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He read the name written in bold out loud in question. Opening a new tab, he put his research skills to work. There were too many profiles that popped up under the name but one look at the brief information sent alongside their new mission, it was easy to find their next target. An old man who was in his late seventies popped up and Rod was not all too surprised about that.

My Inner Goddess squirms uncomfortably on her red sofa; my senses are wary. "But you can't do that, you have no authority there." "I have." I looked at him in disbelief, and the suspicion that had crossed my mind returned. "You're not the owner of the school, are you??" I looked at him cautiously, and then he turned to look at me. "The Orchid Foundation is mine."

Stone and me. Mr.Stone was about to shout, but Maam interrupted him and said, “So anyway, I am here to announce the media reply to this press meet.” We had all forgotten everything and looked at her for the reply. “Many channels said and I quote ‘We all believed Mr.Stone’s PR answers but still there was a little doubt in everyone’s mind. Nevertheless, Ms.Pari’s last comment pushed away all the doubts, and that comment definitely suits Mr.Stone. So we are with you, Mr.Stone.’ Now we can relax.” Maam said and made us all smile at that.

Fransisca answered, her heart racing. Olive's eyes locked Fransisca's. She wanted nothing else but to tear the Older woman apart. A sardonic smile crept to her lips, as she saw the trembling reaction of her Step Mother. She glanced at the crowd and took the Mic. Good morning all.. I am Olive MaxGold. She said, causing Fransisca's eyes to widen the more. I'll be happy and you'll also be happy for investing here, cause this company will be your MMM( Money Making Machine).

Michael said. " Yes sure, let me just finish up here". I said to them while finishing up some documents I as signing. I took the office phone to call my assistant. " Adjust my meeting schedule to 2pm". " Yes sir". she replied. We stepped into the cafe and all eyes turned to us. The billionaire business tycoon, The owner of the best security company in the world and the owner of the biggest law firm and the best lawyer in the world. We were the three, nobody in the business or outside world wanted to deal with.

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

Welcome to Mr Black Acknowledgement: Thank You so much for Choosing Mr Black!❤️ My name is Ogheneochuko Williams, the Writer of Mr Black, I want to thank you for clicking on this story, it's my favorite book ever and it took a lot for me to start it and eventually end it. I have always loved writing and I'm so happy that we young writers are being given a chance to come out of our shelves and write on a big platform like Good Novel.

I hope that after the opening day we will have so many investors that MAMA will be consolidated, and we will no longer need any X cent. — Good morning, Dalia. - greets Mr. X standing in front of the lecture hall. He turns towards me and lightly touches my arm. — Then I would like to talk to you in the office. —All right. - I respond with mild irritation that does not seem to affect you. —I look forward. - comments X with a slight smile.

MAYA If anyone would tell me that the CEO of Grey Textile and Clothing would ask me to be his model, I would call the person a big liar. But surprisingly he asked me to be his model. He even told me to drop the formalities and call him by his first name, Silver. It was like I was dreaming. But what bothered me was that Liam didn’t look too happy about the whole thing. It made me feel bad because if not for Liam, I wouldn't have met Silver and indulged in conversations with him enough for me to be his model.

“How so?” Maya laughed softly. “Let’s just say she’s not exactly… from our world.” A pause. “She’s sweet,” Maya continued, her voice dripping with false generosity. “But she’s had a bit of a colorful past, you know. She tends to… attach herself to men with influence.” The woman’s brows lifted slightly. “Bryan Blackwood is… generous,” Maya added, shrugging. “He likes projects.” At another table, Maya leaned toward a man in his fifties, a board member of a multinational conglomerate.