Mr Qi 소설 & 이야기

“He’s your medication, ma’am.” “Call me Claire, please.” Ma’am made me feel like my mother’s age mate. “Thank you,” I told him when he handed the little bag over to me. “What was all the fuss about?” I asked him. “Someone tried to break in, was wearing a Mickey Mouse costume. About six feet three, pretty huge guy.” “You think it’s the same guy from last time?” “Considering his genitalia was on display again, yes.” ••

"What family secrets would you like to know, Miss Smith?" Keisha beat her teeth down and glared at Grace who had on the most innocent smile on her face. With a smile that was definitely forced, Keisha turned around slowly to face the housekeeper, Mrs Patterson. She was a gigantic woman with blonde tresses that were constantly tied in an impeccable bun; something they were all required to do. It had dawned on Keisha from the first day she had set her eyes on the housekeeper, that she was definitely a perfectionist and it was no use to attempt to match her knack for perfecting everything she laid her hands on.

Everything gleamed with precision, luxury, and a sense of controlled power. “Bryan really does love perfection,” she murmured under her breath. A tall man approached with a professional smile. “I’m Ryan, the CEO’s personal assistant. You can just call me Ryan. I’m sure Noah briefed you on the basics, but let me be clear: what happens on this floor stays here. No scandals, no gossip, and absolutely no negative talk about the CEO. Confidentiality is everything.” His voice was calm, but there was an edge of warning. They stopped in front of a massive double door.

Ben turned towards the stage and I started to cover my face but unfortunately my seat was in the front row and that man kept on staring at me. He came towards the podium, took the mic and started to introduce himself, "I'm Brent Jones from Harvard University specializing in neurosurgery. I'm invited here as a Head supervisor of a new research project." Before he finished his introduction, all the girls in the hall went nuts and started asking absurd questions about his personal life and his relationship status.

He was well aware of the implications of the news and the battles that lay ahead. *Headline 1: Unveiling the Unprecedented: Kiara, Wife of Rival, Served as CFO at GRACE!* In a shocking revelation, it has come to light that Kiara Adams, wife of business magnate Viaan Adams, had been working as Chief Financial Officer (CFO) at GRACE, owned by none other than her husband’s fierce competitor, Hunter Brown. The startling information has stirred up a wave of speculation and intrigue, leaving the public and business circles buzzing with astonishment.

I said and copied the phone number from Maya’s phone and left with Silver. ********** A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of Mason’s house. My number one hacker and tracker. He was the best. We both went in and saw him with a girl who stood up from his lap and excused herself to give us some privacy. “Are you sure this guy knows his work?” Silver whispered into my ear doubtfully. “One hundred percent,” I mumbled, and he nodded. “Good morning, Mr. Taylor. It’s an honor to have you in my house,” Mason greeted and dramatically bowed to me, making me roll my eyes and chuckle before he greeted Silver.

Mike announced behold while Xavier simply give him a nod as a reply, Mike left after. He picked up his phone and was about heading out when his phone buzzed loudly, a solitary intrusion in the silence that enveloped him. He glanced over, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. An unknown number flashed on the screen, sparking a bit of curiosity— Who is this? Despite his instinct to ignore it, his fingers betrayed him as they reached for the answer button. “Hello?” he answered, his voice steady yet tinged with reluctance. “Oh! I never thought you’d pick! Anyways, Xavier, it’s Tiana.” Her voice, sultry and dangerous, washed over him like a wave, both familiar and unsettling.

“Just a friendly observation, Aleksei. After all, alliances are fragile things, aren’t they? One wrong move and everything crumbles.” "True that." I replied coolly. “Alliances only crumble when the weak can’t hold their end of the bargain. Are you worried about yours, Hardin?” The room felt like it had shrunk, the tension between us thick enough to cut through paper. Hardin's smile never wavered, but I could see the slight tick in his jaw. Before he could respond, the door opened, and Mikhail stepped in, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp. “Apologies for the interruption,” he said, his voice low. “But we have an issue that requires your attention.”

All she felt was gratitude and happiness. Mr. Jones seemed to be a nice man, one of the nicest she had met since her stay here. If the mother was nice, and the father was— summing up looks and courtesy— near perfect, where then did Jackson get his nasty attitude? She was led to the dining room by the man that welcomed them outside the building. His name was Theo and from what Maria noticed, Theo was someone Jackson cared about. Something inside her moved when she watched Jackson hug him. Already sitting on one of the expensively carved chairs was Mrs. Jones, looking as pretty and as young as ever in a red satin dress, Maria couldn't see the rest of it as she was seated. Her lips were a dark

Qing Han asked, pointing toward the elevator. Mr. Zhong blinked in confusion. "Which woman?" "The one who just left your office," Qing Han said flatly. "Oh," Mr. Zhong replied, exhaling. "That was the new doctor we hired. Why? Are you interested in her?" Qing Han’s expression turned cold, and Mr. Zhong cleared his throat awkwardly. "What is her name?" "What?" Zhong asked, startled. Qing Han’s tone hardened. "Did you not hear me?"