Novel & Cerita What Is Mr Compress Real Name

She took a flamethrower to everything I had built and smiled while it burned. My spare phone buzzed on the desk, it was an unknown number. I answered anyway. A distorted voice came through, calm and cold. “Mr. Pritchett. We understand you’re having some… difficulties. We specialize in solving problems like yours, permanently.” I froze. “Who is this?” “The kind of people who make inconvenient witnesses disappear. For the right price. Your wife has become very inconvenient.” My mouth went dry. “You’re offering…?” “We’re offering options. Think about it. We’ll be in touch.”

Yan pouted and April glared reluctantly at her. “ Pleeeeease” Yan pleaded. April let out a frustrating groan. “ Fine, I won’t tell him a thing” She said. “ Promise?” Yan asked. “ Promise” She replied and Yan beamed. *. *. * Steven was busy discussing a project with Mr. Feng, a director of an animation industry. Steven’s female secretary, Miley, was also present and she did most of the talking. Steven paid rapt attention. Well not until his phone buzzed, snapping his attention to it.

We needed answers. "That was Mr. Dechart and his men. He's a billionaire who is involved in criminal activities. I owe him $100,000 but I don't have the money." Questions came to me at once. Why was dad involved with this man? Who was he? Why was he doing this? "How did you get involved with him?" Hunter asked and we sat down in the chairs facing dad.

I rolled my lips inside my mouth and looked at his hand. He's really my husband? " You were in induced coma since last two days." He said, trying to built up a conversation. I nodded, once again. " I don't want to stay on this hospital bed. Please take me away from here." I exhaled a breath. He smiled but his smile was almost pale and broken. I tried to smile back but failed, miserably. *** I chewed on my inner cheeks in anticipation and stared at the ceiling. I don't remember anything. Not even my name. Well now I know that my name is September Wilson but still.

Then who do you want to act as Ailee 's boyfriend. " Zinnia ask him . " Freddie, came in ." Suddenly a tall , young , handsome with fair skin man walking into the tents slowly. " This is my brother , younger brother Freddie . He is the owner of M&BR security system and multimedia genius company . His name in hacker's world is Red and gamers called him Master Red . His company profit reach tenth of billion a year . Those who had a big company and the bank owner knew him . The youngest CEO of the multimedia company under Moo's enterprise.

Everything gleamed with precision, luxury, and a sense of controlled power. “Bryan really does love perfection,” she murmured under her breath. A tall man approached with a professional smile. “I’m Ryan, the CEO’s personal assistant. You can just call me Ryan. I’m sure Noah briefed you on the basics, but let me be clear: what happens on this floor stays here. No scandals, no gossip, and absolutely no negative talk about the CEO. Confidentiality is everything.” His voice was calm, but there was an edge of warning. They stopped in front of a massive double door.

He rested his hand on the desk, waiting for her to respond. Her eyes were on her laptop, she seemed confused with whatever she was looking at. “I am sorry Sir, what's your name?” She asked him after being on her computer for about three minutes. “I am Mr. Kendrick Madavaski, Ceo of Ruserick Enterprises,” He boasted. “I am sorry Sir, but you don't have an appointment with the Ceo. You can kindly go downstairs and book an appointment and you will be given a time to come see her.” She explained to him.

MAYA If anyone would tell me that the CEO of Grey Textile and Clothing would ask me to be his model, I would call the person a big liar. But surprisingly he asked me to be his model. He even told me to drop the formalities and call him by his first name, Silver. It was like I was dreaming. But what bothered me was that Liam didn’t look too happy about the whole thing. It made me feel bad because if not for Liam, I wouldn't have met Silver and indulged in conversations with him enough for me to be his model.

Well, judging by his situation, he learnt this truth the hard way, too. " I have a solution then," he added, and I looked at him with curiosity. " I do not want to be a stranger to my own wife, so let me start. I am Marcus. I am thirty years old, the infamous son of the Dowes family. As you may have already noticed, I'm not a great cook, but I love reading. I am a big fan of all kinds of physical activities, and I have seen almost every country worth visiting." I could not help but laugh at this statement that was like a copy-paste from a dating app, but Marcus looked at me with a serious expression, waiting for my turn.

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.