Arthur Miller Death Of A Salesman 소설 & 이야기

Finnick harrumphed coldly and said, “Who is he? He killed Fernando Saul. Now you know who he is?” Arthur’s expression changed. ‘He killed Fernando? Isn’t he the one who rode roughshod over everyone? Other than the Hamiltons, everyone’s face would pale in fear whenever they heard his name.’ Arthur’s legs gave way as he fell to the floor, his face bloodless. He had lost all hopes. He signed the shares transfer agreement immediately and gave all the shares back to Finnick. He did not dare to take even a single cent, nor did he want to have anything to do with Swallow Garment Company Ltd.

"Dominic left him to die slow. That just proves how cruel he can be." Arthur still was expressionless, though he kept firing at divine targets, simply because of Carter's revelations in that airy atmosphere. So crudely stormed by that reality, or rather hung on by it, was the reminder of the hard core their world was and that of the iron-fisted man who ruled it. Hands of Arthur skillfully turned and manipulated, loading a bullet into his rifle as he quietly said, "I know he died three days ago. Just Darex found him today." Then, a brief pause, his eyes glinting with a hint of steel. "I killed him."

This instantly cleared Dave mind , “ So she was planning to poison me “ , he whispers to himself . Life became a war for the wedded couple with each planning for another to die first. During dinner Dave cut off the electricity and claimed he didn’t pay for electricity and would pay tomorrow as it was already late . Dave had a plan , a good plan , a smart plan that would definitely not end with him dying first. He placed the final candle on the dinner table and admired his work. Romantic. Elegant. Deadly .

He had realized, in the silence of his daughter’s death, that there was no insurance policy for a soul. ​"Kill me," Arthur whispered. "Please." ​Roman’s finger tightened on the trigger. He looked at Vivienne’s peaceful face, then back at the broken man in front of him. ​"No," Roman said, his voice cracking. "Death is too easy for you, Arthur. You’re going to live. You’re going to live every single day knowing that you are the one who pulled the trigger. You’re going to sit in your empty house, with your millions and your name, and you’re going to look at that family photo until it burns your eyes out."

"David sent me a letter. He told me about Richard Miller. He told me about the company you destroyed. He told me the only reason he married me was to get revenge on you." The color drained from Arthur's face. He did not touch the letter. He just stared at me with an expression I had never seen before. Guilt. Raw and undisguised. "It is true," I said. It was not a question. Arthur leaned back in his chair. He looked old suddenly. "Richard Miller was a competitor. His company was smaller than mine, but he was gaining ground. He was aggressive. Ruthless. I saw him as a threat." "So you destroyed him."

Grandmother says. What the hell? That last name disappeared once the one son died when he was 16. Auntie says that Arthur has proof that there is a full Morrisfield alive and that he is the only one that has rights to all the businesses, property, and any investments. I don’t know what to say. I have no idea how this could be possible. Bennet asks how this could be, and grandmother says that all she can guess is that the son that supposedly died didn’t. “You think he faked his own death?” Bennet asks.

Just while Carter was reaching for some new piece of tissue paper, the door opened and Arthur walked in. He took an abrupt halt immediately after he saw what was going on. He creased his brows and moved closer to them. Carter let go of Aurora and stood up, taking a few steps away from her. “Welcome, Mr Arthur.” Carter greeted as he turned to leave. “What’s going on?” Arthur asked, dropping his briefcase on the couch and reaching for his tie to loosen it. “My father is dead,” Aurora mumbled, raising her head to look at him. He gulped hard and looked away slowly. “My condolences. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Jacob met Arthur in high school, where they got in trouble and cops were involved. Arthur got sent home with a slap on the wrist because of his father’s influence, but Jacob needed to do some community service.” Jeremy clicked a button, and another man’s picture came up. “This here is the real Arthur Johnson. He should have been 28 today, but he died in a car crash five years ago.” “Arthur graduated with honors and a degree in Business Administration. He was born to loving parents who were afraid their son was falling in with the wrong crowd, so they sent him abroad to stay with his aunt and uncle to finish school and get a degree.” “Arthur finished ahead of his class, but he never marched

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.

He did not understand why he would feel such an intense pain over the death of someone he had once hated so much. The sunlight had dimmed, making the atmosphere even more gloomy and sad. The phone rang once again. [Officer Damon, did you like the gift that I sent you? If you like it, do give my video a like.]