Novel & Cerita Payphone Stable Ronaldo

I thanked him with kisses on his face and neck, and Romario chuckled, standing up to put on his shoes. Just then, his phone rang, and I handed it to him. Romario growled in annoyance, "It better be good." His eyes widened as he listened, and he muttered, "Shit." "Get the men ready, we'll attack when I arrive," he barked into the phone before ending the call. "Pet, I have to go now," he said, placing a quick kiss on my head. "Goodbye." With that, he was gone, leaving me feeling puzzled.

The table is quiet, all five players around the table look focused and concerned and rightfully so, thirty-six point nine million dollars at stake. I try to ignore my phone but the caller is persistent, I press answer to my ear. "What?" I snap. The voice that comes through is that of the last person I'd expect to call me. "I assumed you only answered the phone with arrogance because i was the caller," Sang-Yeon snickers, "It hurts to know I'm not getting special treatement." "What is it that you want this time, punk?" "I call with news and you insult me?" He pauses.

"Just save him. Please." I walked to the table. Sterling was gargling, his eyes wide with panic. "The f*e is two million dollars," I said, looking down at him. "Upfront. Non-refundable." The Beta choked. "You said one million on the phone!" "That was before you yelled at me," I said smoothly. "Do you want to argue, or do you want him to breathe?" The Beta frantically tapped his phone against the payment terminal Elena held out. A soft *ping* echoed in the room.

She had sensed the disappointment in the tone of his voice when he called her a failure. Out of ideas, she picked up her phone and called Rio. She knew he’ll come through for how but she had no idea how he would. ! Grrr! Grrr! Rio’s phone buzzed on the table where he had left it. He had been busy with his computer,editing some of Anita’s work as the editor he hired was delaying things. He grabbed the phone and smiled when he saw the caller. Mine,the identity of the caller read. He had changed her name on his phone after he had agreed to be his.

Riana embezzled the negligible amount of money she saw when she returned, which won’t last her for long. “Don’t worry, I’ll lend a hand. For now, I need to get myself a new phone,” Nora picked up the pieces of her broken phone. “Nora, I am sorry about your phone,” “It’s nothing. Godwin will get me another one. He can’t stay a day without calling me,” Nora said and put the broken phone inside her bag. Just then, Riana’s phone rang. She went to the room, where she tossed it away last night and picked it. It was Elizabeth. She was calling from the hospital. Riana was in no mood to answer the call, so she walked back to the sitting room with the phone still ringing in her hand.

I’m a better poker player than he is. “Of course,” he reaches into his pocket and hands his phone over. “Who are you calling?” “Rafael.”

In the presidential suite at the hotel. Ronald sat on the sofa, with his expression gloomy and terrifying. Oliver sat at the side, not daring to even breathe. "Ling, ling, ling." His cell phone rang, cutting through the silence in the room. Oliver looked at the incoming call, raised his head and looked at Ronald, "CEO, it's them." Ronald immediately took the phone and opened the answer button. The screen immediately showed tattooed man's face.

I just have this phone. “Ronald..” He is laughing. Bastard. “What? Don’t worry; I will give you a lump sum payment sufficient to cover the cost of another phone.” Why is he furious with me? There is nothing I’ve done wrong. He motioned for a naked girl to stop dancing and approach. Why is he contacting her now?

Raul interrupted, pulling out his phone. “What?” Clara and I said in unison, but Raul was already transferring the funds “Raul, no,” I began, but he held up a hand to silence me. “It’s worth it to clear your name señora,” The man leaned forward eagerly, his eyes glued to Raul’s phone as he tapped away. After a moment, the man’s own phone buzzed, and his grin grew impossibly wider. “Well, looks like we have a deal,” he said, pocketing his phone.

However, the next moment, his smile froze. "What happened?" Hailey asked quickly. Ronald was confused. "The call was hung up!" Hailey was stunned. "Impossible. Maybe it's a signal issue. Try calling again!" Ronald looked down and dialed the number again. The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered. Ronald tried several more times, but the result was the same—no one answered. Hailey's panic deepened. "What on earth is going on? Could it be that the Verdant Harvest Charity Foundation doesn't want to cooperate with us anymore?"