Mr Dior Manhua Novels & Stories

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

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!

Chapter 102 - Slowly, Dorin’s eyes opened. The first thing he saw was a tall man with flowing gold hair and golden eyes, smiling at him. He was well build and slightly bronzed with the bright sun shining behind him, yet he can clearly see his calm face and the gentle look in his round eyes. “Who...” The man held out a hand. As he touched it, he suddenly remembered where he was, and once again, he was face to face with the hooded oracle with the cold, bony hands.

The rooms was beautiful and everything screamed rich as if telling me I don't belong here. I looked at Mr DiCaprio who was typing away on his phone. The man was as handsome has my prince charming in my dreams if not more. The two things I like about his face was his eyes and hair. His hair looked really soft and shiny making me wonder what hair products he used. "What hair products do you used sir?" "What" "I said what-" "I heard you the first time, why do you want to know?" "So who are we meeting?" "Mr Richard, he his an old investors of my father."

I knew that was all she could share—the kid knew nothing more. Before I could delve deeper into my thoughts, there was another knock at the door. This time, another maid entered, looking slightly anxious. “Mrs. Moore, there’s someone here to see you,” she said tentatively. I frowned, confused. “Who?” The maid shifted on her feet. “It’s Mr. Jordan McWood.” “Who?” I asked, unsure where I had heard the name. “Mr. Jordan was the young man from the elite fashion home,” Vivian helped, and I gasped in realization.

Now, after days of designing their room a new look, Madie was taking a break in a nearby doughnut store with Hop and Neil, and others more, as her guards. He wanted to come along, but he, as usual, was up to business. The afternoon sun was glaring at him through his sunglasses as he gazed at the man before him. Rio Manuel was a tough bastard; he'd give him that. It's been a week, and although he was unconscious for the most of it, he still hasn't confessed who his employer was until now. As his two men delivered punches to the already bleeding man, Dario watched. Adon was coming soon, and he didn't want to waste any more time. He still had to catch up to Madie on their doughnut date, and he

She was aware of their stares and a part of her wished she had not dressed so exposing in the first place. A tall, handsome man in a well-tailored suit headed her way, and Diora chuckled. “Already drawing them are you? That’s my girl”. Mayeli gave an uneasy laugh. At the moment, she felt like bolting for the door, but Diora’s arm was clamped firmly around her waist, pushing her forward and giving her no room for escape. The man reached them. He was handsome, no doubt, with dark-brown curly hair and deep blue eyes. He reminded her so much of Killian.

I mutter. There is a huffed laugh before the man sits down next to me with one of his knees bent. He is dressed like a villain in dark, faded jeans and a black leather jacket. Yet somehow, he is still looking solid and graceful like an aristocrat, even with bad-boy clothes. I hate to admit it, but Dior is one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. "Here," Dior hands me a shot. "Drink it." I take the tiny glass, smelling the clear liquid inside. It smells sweet and musky. "What is it?"