The Distraction Morgan Elizabeth Novels & Stories

"What is going on here Mandy? I asked the secretary she slapped who already had tears on her face. Good day boss. This lady came in here claiming to be your fiance and requesting to be let into your office. I told her you were not in yet but she wouldn't listen to me as she tried entering your office so Ruth and I stopped her from going in considering you were not in and we do not know what her plans were. Then sh turned around and started hitting us" she concluded and I glanced at Chloe who was already sitting and crossing her legs. Chloe what was the meaning of that? Haven't I warned you to stop coming to my office to harass my employees? Why are you even here in the first place? I shrieke

We then drank and talked about some stuff until Javan and his father left us to discuss some private issues. Morgan and I talked about random stuff and then she handed me a black card. “ You're a beautiful woman , Elizabeth and I'd like to work with you. Have you ever thought about modelling?” She started. I was startled.” Umm…I already work for Mr Torres and I'm quite okay with it.” She chuckled, waving a hand.” Don't worry about him, we're partners and most of his employees are with us. It's just something we organised to boost business. Don't you want to be the face of his company if you pass the review?”

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

Morgan raised his gaze and looked at the woman standing tall before him. "Selena!" That was what she remembered at the moment. Her face showed no reaction whatsoever. "Morgan." The woman walked closer to Morgan, still staring at her with his piercing gaze. "Stop where you are!" Morgan said firmly. Morgan stood before the woman, a famous model and designer at Dynalis. "What makes you dare to meet me?" Asked Morgan with his fierce face. He did not show any welcoming attitude towards the arrival of the woman she remembered as Selena. "Morgan, Sorry, I didn't mean to leave you Because My mom and My Dad,"

Declan did not specifically tell me their numbers… but aren’t six too much? “Elizabeth Miller. My mom used to be the Queen’s court ladies. Please to meet you, Miss Lamperogue.” Elizabeth then smiled sweetly. Among them, she looked the youngest. Her height aside, her face looked much… younger, and fresh. I did the same, and waited for the thers to introduce themselves, though it probably would take me a week to recognize them by their names. “I’m Jillian Morgan.” “Marshall Fletcher, Miss Genevieve. I heard a lot about you from the Lycans in my town. Please to finally meet you.”

Morgan couldn't help but shake his head, "Auntie, what are you talking about? How can I be deceived by a woman? What kind of woman can deceive me? Isn't this a joke?" "Why not? You are a man. But... Deceitful women are everywhere. They want to deceive people, of course, they look at who are you. You are Morgan, the head of the Blackstorm Group. The woman who wants to get close to you can queue to the moon. Of course, no one will lie to ordinary people, but you are very different!”

His eyes had no focus as his face was already disfigured. As much as Elizabeth was enjoying Greg withering like a worm she couldn't stay here she had one more mission and that was to go kill Megan. It was either now or never. “Say hello to the devil's because you are going to hell”. She yelled on top of her longs making sure her voice was named with mockery. “I am Elizabeth Chase. The only daughter of the most influential man who has the wealth of generations. The most cunning and manipulative person you will ever meet. I am always ten steps ahead”. She praised herself before taking slow elegant steps outside leaving Greg to burn down into ashes.

Eliza squealed with glee. “Well, I'd better start making princess costumes,” Morgan declared. “You can do that?” Eliza asked, her eyes as big as plates. “Absolutely, Eliza. I design clothes for a living,” Morgan advised. “Can I pick the colour for everyone?” Eliza pleaded, gripping her hands together. “Yes. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, Ok?” Morgan asked. “Okie dokie,” Eliza said. The doorbell rang, and Nathan hopped up to answer it. It was Madison. They disappeared into the kitchen for a minute, then Madison appeared in the living room by herself. I saw Nathan walk towards the front door.

Morgan. "Why didn't you knock? You startled me," Mrs. Morgan said, picking up her phone from the floor. However, Dora remained silent. Still a bit upset, Mrs. Morgan approached her, subconsciously seeking an apology. When she turned Dora to face her, she noticed that Dora was crying. Mrs. Morgan's initial anger dissolved, and she gazed at Dora, contemplating how to address her tears. Before she could say anything, Dora spoke in a somber voice.

They exchanged panicked looks. “What was that?” Morgan demanded. I'd used the distraction to get close to him and I laid one hand on his arm. “That was the main event. I'm just the distraction.” I smiled again. “What did you do?” He snarled, batting my hand off him. Without waiting for an answer, he barked orders at his people. A few of them ran off to investigate while the rest of them closed in the gap. I sighed as I watched them leave. “Too bad. You just sent innocent men to their deaths. But I suppose they are not so innocent, given the things you've been making them do.”