Novel & Cerita Mr Argont

Alpha Darren acted immediately after hearing the recording of Annabelle's conversation with Miranda. The first person he wanted to see and who he thought was the key witness was the one who was driving the boat. Alpha Darren knew Diana and George couldn't be driving the boat, so he believes someone is helping them. This was strengthened by Cedric's confirmation that there was indeed a member of the army who used to be a member of the Pack Delonix who then asked to become a member of Pack Kyne.

“You’ve seen him as the last person entering Argen’s room. But he’s forced to that.” “Are you trying to make me feel conscience of what I’ve done? Argen can read people’s mind if whether they’re lying or not. And she won’t tolerate punishment if you did once. Thus, I am also forced to tell the truth,” she replied, not trying to sound pitiful but the way she’s making a try of having herself look confident of what she was doing. She’s trying to nail it to the bottom, and would focus a thought of achieving her perspectives was right after all.

He shook his head at me. I was about to understand what he was saying when I heard Argo's name called to speak on stage. "Come with me," he whispered again. He grabbed my arm again, leading me to the side of the function hall. My heart skipped a beat as I watched Argo standing handsomely on the stage. He's probably the most gorgeous and hot guy in this room. Everyone turned their heads when he started his speech. "This is a disaster." Paul whispered while watching Argo on the stage.

"You already knew about Argos." "My legal team discovered the name recently. We are investigating it. But I am curious what you know." "Not enough. That is the problem." He leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Argos Holdings was a ghost. It existed on paper for five years, moved money through a dozen different accounts, and then vanished. But before it vanished, it made one payment that I have been trying to trace for two years. A payment to a woman named Margot Vane." The coffee shop felt very quiet. "Who is Margot Vane?"

Securing the Lycan chairmanship position was of utmost importance, and I couldn’t let anything jeopardize that—even if it meant enduring those insults thrown at Olivia. I believed she too would endure, I thought. “Coward,” Argon growled. But I ignored him. He was a beast after all, I thought. “You are the beast—a self-centered and foolish beast. No… a fucking coward monster,” Argon flared up, raining curses on me. I stood there on the podium, mute and numb. It had been a while since I had seen Argon this furious. The last time was when my first love died. Fuck…

In a towering building, the words Argantara Group is displayed in front of it. A company managed by a young entrepreneur who is known to be strict and cold, a property company that is at the peak of its glory. The man in the gray suit got out of the car, his face was very handsome with a sharp nose and white skin. Not forgetting the sunglasses that are always seen perched on the bridge of his nose, the man walks with dignity past his employees. No one can resist the good looks and charisma of Arion Dirgantara, the owner of the Argantara Group company which is a branch of Jonathan's father's company.

Argo said, walking back into the room and sitting down on his bed. "Is it really so bad if Mila and Eli go on a date? He’s not so,-" "Don’t fucking tell me he’s not so bad. You know what a condescending ass he is. People call me arrogant, but I at least come out with it. He thinks he’s the Goddess gift on fucking earth, the perfect future Alpha that can do no fucking wrong. He’s a fucking know-it-all, while in reality he doesn’t know shit." Argo said, unable to sit down anymore out of anger, he began pacing the room.

He needed stability, and for some reason, Arga was the only thing standing between him and total mental collapse. "Tomorrow," Arga said, his voice echoing in the narrow space, "you have a meeting with Mr. Broto. He is a man who deals in blood, not ink. He does not care about your charming personality or your fancy slides. He cares about leverage." "I am not going," Anji gasped, clutching the railing. "I cannot do this tomorrow. I need..."

Argo stepped out of the window, and I expected him to climb down, but he jumped, landing in some cool head roll. Yeah, I don’t think I can land on my feet. So I climbed down a bit and let myself hang from the side of the building before letting go, dropping to the ground. Argo was already carrying his burrito over his shoulder, gas mask gone from his pretty face, “let’s go.” Mission accomplished—well, our mission. I was kind of disappointed I didn’t see Maverick, but that was the whole point. Get in, get out, and don’t get caught.

The Argent's manor, a seven hundred million dollar worth of real estate, was located at the top of a hill, giving the occupants a wonderful view of part of the city. Arian's father, Sir Richard De' Argent, loved the privacy and security it brought. So he had bought the hill as a private property. The young master took an experienced sip from his glass and stared ahead emotionlessly with a hand in his pocket. Under the pale shadows of the fading moon, the city looked serene but subtly energetic. The street lights and slight traffic jam made its glow magical... Just like her smile. Arian De' Argent didn't know when that thought crossed his mind, but he didn't bother pushing it away either...