Mr Qi Novels & Stories

“Just a friendly observation, Aleksei. After all, alliances are fragile things, aren’t they? One wrong move and everything crumbles.” "True that." I replied coolly. “Alliances only crumble when the weak can’t hold their end of the bargain. Are you worried about yours, Hardin?” The room felt like it had shrunk, the tension between us thick enough to cut through paper. Hardin's smile never wavered, but I could see the slight tick in his jaw. Before he could respond, the door opened, and Mikhail stepped in, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp. “Apologies for the interruption,” he said, his voice low. “But we have an issue that requires your attention.”

All she felt was gratitude and happiness. Mr. Jones seemed to be a nice man, one of the nicest she had met since her stay here. If the mother was nice, and the father was— summing up looks and courtesy— near perfect, where then did Jackson get his nasty attitude? She was led to the dining room by the man that welcomed them outside the building. His name was Theo and from what Maria noticed, Theo was someone Jackson cared about. Something inside her moved when she watched Jackson hug him. Already sitting on one of the expensively carved chairs was Mrs. Jones, looking as pretty and as young as ever in a red satin dress, Maria couldn't see the rest of it as she was seated. Her lips were a dark

The sound of double claps could be heard. All the maids within the vicinity of the living room was out of sight and hearing immediately. The person who clapped was the butler of the house. A female butler. She was very skilled and studied facial expression when dealing with her work. She knew when the conversation Bryce would have could be heard by anyone who coincidentally passed by and knew when the conversation would be a serious one. He has seen how her master looked worried for the woman he brought in since yesterday and knew anything that would be discussed in such a mood would be private.

"I can tell you're not interested in all this boring business talk. Why don't we have some fun instead?" Mia smiled softly and she was about to reply to Clinton, but she was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, she immediately gazed towards the door to see Mr Rodrigo who had walked in. "Who is that old man?" Clinton asked with a raised eyebrow. "That's Mr Rodrigo Lopez." Mia replied. Mr Clark and the others paused their conversations to look at Mr Rodrigo, who had walked inside the boardroom. Mr Rodrigo was pleasantly surprised to see the faces inside the boardroom. When Mr Clark had invited him to come, he didn't expect to see some of the most important people in the city. 'Wow, gu

Qing Han asked, pointing toward the elevator. Mr. Zhong blinked in confusion. "Which woman?" "The one who just left your office," Qing Han said flatly. "Oh," Mr. Zhong replied, exhaling. "That was the new doctor we hired. Why? Are you interested in her?" Qing Han’s expression turned cold, and Mr. Zhong cleared his throat awkwardly. "What is her name?" "What?" Zhong asked, startled. Qing Han’s tone hardened. "Did you not hear me?"

a deep, authoritative voice answered. Mrs. Rodriguez’s expression softened slightly, but her tone remained firm. “Dr. Ramoray, it’s Martha Rodriguez,” she said smoothly. “I need your help. It’s urgent.”