Mr Dior Manhua Novels & Stories

A middle-aged man in a Tai Chi suit stood up and walked up to Lan Weiwei. The middle-aged man was named Di Hong, a famous Taiji Master in the Central Plains. He was invited by Lan Wei to serve as the Assistant Director of Shangwu Hall. Lan Weiwei nodded. Di Hong glanced at the group of uninvited guests and said coldly, "What do you want to do today?"

The man extended his hand toward Maica, and she shook it without hesitation. Unlike Mr. Calvin, this man appeared much younger. He was a fair-skinned mestizo with striking features—handsome enough to make any woman swoon. He bore an uncanny resemblance to a young Leonardo DiCaprio from Titanic. “I’m Rick Sarmiento, one of the model scouts for L’Oréal. It’s a good thing the executives had an urgent meeting, so they sent me here instead. At least now, I have the opportunity to meet the goddess of the fashion industry.”

My jaw dropped as I read the elegant handwritten words. "From Mr. Dorian. I bet wine red will suit your milky skin. Attendance is preferred, you stubborn girl."

Yet that mattered little to the person in question – Mane – for right now he had his hands full. Mane was stooped over his study table, overlooking the designs he received just a day ago. He was clad in nothing but a pair of sleeping shorts, leaving his trunks and legs bare. In his hand was a large towel, and his hair was wet, indicating that he had just come out of the shower. Though his hair wasn’t completely dry, and though it fell carelessly upon his forehead and covered up his eyes, the water of his hair didn’t fall onto the designs on the table. Mane was a careless user of Edict. For he built up heat in his hair and slowly dealt with the moisture in it.

"Cheers!" Diora raised her glass, then did a toast with a man. She drank her sherry with a smile and a happy face. "I didn't expect to be able to meet you tonight," said the man who accompanied her drinking. He hugged Diora's waist and stroked her thigh, but surprisingly Diora didn't refuse him. "Don't you like the see me?" "No. Of course not. I'm certainly glad to see you, Ara. So I was just surprised."

He finally managed to get the letter and he unfolded it to read as he plopped a cut-up carrot into his mouth resting against the island. "Andre mi Amor, how ar–" He began to read out loud before he stood up straight. He began to read quietly, his lips moving very fast as his face brightened with each word. Then he turned to his friends, a big smile on his face. "Dior is coming back."

After arriving at the exhibition, Dior went to the waiting lounge. When she opened the door, she saw a tall man facing her with his back, sitting upright in front of the window. He was dressed in a grey-white shirt, jeans, and casual shoes. Perhaps it was his clothes, but he gave off a worn-out, cheap vibe. Dior frowned. He, wanted to buy her painting? Was that a joke? When the man heard her coming, he turned around to reveal a handsome face. Dior’s heart skipped a beat. Argh! So handsome! So handsome!

the man asked his assistant. The assistant bowed. “Yes, sir. He’s a powerful man in America. But his life is always kept out of the media. He doesn’t like publicity.” The man glared at his assistant. “Tell me, who is he?” “Draco Riordan. He owns Riordan Group—one of the biggest companies in America. At the auction, he used the name Nigel—his personal assistant,” the assistant replied, instantly making the man’s expression even darker with suppressed rage

He smirked as he stared at the man. Introduce me..? My frowned deepened. What - “Diana.” Mr Leota patted the man’s shoulder, a smile on his face. “This is my friend, Ryan.”