Secret Class Manhea Novels & Stories

said Gamal sounding scared. There was a thrill behind the voice of a man who liked to chase celebrities around the world. An unusual demeanor that in the slightest Hilda did not suspect that Gamaliel was under threat. Not only that, the man seemed to have difficulty speaking as if he was injured. “What’s wrong with you? We can’t just change the plan, their secret is getting out a little bit. You and I can become rich with this news,” explained Hilda not wanting to back down. After finding out that Sean didn’t really love Evelyn and had another woman behind his back, would make them rich, especially if she could make a chronology of their affair. Imagine how many media would buy the pictures

She did a quick mental check to see of she can run out incase the situation turn worse but unfortunately her unexpected guest was standing by the only exit. "Surprised to see me?, or are you scared by my presence that you cannot talk?" He said as he slowly closes the distance between. "How-w are you hhere?" Rhea asked as apprehension made her stammer. She had last seen him at the correctional centre. "I knew you would ask, but you see that is a secret and it will remain so. And I will teach you how to keep a secret" he replied, his hand closing around her neck. Rhea felt a streak of sweat trail down her back, she couldn't think of anything as her mind went completely blank.

“They reveal the motives, the manipulations, the betrayals I’ve endured… and the ones I’ve committed, consciously or otherwise.” Elena’s pulse quickened. Secrets had always been the currency of their lives, shaping actions, creating distance, and fostering misunderstandings. Tonight, the promise of transparency stirred a cautious hope within her. She moved closer, examining the files, each labeled carefully: Marcus Blackwell, Vivienne Roth, Julian Crane, Elena Harper—her name alone igniting a complex mix of anxiety and anticipation.

"Any results?" Mo Yuhan asked coldly. The temperature seemed to be dropping with every second passing by. Secretary Yu inadvertently shivered "P..President, we can't get much information. Everything is sealed up except...." "Speak." 'President Mo, must you torture me like this? Can't you be a bit warm towards this loyal secretary of yours?' Secretary Yu broke into cold sweat "Cough..Tang Meili was involved with the Kingsman Faction." 'Bang'

Caius said looking at the menu. "And may I ask why?" "He is not a good man. Too many personal dirty stories." "Then why are you doing business with him?" I asked confused. "He is good in business. Simple." He shrugged. I just shook my head. On the cue, Mr. Lewis arrived with his secretary. He was a man in his middle fifties, very fit though. He had a big white beard. His secretary was wearing too much vulgar clothes for my understanding. She looked in her early twenties.

"Want to eat me up?" Justin began smiling as he had understood the question in another sense. " Alright let's get to business, you'll have to reorganize my schedule " he hands him a file" everything you need to know is in here" " Okay " Justin says as he remains standing there pacing back and forth not knowing where to settle. "Here" Drake said as Justin turned to see him holding a key in his hand. " That door, that will be your section. "What, in the same office as you?" Justin said his face squeezing in anger

The security man said and he nodded. He parked Infront of Aziza’s apartment and the security man walked to him . “Sir, Habeeb is with me in my room sir... “ He said to him “Your room?” He asked. “Where is she?” he pointed towards the Aziza’s apartment.. “Yes, she left for work some minutes ago... She talked about going to get a cab early ...” The security man explained. “Seriously?” he asked to be sure he heard the man well and he nodded.

He confessed. "Go to the office in my house. The third bookshelf is on the right. Pull the grey book, and a secret door will open. The safe in that room contains all the documents of his properties, especially bunkers where he hides in the West and South. I will advise you to ensure Gordon Miles, Sean Garret, Joan Clayman, and Wilson Carson are out of the way before you go for him. I have one thing to request," He said, and I looked at him. It was obvious he was waiting for this day.

Safe. Or so he thought. He was halfway through signing another document when the door to his office burst open. Jason — his usually composed PR manager — rushed in, phone in hand, eyes wide. “Sir— you need to see this.” Adrian frowned. “What is it?” Jason wordlessly handed over the phone. Across the glowing screen, the headline blared like a siren. “Adrian Blackwood: The Tycoon With A Secret Child? Anonymous source reveals shocking details about the billionaire’s hidden family life.”