Mr Blind 소설 & 이야기

Framed press clippings of her past victories. Too bad those days were over. "You’ve been busy," Maddison began coldly, folding her arms. "Busy is my cardio." "You think you’re clever —" "I know I’m clever. But continue." "You have no idea what you’re getting into, Miss Brown. You think you’ve won just because you —" "Just because I uncovered the fact that your third wedding was illegal because your second divorce wasn’t finalized? Or because your ‘consulting’ firm ran a fake survey to sway a vote last year? Or is it because—"

“Honey, don’t waste your time on some lowlife like him. Guys like this get nervous even around normal police officers, let alone the chief of the Traffic Bureau.” I sniffed the acrid stench of alcohol and sneered. “Well then, let’s see who will be the ones scared when the traffic police show up.” With that, I lit a cigarette and took out my phone, about to make a call. However, the Maybach owner, who was visibly flustered, snatched it from me. “People like me don’t have time to waste with people like you. Just call your family and beg them for money already!” I had just returned from military service and honestly didn’t know who the so-called big shots in Jacksboro City were.

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.

She came back to reality fast , she released she was still at the auditions, she got way into the character she hoped it wouldn't cost her. She got up from the cold floor to meet a flabbergasted panel, they looked shocked, even Miranda did, and she hoped it was for good though, but she noticed Mr black still looking unfazed by her performance and for some reason she was disappointed, she knew he was the most important person in the panel and she wished he liked her performance. “Cut!”. Mr Black ordered. Grace shifted on her feet, her breathing unsteady. Was he not happy with the peperformance?

Elodie heard the unmistakable sound of a woman’s voice. “What? How are you here?” She heard him ask. He sounded excited to see her, more excited than she had ever seen him. “I don’t know, I got back into the country and I thought I should see you. We have a lot to talk about” The voice said. What the fuck is going on? Elodie thought to herself, approaching slowly. He was yet to notice her presence. “You… I have missed you so terribly” Henry sighed. Elodie’s eyes widened at his heartfelt admission and before she could make her presence known, she watched Henry draw the woman into the house, wrap his arms around her and kissed her square on the lips

Miguel raised his stern eyes to them. “I may be friends with gangsters and Mafioso, but the day a name lands on my desk, it will be treated like any other.” Miguel looked pointedly at Xander who stared at him with equal intensity. “I can respect that, District Attorney Ramirez.” Xander nodded curtly. “Good, now do you mind giving me a hand in the living room?” Miguel tugged open the fridge to retrieve a couple of beers and popped open the top as he began explaining to Xander what his plans were for the new home entertainment centre he bought.

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

I blink back to the present and clear my throat. “I did visit him,” I answer. “The doctor says his condition is stable. Nothing major has changed.” I try to sound neutral. I fail. “I miss him,” I admit quietly. “He would be proud of you,” Mum says, reaching for my hand across the table. I nod and focus on my food, pretending not to notice how tired she looks. She seems older than she should be. Smaller. Fragile. And I hate that I know why. “On the bright side,” Miles says, trying to lift the mood, “now that you’re working for that big company, we won’t struggle with hospital bills anymore, and Mum can quit that laundry job.”

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

Candlelight danced across the red-stained windows, glowing softly as thunder rumbled outside. In the middle of the hall stood a long black table, surrounded by old, tall chairs, each marked with ancient symbols. These chairs had stayed empty for many years. But tonight, all except one were filled. At the head of the table stood Sire Asher, the current master of Nightreign Clan. He did not speak right away. He didn’t need to. The elders knew why they were there. And when the final door sealed shut behind the last to arrive, Asher finally raised his gaze.