Mr Crystal Sing 2 Novels & Stories

~Victor~ I opened the door for Sara like a perfect gentleman and gently led her into the car with a plastered smile on my face. Meanwhile, I was literally bleeding deep inside. I had to accept Sara’s request; I had no other choice. “Have you made the reservation yet?” Sara asked me as we drove out of their mansion. “I am doing that right away,” I answered.

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. "

He had a long standing vendetta with these destructive little bitches, so he was determined to kill them all. Pearl was so upset that all she could do was sit down and cry, while Mister fought his way back to his feet. Once he was back on his feet and he had had enough, he roared a long, loud and very dominant roar, causing most of the sprites to stop in their tracks and take notice. Justin quickly caught on and he and Mister both reared back and let their big roars belt out a few more good times.

I hastily covered my neck and fibbed, "These aren’t hickeys! Th-They’re mosquito bites!" "Rina, I wasn't born yesterday." Misha was smarter than she let on. If she put all her intelligence into her work, she would surely get a promotion sooner rather than later. "But it's the truth," I insisted. "Knock it off already. We’re all adults here. Passionate sex leaves passionate marks," Misha stated matter-of-factly. I smiled sheepishly. Misha then froze as if something had clicked in her mind. "Both of you are spotting hickeys today… Are you the one who slept with Mr. Jethro?!"

He asked, reaching for his discarded shirt. “I… you must have had a lot to drink if you cannot remember everything that happened last night” She giggled, her cheeks staining with a blush. “I remember us talking about my mother and the dancing and the drinking” He groaned. “Here, let me help you” She reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Then we came over here and… we did…” “Do not tell me we had sex” Henry ground out, his eyes flashing. Sophia nodded, smiling at him.

“Oh, to be a descendant from such a family. I won’t even know the meaning of working. If there were a next life, I want to be a Madrigal. Their wealth just keeps expanding, it’s…” As Frank rambled on, I glanced briefly at the TV he was staring at. My eyes quickly scurried back because someone looked awfully familiar. My jaw dropped. It was him. He was standing directly beside an old man, holding huge scissors. The Mister.

The worst part about all this is the incessant waiting. Waiting for nurses, waiting for tests, waiting for lab work, waiting for results, waiting for doctors. After Moby's MRI, the new nurse, Asten, has come on shift. Sweet girl, but if she doesn't stop making googly eyes at Moby, I may have to kick her in the ovaries. Overhearing me talking to Moby about running home to get his things, primarily his glasses so he can see, she tells me I have plenty of time before a doctor will be back in.

Marcus A gentle knock jolts me back from my wondering mind. Cindy pops in with a cup of coffee. “Are you ok Boss?” She asks concern written all over her face. “Yes I am fine, I just got an unexpected visitors is all. Please cancel anything that you can today I will finish up with the Mueller account and zoom call with the Santiago Group”

Krist answered with sarcastic enthusiasm in his tone. “I can’t wait.” Singto chuckled nervously. He was excited to be able to spend more time with him, since he does like Krist, but he is a bit scared about certain things might happen. He’s afraid that Krist would want to order take out and he’d end up having to partake in that, but he’s also just as terrified of him finding out the truth that makes Singto this way. And of course, he is petrified about there being in the middle of a horrible thunderstorm. There’s just a lot that could go wrong today and he isn’t sure if he’s at all ready for any of it.

“I wasn’t sure you’d want me to say that in front of Miss Chen.” He walked into Qing Han’s office and closed the door behind him. “Han… I really can’t believe it. The results…” Qing Han sat down and crossed his legs. “What does it say?” he asked casually. He probably knew he had to act calm, just in case he didn’t get the results he wanted. “It’s positive!” Song Bao quickly replied. It was as if he had been waiting for that question all along. Qing Han’s whole body froze slightly. He sat up straight and looked at Song Bao. “What did you say?”