The Long Awaited Mr Han Novels & Stories

I glanced at Emily and Madam Isabel, but they all had this knowing look that I couldn't quite fathom. "Good thing you did. I was just talking about bringing you here with Mr. Giordano, from that boy's house or wherever you were, if necessary. But here you are." I stared in disbelief as resounding steps ascended the stairs. "Mr. Giordano?" I was shocked. Why was I going to be forced to come here if I hadn't shown up? What baffled me more was the fact that they knew I was out of jail. "Hello, Moore," the extremely intimidating yet captivating voice of the man I had rejected six years ago sounded before me. His kingly aura filled the entire house. "It's good that you're back!”

Rani said laughing. “Oh, then you all must have witnessed some smoke coming from his ears too right.” I said high fiving her. We didn’t see someone standing in front of my desk until that someone cleared his throat. We both suddenly turned around and saw that Mr.Stone is standing there fuming at me. We both immediately stood up gulping and looking at each other and then at Mr.Stone. Then we heard Maam coming out of her cabin and stood beside Mr.Stone smiling at us. And the remaining staff just did what they always do like sitting silent and there is that stupid pin drop silence.

“ I will accept, but first, I have a request” “ Go ahead and speak”. “ I want to see my mother before the wedding”. She demanded and just then, the residence cell phone rang. A white male with an impressive height and domineering aura strides through the hallway of the large and famous Clint Empire with a large number of bodyguards strolling behind him. He wore an expensive designer suit that hung around his body perfectly, his shiny jet-black hair was styled Jerry's role and the air around him was warm but intimidating. His secretary Ms. Sophia Wells, a white female in her early thirties walked next to him while reading out his schedule for the day from her iPad.

Thought of last night filled my mind so much and I feel I could write out every detail of how it happened. I managed to look up to the front of the class and he walked to the podium still smiling forcefully, “As I was saying before the interruption, I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to come yesterday, so… I’m Edwin Clark, I will be your Economics professor as from this semester. I’ll love everyone to be free with me and welcome to ask me any questions” The whole class gave him a stand-up ovation but I just sat there staring at him, feeling as though this was his ghost that came to haunt me.

However, one thing that I noticed about this individual was that he had many females lurking around him and they were all models. I knew that in the back of my mind, there is still this small voice stating that I could never beat a model when it comes to a man since they are paid for their looks whilst I'm not. However, I didn't get much time to think about this daunting idea that I still had as I was interrupted by my nan and a woman next to her who looked around the same age as my mother. "Nipotina dear, I would like you to meet Iris, she is the wife of Arron McKinley who you may know as the previous CEO of McKinley Enterprise." My Nan introduced this sweet lady to me, and I knew I recogni

The other ladies chatted and laughed with themselves but ignored me as though I wasn't even there, but who cares I wasn't here because of them. Thirty minutes later, at exactly 4 pm, a man who strangely looked familiar to me came out of the elevator and our eyes locked on each other and a look of recognition and surprise flashed in his eyes. I could see it before the man masked it away and put on a serious and cold look. Since Henry’s office was made of glass he immediately rushed to him and welcomed him. Oh, so that means he is Liam Taylor the CEO then, I thought to myself as I saw Henry greet him. But the greeting wasn't a formal one it was more like they are friends.

Just when they thought his friends were going to get mad at him as well, the youngsters heard Harrison speaking as if spying on that old man was a suicidal mission. Next thing, they heard Jocelyn speak. “If anything happens to these boys, we'd have ourselves to blame.” Their eyes almost fell off their sockets. Who was this Mr. Hans anyways? Wasn't he the same old man who worked in that shabby old store in the city's centre? Realising this, Bob quickly asked, “Please, which Mr. Hans do you speak about? The old man who's house is down my lane?” “No kidding, who else do you know bearing the name ‘Mr. Hanson’?” asked Harrison, raising his arms.

Ally has all the rights and does whatever she wants. I suddenly remembered Mr. Han. What happened at the appointment meeting we requested from him? "Anna, can you please check my schedule with Mr. Han? What took him so long to talk to us? He said he would finish all his meetings and then set an appointment for us." I asked her in frustration. "Yes, Ms. Hannah, I even reminded his assistant today about that, and that's what he said as well. Mr. Han will finish all his meetings, and then He'll proceed with our business proposal with them." Anna clarified.

Seeing his face so clearly now only deepens the pit in my stomach. The room erupts into applause, led by a man sitting at one of the center tables. His slow claps are followed by laughter as others join in, their enthusiasm sickening. “Mr. M has done it again!” one of them shouts, his voice thick with amusement. Mr. M. That’s his name. Or at least what they call him.

They both frowned at my question, their expressions unreadable. “Look who’s awake now,” Camilla said with a sarcastic tone. My head was spinning, making it hard to focus on anything. “We will be there soon; just hold on a little longer,” Mr. Han said, his voice calm but lacking warmth. “Be where? Where are you taking me to?” I fought to ask, my head throbbing with a sharp pain that felt like it was splitting apart. “Just relax,” Mr. Han said. “We’ll get to the destination soon. Then, you’ll be out of your misery. You’ll get a chance to be reborn. If you’re not well, it doesn’t matter now, does it?”