Mr Garcia Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Is Marcel okay? Did something happen? Please tell me that he at the pack…” I laughed. Soft. Cutting. Cruel. “Oh, he’s fine. He is in the pack, just as he always is…” I said. “Perfectly well and pleased with himself, too proud to admit when he is wrong or actually think that he might be making a mistake.” “I don’t understand?” Elara asked, frowning when she heard my tone, clearly trying to process my words. “Is Marcel okay? Did he do something that he would regret? Is it true that he went out last night the way he did?”

Gary said and Nora nodded. Mr. Garcia was a Spanish gentleman with a commanding presence, and according to the findings and calculations, his project would bring in a lot of income. He nodded graciously at what Gary said. “Gracias, Gary. I believe our alliance holds great potential for success. The synergy between our organizations is evident, and I am eager to see our plans come to fruition.” Nora leaned forward, her eyes bright with the zeal to even smoother “I agree with that, Mr. Garcia. The innovative approach you've outlined matches perfectly well with our strategic goals. May, I believe the marketing angle we discussed earlier will be pivotal in capturing the target demographic."

“Excuse me.” A deep, smooth voice cut me off like silk sliding across skin. I turned. And there he was. Mr. Garcia. Dressed in a dark blue blazer and black slacks, sunglasses. His phone in one hand while the other was fixed in his pocket, standing there like he’d walked straight out of a magazine. My heart leapt to my throat. “Y-You’re here?” His eyes settled on my mother with polite respect as he stepped forward. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Williams. I hope everything went smoothly.”

Garcia's funeral, showing his boss talking with Ailin. The headline read, "Garcia Corporation's super-wealthy heir apparent accompanies Mr. Garcia to old Mrs. Garcia's funeral, a loving and sweet couple."

“I’m too old to be controlling young people like you. I won’t complain as long as you study hard now and take over the Garcia family business in the future.” Marcus was an old blond man who spoke to Miguel in French. The family had a maid who had been with them for many years, and she had become almost like a family member. When it was time, the maid came over to help Marcus go to his room to rest. Later, Miguel returned to his room and turned on his computer. On the screen were Weston’s details. Miguel looked at it sullenly with indistinct emotions. …

Gerald Gallagher said seemingly just blabbering anything that came out of his mouth. For the past hour Master Joshua's children had been failing to say a proper speech regarding just what the type of person their father was. Lady Martha had asked if everyone to at least say a word or two even though no one wanted to. No one offered to. They just assumed they had to, Incase the lawyer was present and knowing their father. He was capable of making a trick, 'give the most to the one who seems genuine at my funeral'

"I should have been there when they tried to enter this house; they shouldn't have been able to reach you. I'm sorry, Margaret." “Don't be," she said softly as she watched my hands cover hers, "but I need answers. Who was he? I need to know, I deserve to know." I wanted to spare her as much bitter pill in her condition, but she insisted with her stubbornness. “That man you already know, his name is Fernando García, and he works for a guy named Arnold Kraus. “Why?" She looked dismayed. “Because Mike stole from them and messed up their deliveries too. I took you, so any blow against you falls on me, and since your brother still hasn't sorted his shit out, all the blows come against us," I said

The teenage girl who was teasing Maverick a while ago even almost cursed loudly in amazement if it weren’t for her father quickly covering her lips. “There’s no need for you to be scared, Ciel. We didn’t invite you here to say or do anything you wouldn’t like. We only wanted to know you. That’s all. So, please relax,” Marcus Garcia said in a gentle manner, which was totally different from how he sounded when he was interrogating Maverick and when he told everyone to be quiet. It’s like Ciel was talking to a completely different person.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

Jenny’s POV: Ten minutes later, Jimmy entered the office with Marlowe. Marlowe walked in and looked at the mess on the ground. He teased, “What, who provoked Miss Gracia?” I rolled my eyes coldly and growled, “What brings the prestigious President Yanice here today?” A sly look appeared in Marlowe’s eyes as he said in a glib tone. “Miss Garcia, long time no see. I miss you.” I snorted, “If you have something to say, just say it.” I rolled my eyes arrogantly and impatiently.