Unstoppable Morgan Patreon Novels & Stories

“Morgan & Associates’ new CEO, Destiny Morgan, didn’t just write a check. She brought her own son to play with the kids and made sure every child received gifts, fresh supplies, and a generous donation that will fund much-needed renovations and programs for months to come.” I had transferred a substantial amount into their account that morning. Enough to repair the leaking roof, update the kitchen, and hire an extra teacher. The press ate it up. Comments flooded in under the videos. Some were skeptical, of course.

Morgan grinned. "Wow, congratulation brother..." Ethan said. "I wish you mean it" Morgan smirked. "I can see you're done with what you came here for, can you kindly leave now,there's so much work to do"Ethan said. "I can't believe a billionaire like you is still alternating shifts in his companies and working hard like a pauper. You still haven't changed"Morgan groaned. "You can get people to do this shits for you,you don't have to work everyday" He added.

"What are you studying at Sarton University?" "Economics," Dante answered, his voice clear and confident. "Majoring in finance, minoring in mathematics." "What's your GPA?" "Three point nine," he said without boasting, simply stating the fact. "Family background?" Dante's expression darkened, pain flashing through his eyes. "My father passed away three years ago. My mother is currently receiving treatment at the hospital. I have a younger sister in high school. My family has a lot of debt, mainly from the medical expenses."

At the proof that someone Adriana was working with had sold her out for money. He’d helped destroy her reputation because Victoria Castellano had written a check. "Why would he do it?" I asked. "Morgan's been with that company for years. Why throw it away now?" Connor's finger clicked away with speed. Later, he pulled up medical records. Insurance claims. Hospital bills. "His daughter. Emily Morgan. Twelve years old was diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder two years ago. Treatment costs are astronomical and she needed experimental therapy that is not covered by insurance."

How dare Wobble use him as a shield? Yondu turned to Chad and grinned. "My offer still stands. Are you willing to sell it?" Chad had not expected Yondu to be so focused on the Blood Ganoderma Lucidum. He sneered, "Sorry, but I'm not selling it!" Chad was about to leave. As he turned around, he noticed a familiar face among the crowd. It was Morgan! Morgan appeared dazed, like he had been hypnotized. He moved behind a group of people like a puppet.

“They don’t know I’m changed. For them, I am still among the faithful. A survivor of Guardian persecutions who went underground. I can slip through their networks without fear.” “You’re going to be among people who will kill you if they know the truth, and you’ll be alone,” I said. "No backup. No support. If you get exposed we can’t extract you before they kill you.” Morgana's response was simple. Calm. “I have a debt I can never fully repay. To Lyra. To everyone I hurt. This is to the new order I almost destroyed. I will try to pay back even some of that debt.”

"Morgan, do you not like me? Why not buy me and pay my Dad off?" "What?" Morgan gasped, "Where do I get such money from? The starting price is 1 million dollars. I warned you about selling Angela off, but you never listened to me. Now see…" Morgan scolded me, but I knew that he likes me, and that was why he had helped me. "Please, Morgan, if you do not help me out, then be ready to watch me commit suicide as I cannot be an old man's sex slave…"

He didn’t slam anything or shout, but the message was clear: ‘His patience had finished in that hall. The moment he stepped away, Mrs. Morgan turned straight to me. “Mellisa,” she said softly—so softly it almost didn’t match her usual personality. “I or the company don’t even have 600 billion to repay the investor. You are the only one who can help the Morgan Group at the moment.” I blinked once and then twice. Her sudden gentleness was almost irritating. “You could have had the money,” I replied calmly before she could start sugarcoating anything again, “but your son set fire to everything you built which I was part of the establishing process, big time.”

Morgan: [I don't understand the life of rich people.] Heartless Rogue: [Isn't your family pretty rich too? I heard that you are a famous big shot in Brookville.] Morgan: [My family has money, but it's under my father's control! He didn't give me a penny. Why do you think I established Emeraldshade Forum on my own at such a young age? Why do I need to do such a pitiful and shady small business, boohoohoo…]

"You...!" "Miss Vogt, am I right? Morgan's ability is obvious to all. Over the years, he has supported the Blackstorm family alone and made the Blackstorm family grow stronger. Does he need to borrow the influence of the Vogt family? I don’t know, I hope you can educate me!”