Novel & Cerita My Mc.

"You're....you're his father?' the MC queried and I raised a brow as I got closer to him. "You do seem to have a problem with me being his father, is anything the problem?”

“And he owns the biggest MC in London. A2 MC.” MC. The word punched through my chest so fast I didn’t even get a chance to hide the reaction. My stomach twisted, my heartbeat stuttered, and the room suddenly felt too tight. Before she could say anything else, before I could think, I turned toward the door. “I’m going to the party,” I said sharply. I didn’t wait. I just needed to move, to breathe, to get away from that word. Adeline rushed behind me, almost tripping over her dress. “What’s wrong, Tee? Did I say anything bad?”

MC's urgent voice could be heard. "This better be good, if not prepare to leave for Africa this afternoon to work on the new golf line found there. And believe me when I say I will make sure you stay there for two years without coming back," Emine threatened, and MC swallowed a mouthful of saliva, knowing how angry she can be when agitated, especially when her sleep is interrupted. "I promise you won't even get the chance to send me away, as Mirabel has vanished from the hospital," MC said, afraid of being sent away for two years if he doesn't handle this situation well.

And every single acceptance traced back to one name. General V. The introductions neared their end. I could feel it. The MC shuffled his cards slightly, his tone shifting as if preparing to wrap things up. I exhaled slowly. Then he paused. One hand lifted to his ear as an aide leaned in, whispering urgently. The MC’s eyes widened just a fraction before he straightened, clearing his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, voice rising with renewed energy, “I’ve just received word.” The room stilled.

It's been a few days since Alex left, and as much as hate to admit it, I kind of miss him. Mr. Simmons has also been bugging me with the finalization of the selling of my company. It didn't matter to him that I just came from a fucking car accident and couldn't walk. My secretary walked me through all the damages that the company suffered over the past few months and honestly, it was better to start over despite the protests of others. I decided to just get it over with and signed the papers and complete the transfer, not wanting to deal with Simmons anymore.

Chapter 40 The racing highway wasn't far from where they were, and in a few minutes, everyone had already gathered. Freya clenched her fists as she watched Luca make his way toward the motorcycle waiting at the starting line. The crowd parted almost instinctively to let him pass. Some members of the Black Forge MC lowered their heads in respect, while others stepped aside with an almost reverent caution, as though standing too close to him might somehow place them in the path of something dangerous.

I asked, "Which rich person are you talking about?" The leader said, "Your boyfriend, the one you live with. He is the heir of OMC Group." After I heard it, it was unbelievable. I really thought they got a wrong person. I thought how I can know anyone from OMC Group. This group is really a big group which has the main business motive of jewelries and clothes. I laughed and said, "I guess, I am going to be freed soon when you will know that I really don't know the rich person you are talking about."

She asked. MJ gritted her teeth in annoyance. "The file." She said sternly, giving nothing away. Anita sighed and gave her the file before returning to her seat. MJ paged through the file and slid it across the table once done. Anita frowned as she picked it up, opening it to the first page. "McEnroe Construction Company…" MJ said while taking her seat. "An Irish construction company, the owner, Aaron McEnroe, recently retired and passed on the company to his 21-year-old son, Aaron McEnroe Jr." She stated begrudgingly.

Mashkur glared at the phone. "Because I'm Muhsin Malik." Muhsin smirked. "You're not helping but you still helped, I'll talk to her about it now." Mashkur sighed. "Thank God you grew a pair." Muhsin dramatically breathed out a sigh. "Bye." Mashkur said dryly before his friend starts his lectures. • "Chocochips, what's up? Are you home already?" Afnaan bombarded her with questions in a single breathe not even waiting for her to talk.

“Biggest wrap party in America, in Orlando, yeah, it wasn't very hard to put the pieces together. Plus, I had to come say hi, those idiots were the first production company willing to try out MIC.” “Mike?” I asked as I dumped my empty cup on the dirt floor and grabbed the chains of the swing. Carson gave a low chuckle, one that even though came from him, rattled inside me. “No, not Mike, doll, M-I-C. It's this new high-tech camera we've been developing. The boys in white have a long complicated name for it but I just call it MIC. Easier to remember, and say.” “Oh good. And here I was thinking that you gave a production company a man to try out.”