Mr Fu Novels & Stories

Ryan. https://m.a********s.app/stories/63dc11dc3a7eb1001a4f8a41/mr-ryan? Part II coming soon!

She straightened, the chaotic courtroom footage shrinking into a small box at the corner of the screen. “Before we continue,” she said gravely, “let us remind viewers exactly what kind of companies are being discussed here.” The screen shifted. “MFR, also known as My Family Resort,” the anchor continued, “is a name the public knows all too well. It was once the biggest rival of Oceanview Resort before it was purchased and rebranded into Coastal Sonata Retreat by Mrs. Adele Harrington West.” Old footage of the resort flashed on screen. “For years, unverified rumors circulated about MFR. Allegations of money laundering, harboring powerful fugitives, and even claims of an underwater escape rout

It has been a whole freaking month. “We have to see, Henry. I have something I wish for us to talk about and I do not know how you are going to take it but I promise to go with whatever you want” She declared. “Is it something serious?” Henry asked “It is quite serious” “Then we should meet up today. Send me a text with your house address and I will come to you after work.” “Or better still, I could meet you at your house and we can talk there. It is really something I do not want an external person hearing if you know what I mean”

Mu Feng, a 6ft 20-year-old young man with a face which could rival a top face model of any country stepped into the My family home after having received an urgent SOS distress call which he had long perceived was fake from his mother. He had calmly walked up to his mother asking what the problem was. She'd instantly thrown a tantrum about him never visiting home unless forced to and only after much coaxing did she finally relent asking him about his work and lifestyle. Mu Feng was the current president of his father's establishment Mu Corporation. He had joined the company a year ago after graduating from college at 19. He was fiercely independent and had always loved to stay alone moving ou

[girl] "My mama told me about this store." Mia, tell us as we walk into the store. Mia's mama, Mariana Lopez, is a famous fashion designer. Mariana is also the woman who inspried me to design. Since the ball was planned on such short notice, Mariana couldn't design dresses for all of us, not in time at least. Mia, Gabrielle, and Charlotte grabbed a few dresses and went to the changing room to try them on.

I pressed the keys on my pad and nothing was showing up on the screen “Fuuuuudge!” I screamed. Mr Drey was going to kill me. Everything we’d worked for and I’d let my anger get the best of me. I wiped my eyes. My eyes always teared up when I was frustrated and I was beyond frustrated. I slid my work glasses off and grabbed at my hair.

"What should I ask Bea? I don't know... Never mind. My father emerged from the kitchen, with a very unfriendly and unnerved expression. He looked very disappointed, and this was not exactly his normal state. Considering that he was always a pompous and very proud guy. Right behind him was his mistress, I mean, wife. Madelaine, that was the name she made up and I pretended I didn't know her name was Rita and she had no connection to the pure blood families. "good morning girls,..." said my father with his head down

Jessica smirked. “That’s not a problem Jessica, how did you want her to be gotten rid of?” The man asked and Jessica give it a thought before clapping. “Falling off from the rooftop?” (FRED’S PENTHOUSE) Fred was clicking something on his laptop screen when a message pop into his phone, it was from the MFR management. “What’s this?” He mumbled and opened the message. “Dear Shareholders, MFR will like to invite you to the up coming tenth anniversary of the company, 25/8/2022, from the management,” He read out the message but threw his phone away with a hiss.

It's from Meg. 16:52 From: Megan McCartney *Niels came by here and asked me a discreet questionnaire about you. With a strange focus on your current relationship status. I allowed myself to say that you're "available" haha. (In a more discreet way, of course.) Sorry, but I was tempted to give him your number. You won't kill me, will you? Megan McCartney, Assistant in Finance at Ryan Enterprises.* Is she crazy? Damn it. Using the work email. I grab my phone after deleting the email and shutting down the computer.

Everything gleamed with precision, luxury, and a sense of controlled power. “Bryan really does love perfection,” she murmured under her breath. A tall man approached with a professional smile. “I’m Ryan, the CEO’s personal assistant. You can just call me Ryan. I’m sure Noah briefed you on the basics, but let me be clear: what happens on this floor stays here. No scandals, no gossip, and absolutely no negative talk about the CEO. Confidentiality is everything.” His voice was calm, but there was an edge of warning. They stopped in front of a massive double door.