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Mr. CEO Secretary

Chapter 4 His friends

Word Count: 1412    |    Released on: 01/06/2024

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Alex, Azrael's sib

re. All that matters to me is Azrael and my friends. I don't h

s sent outside Kazuma," Hiro narrated. As he spoke, something caught my eye. I scanned

hand was holding mine. I glanced at his hand, then he rel

him, "Stop talking, they can hear us."

. The office fell silent; no one spoke. Slowly, I moved towards S

t?" Sir aske

ecorder,"

yu. He's second in the mafia rankings,

YU

for me for so long, she's only now raising suspicions about h

on my desk?" I ask Kluen, who remains fixat

lve into Kluen's whole persona. Maybe she's one of th

hen you were the one who

brother Hiro says, pullin

e and dismiss the

" I state on t

onds, knowing what

nd put my cellph

dig into your secretary's

I reply

23 years old, the

Gram asks. Meet Gram Nathapatt, 20 years old, the only chil

ecause I don't kn

pines, and there's not even a w

inks tonight,"

?" Ale

since I've been to that bar, and it's been even longer

ore. I don't want to remember what happened, but even though I avoid that bar, I can't get that m

YU

arket?" Alex asked in bewilderment, gazing

o-owners of Kazuma? Why don't you know

from the outside, it looks lik

ur sibling, it's possible you also know who the other co-owners

Black ch

r... But I know influential people own Kazuma, and besides, there's suppo

you mean?" I asked, pu

of Kazuma outrank us... and Azrael also mentioned to me that we'll recognize the ow

ould it be that the owner of Kazuma is th

co-owner and owner of Kazuma!" Gra

in it. My finger bled, and the wall opened, revealing a quiet place with red li

d singing, indicating we were

oho

eer

s dan

f Kazuma; the lighting inside was diffe

t to the counte

greeted, turning his back to us to g

ses together. I swallowed the drink and a

nder said, smiling at me. He must

ommented, and

Axel asked the bartender, w

ck sofa with a small gold table in the middle; the table had a triangular shape. The triangle

ners and owner," the bartender said,

eyes widened as he s

e co-owners?" Alex

r bartenders; he was wearing a black long-sleeve polo with

r asked, smiling creepily

His smile vanished, replac

Azrael?" he asked Alex, his gaz

brother!" Alex

a piercing look, as if

EN'

now, drinking with Naw

re are a lot of people now

of wine and t

me. I'm wearing a black tank top today, and my tattoo on the nape is c

he Vip Room and

ed many people,

n the sofa and

I complained as someo

yu, I wonder i

Hiro hit me with the small pil

at??" I asked him annoy

drooling there, are you addict

ther," I said with a

said with a laugh, pretendin

er stopped when

vere physical harm to the victim's body... you'll be sentenced

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“"Mr. Walter" I came back to my trance when sir called me, I just now noticed that they were all looking at me. "Huh?" I only said and put the ballpoint pen they were playing with on the table. "Any suggestions?" sir asked with raised eyebrows. "U-uh nothing" I sat down properly and adjusted myself. Gosh I'm spacing out. "Are you sure Mr.?" I turned to the speaker. I grinned when I saw who it was. "I'm sure Mr. Sunday" I said with a smile, as if our old man thought I didn't know him. He grinned at me and winked‚ meet Mr. Mon Sunday he is sir phayu's business partner and he is also one of the business tycoons‚ he is not just any business tycoon because he is one of the leaders of a gang called the DHS GANG‚ meaning. Dr*gs Hot S*x‚ this gang led by our old man is an illegal. you want to know why? they are the ones who transport the women, they kidnap the women and take them to other countries to be sold and made into wives by the mafia. And their gang is also the one that brings drugs into the Philippines. no one knows behind the mask that mr. Sunday‚ he has a good posture and he is also one of the people who look up to him as a good model‚ who knows? that all his stench is hidden behind that mask. "Goodbye‚ mr" said goodbye to mr. dominggo and patted my shoulder, our old grandson enjoyed hitting me..”