Mr Gatsby Mga Nobela at Kwento

However, one thing that I noticed about this individual was that he had many females lurking around him and they were all models. I knew that in the back of my mind, there is still this small voice stating that I could never beat a model when it comes to a man since they are paid for their looks whilst I'm not. However, I didn't get much time to think about this daunting idea that I still had as I was interrupted by my nan and a woman next to her who looked around the same age as my mother. "Nipotina dear, I would like you to meet Iris, she is the wife of Arron McKinley who you may know as the previous CEO of McKinley Enterprise." My Nan introduced this sweet lady to me, and I knew I recogni

“I’m sorry, Mr. Carrascal, for confusing you.” “Don’t call me ‘Mr.’ as if we don’t know each other,” he said, releasing my arm and slipping his hands into his pockets. His warm gaze stayed on me. “What I said last night still stands.” “How can a man like you claim to be dating someone like me?” “I already told you, Roberta, I don’t see any problem with you. I’m not here to argue about that.” I watched him but couldn’t hold his gaze for long. Suddenly, my entire opinion about the man standing before me changed drastically.

"Great! Could you please wait for a few minutes? Mr. Ryan just finished a meeting. He'll be here shortly." "Sure," we said in unison. "Please, take a seat We walked toward the sofa. I got distracted as we passed a corridor with two doors on each side and a large door at the end, where four men were standing. I could only see the face of one of them, as the others were partly turned to the side or had their backs to me. Mr. Ryan must have been among them, not the one whose face I could see, as he didn't look almost thirty years old; he must have been over sixty

Rosa. “Sabrina?” He lowered his voice, calling out her name and as she turned to face him, his heart skipped a bit. “Who is Sabrina? And do I know you?” Ms. Rosa kept a straight face, sipping her wine with nobility. “I am Mr. Gibson of Gibson Group. I'd like to go on a d..date with you… or a meeting… if you don't mind, I'll love to do business with..” “You're being too forward. This is an event, not a nightclub… Besides, I'm not open to work outside the Guidotti Empire.” Ms. Rosa was blunt.

Since the place he worked had never lacked any characters like them, only that these people, in particular, were slightly more affluent. "Young master Goldstein, why won't you speak? You look unhappy." A man wearing a gray fur coat asked with a smile. Meanwhile, the 'Young master Goldstein' he mentioned was the one that met Madison this morning. "I'm thinking about someone." The man smiled calmly. Picking up his wine glass, he swayed the crimson liquid within then gulped it all down. "You must be thinking about a woman!" The man wearing glasses on the side interjected with a tone of amusement.

This man was incredibly handsome. " You look fine too," I mumbled as we left home. The taxi driver helped Marcus down the ramp. " You think so?" My husband smirked, and I blushed. Luckily, it was dark inside the car, and he could not see my burning cheeks. It was hard enough to sit so close to him when our bodies touched in this limited space. Marcus's presence was electrifying. We arrived at the restaurant fifteen minutes later, and I could finally breathe. " Marcus Dowes. Reservation for two," my husband spoke after we were greeted at the desk.

After he stepped out, a lanky-looking man rushed up to him immediately. “Good evening, Mr. Marchetti,” he greeted, noticing me a few seconds later. “Good evening, madam,” he greeted again, and I simply nodded to acknowledge his greeting. “Meet my girlfriend, Scarlet. Scarlet, meet my gatekeeper, Cane,” Ryan introduced, and after hearing the man’s name, I had to bite my tongue to avoid laughing out loud. “It’s nice meeting you, Miss Scarlet,” he politely said. “Likewise, Cane,” I managed to respond, not exactly sure how else to react to him.

- Roberto startled and yelled at Mariane, he faced her and squeezed her arm tighter, making her barely scream in pain. "I know, I know, love, I thought that if there was such a sum of money, but I gravel his real name is called Mason Keast, you can see that he is a powerful man. Because he had hundreds of dollars in his wallet..." Mariane lowered her head and began to move her fingers out of nervousness.

Once I got to the apartment door, Mr Cagey (who I still don't know what his name was) opened his door, holding a bag of trash. “Ah! Mr Richards… I didn't see you there.” He said in a strong Italian accent. He was the type that liked to act like a professor with his glasses and suspenders. But he was dressed in fancy pink pajamas and fluffy slippers but still wearing glasses. If it were a normal meeting, seeing a man dressed like that, I'd have laughed but I was beginning to dislike the guy so I was in no mood to laugh. “Hello… sir.” I couldn't tell him I had forgotten his name. I looked at the trash bag in his hand and he followed my eyes.

Arya’s pov Unfathomable emotions washed over my features as I stared at the groom’s name column on the certificate. “Mr. Nicklaus Harrington”. How did I get involved with the most dreaded and dangerous man in M country and undoubtedly the world? Oh my gosh! I instantly regretted my previous actions. A man that is known for his brutal nature and ruthless actions in the business world, rumors have it that he’s a mafia and a tyrant of the underworld, the most merciless one at that.