Novel & Cerita Mr Dior Manhua

Mika said as he held Dio’s hand. “Miss Armani, I didn’t know that you were into younger men.” A man who seemed to be a noble smirked as he gave Mika a condescending look. Dio who didn’t like the man’s approach stood up, towering over the man who looked like a bonsai compared to Dio’s height. “W-who are you?” The man took a few steps backward and his voice trembled. “Isn’t it proper to introduce yourself first before asking for someone’s name?” Dio said as he put his hands on his pockets.

Looking up I noticed a man standing in front of me, but his face was not clear as he was wearing a mask. Removing the mask, it was that man from the hospital… Yeah, it's him, I thought. What's his name? What's his name?? Oh, yes… Edger, he is Edger. I exclaimed in my mind. Edger… Right? I asked, forwarding my hand… “Oh I am grateful, my lady, that you still remembered me.” he dramatically took my hand and placed a kiss on my knuckles. I quickly withdrew my hand from this flirty man.

Dario was impatient, and it looked like he was going to send the man away. “I am sorry for disturbing you, Dario. I saw you from my table right there…” The man pointed at his table across the hall, but Dario didn’t seem interested. Then he sighed. “My name is Morgan, Dario. I am Morgan Perry.” He made the instruction as fast as he could, and then he extended his hand toward Dario for a handshake, but he was ignored. Dario’s countenance changed at once, and it was very obvious that he had recognized him at a glance.

The Woman in black laughs sarcastically afterward. Xiao Ni furrowed her eyebrow and gritted her teeth. "You Magica de spell, what are you doing here? Go try to steal Uncle Scrooge McDuck's number one dime! How could you think I dare to wear Vera Wang's dress to be a substitute bride?!" The so-called Magica De Spell finally responded to Xiao Ni. "I am not Magica de spell! I am Jang Man Wol from hotel de luna!! Moreover, if you did not come as a substitute bride, why did you dress up like one?"

A man's voice, cool and soft could be heard. Li Hua entered the office room. Inside there was a man that looked like in his mid forties, playing around with cauldron in front of him. Near the man, on the left, was a rack filled with jars in each shelf. Inside those jars were all kinds of poisonous insects and human body parts. Li Hua had to hold the urge to vomit everytime she visited this place. "Oh? Mrs. Xiao, back again I see." The man didn't lift his eyes from the cauldron for a quite a while. This man was Rui Chang Hu and he was know as Master Rui, The Curse Prince.

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

Tom said. "But y'all are not in Mt.Olympus no more, you guys are in the city, where people usually wear Chanel, Celine, YsL and Dior!" "What are those?" Jonas asked curiously while looking up to Jiroo naively. "This shirt is from Dior, Liam's shirt is from Celine. They are brands and this is what people usually are wearing." Jiroo explained and they all nod at him, as if they just learned the most amusing things in their life. "Next, ordinary humans don't have powers, do any of you have powers?"

Especially now that he suddenly seems to have disappeared from the business world, surely many are asking questions about him. The woman raised an eyebrow, waiting for the continuation of Leora's words. "Em, Leora Adhisti," continued Leora, smiling faintly. "My name is Rumi, thank you Leora for helping me," said Rumi, to which Leora nodded his head. "Mommy!" shouted a handsome man, with a sharp nose and white skin. And hazel eyes, which made Leora a little dazzled when she saw them. The gray coat attached to his body made the man's charisma even bigger.

I liked the nickname. Dalia Penedo Salazar says: No, you can keep calling me Doce. Mr. X says: Great. Now I need to work, but I’ll be back later. I hope to meet you here. Dalia Penedo Salazar says: Up to, Mr. X. Mr. X says: See you later, Doce.

* James * When we arrived, I parked the vehicle in the circular drive. She got down before I could even kill the engine. Two figures stepped out from the portico, an older man with shoulders that still carry a general's straightness and a face carved by decisions, Lance Dankworth if I am not mistaken, and beside him a smaller, composed old woman, Julliane Dankworth, whose eyes scan me with a practiced cool. They both look exactly like the kind of people who had run things here long before I was breathing.