Novel Drehstuhl Novels & Stories

“Forget it, forget it, it is better to let more people know that the new chairman of the Drkov Group is Atlas.” Mr. Drkov sighed, although he did not like the press, he could not help but deny the power of tradition. “Young Master, are you ready?” Heulwen turned to ask the person in the wheelchair behind him, this wheelchair was specially designed and extremely spacious, so seeing Atlas sitting in a wheelchair in such a large space made people feel like they were looking at a king sitting on the throne. Heulwen sighed in his heart, Atlas’s temperament was not much different from a year ago, even better.

*** Lisa’s POV I waited, watching Drax lean back in his makeshift throne—a beat-up recliner that had seen better days. The room itself reeked of something desperate, something hollow. The kind of place that pretends to be more than it is, much like Drax himself.

She loved it there. Drake had his laptop in his hands again as he walked away from Anna. With a sneer on her face, she watched him as he had his seat on his chair which she occasionally kept warm whenever she felt the need to take a journey on his swirling chair which he had just purchased a day before. Something within Anna suspected he bought that specific chair to keep her occupied, because. Cause, who doesn't love swirling office chairs? But she was just getting ahead of herself. The man probably just needed a seat change.