Mr Chino Novels & Stories

He was outraged at the failure of his men. “Honey… calm down.” And she caressed her shoulder. “Boss, we asked around, but no one knew that person. Even at the casino, we didn't get any information, their mouths are too tight there.” “How about the Chinese man! Mr. Ching, you find him? I'm sure he knows that person!” Jeff is desperate to track down the mafia boss because he needs a large amount of money for his ambition. Boss, the Chinese, is no longer at the hotel where he checked in. He is about to fly back to his country—”

Chapter 8: Awkwardness At Its Finest First Period, Mr. Hizen's Class, Ridgemont High School, Felton Dr., Fallon Creek, Michigan.... All eyes appeared to be on both Rick Channon and Casey Peterson as they both entered the class room one after the other much to the surprise of their resident English teacher Mr. Richard Hizen. He was an average looking man given to warm colored sweaters and long sleeve button down shirts with khaki pants and shiny dress shoes. He had something of a mustache that he seemed to take pride in managing and neat dark brown hair that matched his equally dark brown eyes. He was slightly on the pale size and gave Casey the impression of being closer in appearance to Ber

Rebecca said trying to persuade him. "Even I agree sir, A worker like Chef Grots is by far our best chef and experienced man, if we fire him we loose him to a better company or worse him starting his own restaurant". Jake said trying to pacify him too, he thought about it more after hearing jakes opinion,

I puckered my lips and ran my tongue over it. "This night will be fun. I can feel it." I put a smug face before glancing on my appearance at the mirror and heading for the door. I quickly glanced at Chino who is now leaning his back on the wall just outside of the room. His silence is questionable all throughout our travel unlike earlier where he practically froths and wriggles at the very sight of Maverick. Speaking of that man, will he bid for me again?

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I trust you are well?" One of the Chinese executives, Mr. Li, responded in English. "Good morning, Mr. Sinclair. We are well, thank you. We appreciate you taking the time to discuss our upcoming project." Mace maintained his professional demeanor. "Of course, Mr. Li. I understand that this project holds great significance for both our companies. I believe our collaboration can lead to mutual success." The meeting continued with discussions about project timelines, milestones, and budget allocations. Mace led the conversation, displaying his deep knowledge of the industry and the project's intricacies. Victor, ever attentive, provided documents and informa

Rani said laughing. “Oh, then you all must have witnessed some smoke coming from his ears too right.” I said high fiving her. We didn’t see someone standing in front of my desk until that someone cleared his throat. We both suddenly turned around and saw that Mr.Stone is standing there fuming at me. We both immediately stood up gulping and looking at each other and then at Mr.Stone. Then we heard Maam coming out of her cabin and stood beside Mr.Stone smiling at us. And the remaining staff just did what they always do like sitting silent and there is that stupid pin drop silence.

, 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.

Jeni had already moved to Rio's side earlier. "Mr. Marco is Mr. Cakra's right-hand man," Rio answered in a hushed tone. Nadine wasn't surprised. During her four years as a secretary for her previous boss in Samarinda, he also had a right-hand man and even two bodyguards who always accompanied him wherever he went.

GIOVANNI “It’s quite pleasing to see the turnout for this event, don’t you think, Mr. Enrico?” This came from André Cassini, the host of this event and the head of the Cassini Mafia family. He was a tall, greedy man with thinning gray hair and spoke with a thin voice that grated on my nerves. If he wasn't already my enemy from holding onto a territory I wanted, his voice alone was enough to put him on my wrong side.

He nodded, "He convinced Capone into a game of chess with him. Impress him." A smirk formed over my lips, Scott had taught me how to play chess and Mr. Scott Mancini could beat anyone, even the world champion and I was his student. François De La Fontaine sat across from Vincenzo, a chessboard between them. Vincenzo Capone looked so smug and had a faint confident smirk on his face as he made his next move. He had François in a tight spot, and suddenly the urge to wipe off that annoying over-confident smirk off his face crept up.