he wasn’t going to believe a word she had said. Henry was ever so gullible and when his mother had approached her to leave him, offering such huge amount of money, she had not hesitated neither had she looked back. She had tried to invest the money in some beauty scheme and it had crashed leaving her penniless which is why she was back. Why have the milk when you could get the whole cow?

She was Ben's almost twin sister. “Montana,” she said, too brightly. “You’ve lost weight.” “I’ve been grieving your brother,” I replied. She didn’t flinch. “He’s been buried now. Time moves forward, and you should too.” Behind her came her husband, Marco. He didn’t speak. He never did. Just stood with his arms folded, as if he were waiting for someone to be dragged out. Then the patriarch himself. Vittorio Rossi. Slower now, but still looming. In a navy suit and the same diamond pin he wore at our wedding. He didn’t offer condolences. Didn’t even pretend.