Mr Perfect Novels & Stories

After expending a great effort, Miranda managed to throw off the fatty's hand and politely said, "My apologies, mister. I really entered the wrong room. My friends are still waiting for me!" The fatty immediately blew up when he heard this, "You cheap slut! You clearly entered the wrong room on purpose. Why are you pretending to be innocent? You should thank your ancestors that I've taken an interest in you!" Miranda cursed inwardly. Someone ranking in the top ten of the richest people in the capital had a character like this? She recognized this fatty as the tenth person on that list. He was the chairman of the board of Royal Real Estate, Gilbert Hawk. He was an especially lecherous guy.

“Miss Hart, long time no see. How have you been?” A greasy voice interrupted. Piper turned to see a plump, middle-aged man standing before her. She internally recoiled but forced a smile. This was Mr. Doug, a wealthy investor. Winning his favor meant immediate funding, without even reviewing proposals. Previously, Piper had accompanied him for a few drinks, and he invested in the Hart family. But she had refused to do more for him—she found him unpleasant. “Mr. Doug! Long time no see. You’re still as dashing as ever!” Piper complimented, maintaining her charm.

I put it on anyway, and admired my reflection in the rearview mirror before hurrying out to meet him. He was shaking hands with a smart and cute-looking dude when I came in, and I looked down at the name on the schedule again. Mr. Scott Penman, CEO of Sterling Media. Could he be the one? I braced myself and approached them meekly, feeling the heat of attention Mich seemed to be getting from the ladies around. Why not? The guy was too handsome for his own good. If only they knew what sort of monster he was to me, and had even made me cry.

Claire stated, not showing any expression. “I’m Mr. Mark Merriweather, former CEO of this great company. I’ve been demoted to acting CFO for the time being.” The sixty-year-old man proclaimed he had a full head of gray hair. He is thin for his age but gives a sharp business aura when around. He always has a serious expression; never a smile could be seen on his aging face.

"Congratulations on completing your mission, Astrid. Your bonus has been transferred to your bank account. "We wish you a smooth and happy life in the real world. You may call me any time if you ever wish to take on another assignment." With that, the System fell back into a deep slumber. After receiving the 100-million-dollar bonus from the System, I finally got to live the lavish life of my dreams. Free from Caspian and the ungrateful Noah's contempt, and clear of Erin's schemes, I had endless joy and more money than I could ever spend in a lifetime. My future looked incredibly bright.

I'm very sure it was Penelope. She placed the telephone to where it was immediately she was done calling. "By any means are you related to the boss?" She asked. I guessed she noticed when I used Connor as my last name. I smirked at her question. "Yes, I am the CEO wife." I replied her as I emphasized on the CEO, and I could see how surprised she was when I told her. I guess she was not expecting it. "I'm really sorry." She apologized. I guessed she must have realized her mistake already, but that is not my problem.

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.

I opened the chat in a confused state to read the message. Next time, call me from your own phone. My heart skipped a beat as I realized who this Mr. Perfect was. I found it endearing and cocky at the same time as how could he call himself Mr. Perfect. Nobody’s perfect. Ugh! He was so full of himself. I decided to change the name but left this task for some other time. It required a lot of thinking. “You need anything else ma’am?” Imran asked as I was done checking the phone.

A hiss comes from the mouth of tall man. I take off my white blazer that I wore, then throw it away carelessly. Then, my hand grabs a pair of sword of mine from the back. “Let’s start our game.” - Perfect Mate -