Mr Dior Manhua Novels & Stories

I mutter. "You're welcome." Without withdrawing his hand, Dior's entertained lips move again. "You truly are a walking disaster." I glare at my life's sworn enemy and straighten my back, desperate to get away from his hand currently holding me up. Dior is terrible news, and I jerk to the side, aware of his blue eyes following my every move. From his chiseled face to his broad shoulders and sculpted muscles, the man is genuinely billboard material. Truly, Dior is the guy Disney channel would have recruited back in the day to gain viewers—his eyes are to die for, but unfortunately, the guy is an absolute asshole.

The masculine voice answered from behind the door. "Oh" I packed and arranged my ponytail well. "I'm coming now." I grabbed my purse and walked out of the room.to meet the two hefty men, that were standing still. The look on their face were strong and the smile on one of them was hideous. He snapped out of the smiling, very fast. It was very strange. They looked focused on the way to where Mr Dorth-rak was sitting. He was a billionaire, as told by Orlan. He own a hospital and the Myar corp. Which was a multi-billion dollars company, owned by him. I was very privileged to meet him, a billionaire. I walked stylishly to him and occupied the stood beside the vacant seat, that was at the spot, ju