Novel & Cerita Mr Gatsby

No sooner had I completely taken in all her golden beauty than her green eyes beamed with joy. Aha! Reading about him in magazines and watching him on television was not the same as seeing him again. He was a billionaire who was reported to be living a Gatsby kind of lifestyle. Unsure of whether the cameras had done him enough justice, he still managed to maintain his good looks and even look much better over the years. His memory, however, had never been one of his best qualities, and as I tried eavesdropping, I wondered if he even remembered me. But how could he? He has a lot of women running around him. How will he remember me? I wouldn’t remember myself…

Marcus The view never failed to soothe me. The vast skyline of New York and the false quietness from my perch on the window of my 55th-floor office were something that never got old. I sigh not with frustration but with resignation. When I reinvented myself, I hadn't quite imagined my life would turn out this way. Sure the designer suits were great, and the expensive penthouse and the business was doing great; who would have thought I had it in me to start a successful business? I had started a PR firm which, with enough capital and clever marketing, had taken off beyond my imagination. The Pitch was the most sort after PR firm by brands, struggling politicians, and A-list celebrities.

Alex Goldman, one of the richest bachelors in Los Angeles, was known to throw the biggest, most extravagant parties in the city. Automatically, all the rich people were invited to his parties. Anyone who was a celebrity, a rich businessman, a smoking hot girl, or easily found on G****e for being famous, was allowed entry. This was Alex’s attempt at mimicking Jay Gatsby, from the movie The Great Gatsby, though he did not have a special girl that he waited for because every girl at the party was a potential one-night stand for him.

✨✨✨✨✨ Russell I drove to the small grocery outlet in town, parked the car, and headed inside. The place looked more prominent than the last time I was here. Indeed, this place was remodeled. No wonder it was closed off last year. "Hey, Patty!" I greeted an elderly lady at the register. She had worked here for as long as I could remember. "Hi, honey. It's good to see you back home. I hear you brought home a hottie with you. When can we meet her?" She says, making me lower my head to cover my blush as I chuckled.

My mother-in-law, Charlotte, suddenly fainted and would soon be diagnosed with dementia. Since he didn't bother keeping his voice down while reprimanding me, the people around glanced over as if I had acted inhumanely and taken someone's money. "I returned it, honey," I said. He suddenly found his words caught in his throat. "Returned it?" I showed him the chat logs, where I had been comforting Kate the entire time. "Don't worry. Samuel and I are not holding this against you," I had written. Because of this, Kate had said many kind words to me at work. She accepted the money happily after I soothed her, and I told her to consider it a gift for her child.

he asked as he examined me. “No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up. "BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"

Gato replied. Roselyn narrowed her eyes and said, "Some of the best chefs in the country? Who is he and what does he do exactly?" "He's a successful businessman and as to what he does, you can ask him when next you see him," Gato replied and continued walking. The man did look filthy rich, and he did own a yacht but she was very curious as to what kind of business he was into, however, she did not want to look too interested and make it look as if she was prying, so she buried all other questions she had and said with a straight face "okay."

But inside, her curiosity burned hotter than ever. Something about the way he spoke caught Gabby’s attention. He didn’t say Mr. Adryan. Instead, he’d called him Mr. Ryan. The slip was subtle, almost invisible, but it stood out to her ears. Her lips curved in the faintest smile. It was… unusual. Formal staff normally clung to family names, but Frank had chosen the given name, as if his loyalty was to the man himself rather than the legacy of his surname. She wondered if Adryan noticed—or perhaps, he allowed it.

She explained and I nodded with a small smile. “Oh… hello dear, I didn’t see you there.” I turned to know she was speaking with Ryan. Ryan smiled shyly at her and I could swear I saw him blushing. “Nice to meet you, Mrs Mars, I’m Ryan Russell a lawyer and also a friend of Gwen.” He introduced himself and with the smile on Mom’s face, I could tell that she was impressed. I wasn’t surprised that Ryan knew my mom, I mean who doesn’t know the Mars, they are one of the wealthiest families in the world.

Instantly, everyone was stunned and they could not figure out what was going on. George stood respectfully in front of Philip, bowed, and said, “Mr. Clarke.” Everyone was astounded by that scene! George Thomas, the richest man in Riverdale, actually bowed to Philip, that useless man!