Novel & Cerita White Clad Noble Boss

he explained gently, pretending to be exhausted. Tyeron just clicked his tongue because he knew the man's true intentions, and by the way, the name Mikael mentioned is another friend of theirs, Boss Meruem. They call him that because he acts like a king when giving orders and moving around. He doesn't know about that friend of his; the news is that he's in Nevada now. He just arrived yesterday. He's always too busy; that's why he wasn't there when Maximo got married, and he doesn't really like gatherings, so that's how it is.

"Have the next phase initiated,i want all assets liquidated by dusk. Let's have the Gu's corporation hanging on a thin thread" "Sure boss!", the dark figure lowered his head in a quick nod, his rough eyes lingering on the boss's broad busy figure stir- frying vegetables by the stove. Even when preparing meals,the boss's aura had diminished a bit - the stark contrast made his eyes twitch. How far was the boss willing to go for that pretty boy's sake? Even declining himself to mere kitchen chores, at this point, there was absolutely nothing he wouldn't do. Slow, steady steps descended from the stairs and Alan's slender figure appeared; wearing a dark,silk shirt that hanged lazily off his fair

🚨 ALERT: INTRUSION DETECTED IN SECTOR ZERO. A glowing crimson holographic projection burst into life above the table, overriding our data files. It was a live broadcast from the White Mane home territory. Standing in the center of my pack's council chambers was Uncle Gideon. He was dressed in the heavy, silver-plated robes of a High Council diplomat, surrounded by an entire battalion of elite Vanguard executioners.

“Give me everything." A dangerous, wicked smirk, unlike anything I had ever seen, curled on his lips. It made my heart flutter, made my pussy whimper “Hold on tight then.” he urged, pulling my dress over my head and tossing it to the side of the room where my heels were I was completely naked. Complete naked in front of my boss. Clayton Voss, and I felt no shame. Not a single flicker His large warm hands traced between my aching, heavy breasts. “God. You're perfectly made Yvonne.” he breathed, eyes on my rising moulds

But I must use this for a different reason. This dress has no back at all, and the slit is above my waist. I approach my desk grinning and grab a note that says, "You must have met my devoted friend, Celius. He's friendly and won't bite humans unless told to, so don't be alarmed. We just have a lot of nobles to capture this night, so dress accordingly." I say his written words as a whisper on my lips. I place the items back on my desk and go to my balcony to get some fresh air, but what I find there is some kind of mist instead of fresh air.

Whispers rippled through the crowd as our horses trotted over the cobblestones. "Is that her? Is that Clara Sterling?" a noblewoman in a heavy silk mantle whispered behind her lace fan, her eyes wide as she stared at me. "She doesn't look disgraced," a wealthy merchant muttered nearby, eyeing my dark-leather riding tunic, polished iron breastplate, and the silver wolf brooch pinned over my fur cloak. "Look at how she holds her reins. She looks like a high commander." "I heard she captured fifty chests of black-market dark-steel," another warrior whispered in awe. "And Prince Cassian is hiding in his estate, refusing to answer the High Arbiter's summons!"

Sensing no answer he could get from his lightning, he decided to turn his attention back to the people who's just walked in. These people looked very much from high status, with the colorful and intricate designs in their fashion. There was, however, a person wearing simple white clothing walked in among them. Compared to the other who looked like nobles from a middle Europe to Japan, this certain person looked like a very capable person who wore out of conveniences. "Who's the man in white robe?" Jai asked the two windlets. Both of them had their attention on the arena as soon as the Royal members were mentioned.

Others shift in their seats, nerves frayed by what's missing. Ahead and slightly left of the raised platform, that is where we stand. Not hidden, not overlooked - seen clearly. Stiff as stone, Noah fills the tall chair, his frame tense, each angle saying how badly he wants a sword instead of silence. Black clothes him head to toe, nothing soft about it. Only break in the dark: a silver clasp fastened at his neck, shaped like the Wingknight beast, hammered fresh by hands from the northlands. He does not seem humble here. More like victory made still, seated against its will.

“Boss, if you are in a difficult position, then just let him go.” At this time, Clifford seemed drained of his physical strength. He seemed very lost, but he did not want to make things difficult for his boss. After all, the captive was someone his boss cared very much about. Tyr was stunned for a moment. At this time, the White-eyed Ivory Dragon, Olympias White, and the others also stepped up. “Boss, the dead are gone, but you still can protect the living.” “That’s right, Boss! Just let Dark Shura go.”

A thin line of blood stained her neck. I released a shaky breath, relief crashed into me so suddenly my knees nearly gave out. Thank the Moon Goddess, it wasn't her. The rogues exchanged uneasy glances. One of them knelt beside the corpse. "Boss, she's from a noble family." Another nodded. "The clothes alone are worth a fortune." Zane crouched beside the body. His movements were surprisingly graceful for a man his size. He examined the wound briefly and then he stood, cold and expressionless.