Novel & Cerita Talentless Owner

"I'm telling you, you are thin.” Salvatore frowned, he opened his mouth to say something but his mom beat him to it. "By the way what happened to your house help, I noticed your secretary is missing as well," she asked. "Yeah, what happened to them?" Giovanni asked with a smirk, and Salvatore felt the urge to wipe it off of his face. "They were incapable of the duties they were employed for, so I fired them, besides they were already outdated," Salvatore said. "What do you mean outdated?" Mrs De Rosso asked.

She quickly said, “Boss Tucker, you can’t simply revoke our Parizino Group’s leasing eligibility in the city center. I need a reason.” “A reason?” Tyr smiled half-heartedly as he walked over to Tina. “Do you still not understand? The reason is that I own the city center.” “You… your…” Tina couldn’t accept this reality at all. “That’s right. I’m the back-end owner of the city center. I’ll tell you another interesting fact. Earlier, you said that you didn’t know which deity the Hill family offended, right? It was me. That Chris Hill was trying to make a move on my wife, so I annihilated the entire Hill family.”

‘You’re not qualified,’ and such words were filled with disdain. “Give me your owner’s contact,” came Charmine’s calm reply. “I’ll contact him myself.” “Sigh. Why won’t you listen? As I said, you’re not qualified. There’s no point even if you contact our owner,” argued the serving staff with a disdainful look. “I’ve seen too many people like you. You’re just a nouveau riche, thinking you can do anything and everything with some money, right? Don’t you think there are places you can’t enter even with money? Do you even want to meet our owner? Do you think our owner will meet anyone? Please leave, leave, leave!”

No theatrics. Just an absurdly calm seven-foot-tall man looking directly at you. He glances at the woman. Then at the six people. Then at ME. Finally: “You must be the new owner.” I look him up and down. Then sigh. “At last. Someone who looks appropriately expensive.” He almost smiles. Almost. Then he says: “We need to talk about the castle.” Me: “No. First you're going to explain why your employees have been freeloading on my property for forty years.”

“Don’t use it.” I frowned. “Huh? Why?” He clutched his chest, breathing rough. “That product causes cancer. On the news, over four hundred women already have cancer. It’s not ordinary. It’s our product.” My eyes widened. “You’re… you’re joking, sir.” “Wish I was. I’m cancer positive now.” “Oh my days…” My heart skipped. “Isn’t that the same company Tressa owns?” He scoffed bitterly. “Technically, yes. She’s the owner now. But she’s an evil bitch. She stole the Dante’s wealth. Every single property belongs to us—she’s taking it all.”

They all didn’t know details about anything, they found out who the owner of the company was with the rest of the public. “Every meeting was had with a man that claimed to be his assistant” That was the same thing all of them said it was like barking at the wrong tree nothing gave result We were able to stall the election for a while, though some fools kept submitting useless petitions, insisting it should still hold. All that nonsense was starting to get on my nerves. After what Leon pulled and the big revelation that he owned a multi-billion dollar company. I knew some people would have switched sides. That was something I couldn’t afford. I couldn’t go in blind, knowing the odds had chang

I huffed, "whatever are his 'Special Needs'." Graham laughed. "You make it sound like he's some kind of psychopath." "He could be," I shrugged. "You're not telling me anything." "Well, for a start," he began, leading me to what I supposed was a dressing room at the back of the bar. "His name's Lorenzo Vitale, and you're only to do whatever he tells you to--" I came to an abrupt halt. "Lorenzo Vitale?" Graham looked at me strangely. "Yes. Self made billionaire, owner of the largest grossing c--"

Either I was getting scammed, or he was defective. The owner must’ve read my expression because he rushed to explain. “His training went a little… sideways. Most fox faes study how to please their owners. This one? He studied how to make money. Humans always wish for wealth, right? Well, he can help you get rich.” Help me get rich? Okay, that got my attention. “Then why hasn’t anyone bought him?” I asked. The owner rubbed his hands awkwardly. “Oh, he has been sold a few times. But the customers kept trying to get… intimate with him. He hated it, so he kept running away.”

A dark tether of obsession that she couldn’t seem to cut, no matter how hard she tried. “I’m not a possession,” Elena whispered. “You don’t own me.” Killian moved closer, black eyes smoldering into hers. "No, I don't own you," he said, moving another step. "But I'm the only one who gets to see all of you. Even the parts you try to hide.".

“Wow. Do I need to curtsy?” Everyone around me laughed, including Estelle, Linden’s wife, Sadie, Cendric’s wife, whom I followed on I*******m. Of course, I already met Adley. I’ve watched London Striker’s wife, on the internet, who owns a ready-to-wear clothing brand, London Hester. And they were all billionaires. Damn. I wished I could vanish right now. If this floor had a hole, it could swallow me now. I didn’t care.