Lahat ng Kabanata ng Agent 64: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Nora P.O.V The red silk gilded on my legs as I walked forward with an air of confidence surrounding me . Light shone from above and with my stride each of their attention drifted towards me . Their wandering expressions made me smirk from inside , some had envy in their eyes and most of them were curious . Time to charm some pants off. A seductive smile spread over my lips with the promise of wickedness as I watched the men there fall under my spell even though they had their hand around another female. What a pig! If I ever have to describe men and women then I would say men are like moths , gravitated towards fire even though they know it can burn them and women are like roses , beautiful but have thrones . Hurt her, you will not know what has stuck you. They may be weak from the heart but not from the brain. My smile dropped as soon as I entered the hall . Time for some actions. I took my mask from the table near the door and wore it like the others in the party. The gold

Robert P.O.V The ice melted slowly in my glass, the clinking sound a faint melody against the bustling cityscape of Chicago below. The city never sleeps , much like me. My thoughts swirled, much like the amber liquid in the glass I held, heavy with the weight of decisions I was going to make, the ones I could not take back even if I wanted to, and the ones I was about to make tonight are going to stay with me forever. "What is on your mind?" I turned my head to see Riccardo, my younger brother, leaning back in the plush leather seat of the limo with legs crossed , his sharp gaze cutting into me like a scalpel. His eyes were narrowing further with each second passed, probably trying to see what was going through my head . These days I don't even know what is going through my head myself. "Nothing," I muttered, setting my glass down on the minibar beside me. "Don't lie to me," Riccardo said with a faint smirk. Before I could answer, Dant's gruff voice interrupted from the seat oppo

Nora P.O.V“Started the party without me, '' I said after taking the last step to the terrace . He was sitting on the edge of the terrace ,lost in his own thoughts. He turned to face me then again turned back to look at the city that was lightened up in the dark and took a sip from the bottle. I walked closer and sat down beside him, dangling my legs just like him, from the edge of the building. “Do you still miss him?”. I took the bottle and took a big gulp . “Damn it is strong''. I swiped my mouth on the back of my hand while passing the bottle back to him. “ Humm ''. He hummed but his eyes never moved from the view as he took the bottle and gulped down. He was not looking at anything particular and had his head far away in his thoughts. “What was the password ?” . He handed over the bottle to me, for me to take the next sip. “Charlie”. I took my drink looking straight ahead . I could feel his eyes were boring holes at the side of my face. “I have something for you ”. I pull

Nora P.O.VThe dim light from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling casts long shadows across the interrogation room. The attacker, bound to a sturdy chair with thick rope, has a faint bruise circling his neck where the telephone cord had cut into his skin.I stood over him, a jug of water in hand, anger and determination etched on your face. With a quick motion, I threw the water into his face. He jerked awake, sputtering and gasping, his eyes wide with shock and disorientation."I see it did not take you much longer" I say coldly, setting the jug aside. "We should go down to business ,shall we? ”The attacker struggled against the ropes, but they held firm. He glared at me, his eyes filled with hatred but I ignored his defiance and stepped closer, my face inches from his."Who sent you?" you demanded, your voice was deadly calm . I leaned against the table before him, arms folded.He clenched his jaw, remaining silent.I took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. "You and y

Nora P.O.V. The city’s neon-lit streets pulsed with life, casting their glow across the sleek, tinted windows of our black town car as it moved steadily through the heart of the bustling nightlife. From the back seat, I watched the world speed by, flashes of red, blue, and yellow merging into a chaotic blur. Beside me, Agent Lee, my partner for this operation, sat reviewing the details of tonight’s mission. His sharp, focused gaze never left the screen of the tablet resting on his lap, illuminating his face with a cold, blue hue. Lee was dressed to impress or intimidate, depending on who you asked. He wore a royal-blue, three-piece suit with the sharp lines of a designer cut, complete with polished black leather shoes, a gold wristwatch, and thin wire-rimmed glasses. His entire look was the epitome of sleek professionalism, but his eyes held a quiet ruthlessness that spoke volumes. Lee had the kind of face that rarely smiled, and when it did, the effect was more chilling than comfort