Novels by Saint Angelo

Mr. Anderson, sensing the tension, turned to his manager. “We’ll sort this out later. This doesn’t concern Mr… um… Ethan here,” he said, patting Ethan’s back lightly.The manager hesitated but eventually nodded.With that, Ethan left.As they walked back inside, the secretary shot Mr. Anderson a curious glance. “Sir, what do you think is really going on with that woman? Why didn’t he want her to see him?”Mr. Anderson’s expression shifted instantly—his earlier amusement replaced by a sharp, unreadable look.Realizing she had overstepped, the secretary quickly dropped the subject, falling silent as they continued toward the elevator.The manager, however, lingered near the reception, watching Elizabeth. The moment she moved toward her car, he discreetly followed.Just as she was about to step inside, he spoke. “Hi.” His tone was light, paired with a casual smile to keep things non-threatening.Elizabeth halted, eyeing him from head to toe. The flicker of disinterest in her gaze told hi

Just as Ethan was about to leave the meeting room, Mr. Anderson suddenly recalled the earlier incident.“Excuse me, sir,” he said, causing Ethan to pause and turn back briefly.“About what happened earlier… with my employee. I’d like to know the details so I can handle it properly,” he continued, his ever-present smile now subdued, his gaze serious.After a brief silence, Ethan finally spoke. “You should ask the receptionist about that. She’ll explain everything to your understanding. I can’t expose him just like that.” His tone was calm, carrying both maturity and politeness.Mr. Anderson nodded. “I see. That’s fine, sir. Thank you for doing business with us.” Then, after a short pause, he added, “If you don’t mind, I can have my driver take you to your destination in my car.”Despite being much older than Ethan, Mr. Anderson still treated him with unwavering respect.Observing this, the manager silently mused, Life is truly unpredictable.“Thanks for the offer,” Ethan replied, match

His steps were quick and deliberate as he walked, weighed down by the humiliation of his downfall.He approached the woman at the table, but her fearful expression was gone. Now that all eyes were on him, she knew he wouldn’t dare try anything reckless.“You see what you caused?” he spat, his voice laced with anger.“What do you mean, what I caused?” she shot back, her voice steady.He hesitated, momentarily taken aback. It was the first time any of the workers had dared to talk back to him.“So now you really think you can stand up to me?” He let out a bitter laugh, frustration and anxiety clear in his expression.Biting his lip, he scanned the room, chuckled again, and turned on his heel, making his way to the manager’s office.Inside, Mr. Anderson and Ethan conversed like two billionaires of the same caliber. The smile on Mr. Anderson’s face and the respectful way he addressed Ethan left lingering questions in everyone’s minds.As they entered the office, Mr. Anderson gestured towa

Mr. Anderson waved a hand in response to the greetings, a broad smile on his face as he stepped out of the elevator, his eyes scanning the lobby.The manager quickly approached him. “Sir, do you need anything?” he asked respectfully.“Ethan is here,” Mr. Anderson announced, still glancing around as if searching for something—or someone—who fit his expectations.The assistant manager stiffened. His brows furrowed as a troubling thought crossed his mind. Could it be… that man I just looked down on?But Mr. Anderson didn’t elaborate.“Oh, okay,” the manager responded hastily, then turned to the security team. “We’re expecting a very important guest right now. Everyone, prepare to give a warm welcome.” His gaze shifted toward the entrance, anticipating the arrival of a luxury car.Meanwhile, Mr. Anderson made his way through the hall, heading toward the reception desk where a young woman attended to visitors. His two towering bodyguards flanked him, and behind them, the assistant manager

As he was about to turn and leave, his gaze met Ethan’s. There was something in Ethan’s eyes—a silent warning.He quickly turned back to Ethan. “Hey, you… what do you want here?” he muttered in a rude tone, eyeing Ethan from head to toe.He knew that look. Ethan had heard everything.“What do you need?” he asked again, his voice sharper this time. But Ethan didn’t reply immediately.“I’m here to see Mr. Anderson,” Ethan finally said in a calm tone.The man let out a mocking laugh.“What? Really?” He turned back to the receptionist he had just been harassing. “Did you hear that?” he asked, pointing at Ethan.Ethan gently moved the man’s finger away, unfazed.The man’s expression darkened as he turned back to Ethan. “You bastard… who do you think you are?” he sneered.“Don’t point your fingers at me,” Ethan replied, his voice steady and his expression unreadable.The man let out a faint chuckle and locked eyes with Ethan. “What do you want with Mr. Anderson?”“That’s none of your busine

At the Hotel Where Ethan StaysEthan woke up that morning and glanced at the clock—it was already 7 a.m. He rushed into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and took a quick shower. After getting dressed, he looked no different from any ordinary man; nothing about his appearance suggested he had ever seen a million dollars in his life. Despite his rugged looks, he was undeniably handsome, with striking eyes that could draw attention. However, due to his poor appearance and social status, no woman wanted to be associated with him.After ordering breakfast from the hotel, he waited a few minutes until it was delivered. Once he finished eating, he stepped out of his room and walked down the hallway.As usual, some of the hotel staff snickered as he passed by.Gossip seemed to be their profession, and minding their own business was a sin they had no intention of committing.Rumors about him spread freely—some speculated that he was in a relationship with Elizabeth, which explained how he coul