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why I didn't listen it carefully? That means the Knight Empire is nothing but Xavier Knight Empire. Oh No! What should I do now? I looked at Noah nervously. He smirked at me making me froze on my spot. "Thanks Chloe but I would like to introduce myself properly to Mrs Rosaline. I am Noah Miller, CEO of Miller Corporation and he is Xavier Knight, CEO of Knight Empire, my friend and a well renowned billionaire of United Kingdom" He smirked while ogling at me. What's happening?

KNIGHT'S CLUB Sarah stood outside the buzzing club while reading the name of the club several times. "Knight's club? Knight as in King. So, Mr King owns this club?" She asked herself in disbelief which could be confused as shock. She looked down at her phone to see only five minutes left to complete half past eleven as well as Mr King's given time. Then she opened her messaging application and opened an inbox which contained the messages which she received from Mr King. It was a private number. There were only two messages.

Mr Knight lets out a defining laugh before he chucks the gun one side and grabs a knife. “Very well then, we fight till the death,” he yells out as he runs towards me and swipes the knife in my direction. I swerve out of the way and run towards the door but to find it is locked. Cursing myself mentally I click my fingers and the vines grab Mr Knight by the hands and feet. He struggles in the vines and lets the knife go which I pick up and melt. His eyes go wide and he begs for his life, “I-I’m sorry! Please, please just l-let me go!” he is frightened.

He said Friday. He comes Thursday. I know because at 6:47 PM my studio buzzer goes off and I’m still in my work clothes with mood boards spread across every surface and a pencil tucked behind my ear that I completely forgot about, and when I open the door Adrian Knight is standing there in his travel coat looking slightly rumpled in a way he never allows himself to look in public. He’s also holding a book. Not flowers. Not wine. A book. Large. Hardcover. Wrapped in brown paper with a small card tucked

I am seated in the most secluded part of the café. I continued reading some of my notes. “Do you know Mr. King’s daughter is the fiancée of Mr. Alexander Knight?” Another woman strikes a conversation with her friend, a little bit from where I was but I heard my father’s name that’s why my ears instantly hooked in their conversation. I couldn’t hear her words after saying my father’s name because the barista was calling someone’s name for their coffee. “Really?” Her exaggerated reaction made some people threw a glance at their table. It was so fucked up because after that, they started whispering at each other. I couldn’t hear it anymore!

He looked up and saw me sitting at my desk. He stopped moving. His face went pale, then a deep, angry red. He walked straight toward me. His heavy boots clicked against the marble floor. "My office," he said. His voice was a low growl. "Now." I stood up and reached for my tablet and the white envelope in my bag. “I have the updates for the Paris trip ready, Mr. Knight.” I followed him into his office. He slammed the door so hard the glass vibrated. He turned on me, his eyes blazing.

Thirty-seven years ago, Indаn urbаn. Phl Knight, the good-looking young American businessman, is somewhat proficient in Hindi — a fact that bodes well for his advantage in nеgotiating difficult deals such as this. Quick, dependable, and aggressive in the greatest American business tradition. And wearing tennis shorts and a tee-shirt to a business meeting, EGAD!

Ok Father" Cable nodded. "Look at me cable" Mr knight said to cable with a serious voice. "I know you don't want to marry Jenna. she is not the perfect girl for our family, but right now we have no other choice. Please don't misunderstand your father. I know what's going in your head. Trust your friend. They love you more than me and will do anything for your happiness so do i " Mr knight said and walked away from the office. Cable looked at the computer which was the show's the company stocks. He turns around and walks out of the room.

His voice trembled now, and it matched the way my eyes widened. That name together with his face sounded so familiar. Mr. Knight. Where the fuck have I heard this name from? "Yes!" "Holy shi... Ahhh, Mr. Knight. We're so sorry for being so incompetent. Please, forgive us, sir." I suddenly felt the cold and dark aura that oozed out of him. "I will prefer you use those damn hands of yours instead of your mouth. Now!" "Yes, sir. Please hang tight... I swear ten minutes top you will be out of there, sir."

Cathleen: Yeah, I know. Old Mr. Knight: However, since you have become a Knight, no one will be able to harm you. Well, I will be coming this Saturday. I hope you are not working. Cathleen: I can never be too busy for you. Old Mr. Knight: Great! See you Saturday, kiddo.