Chm Montalivet Novels & Stories

Everything started clicking into place now, ugly and horrifying. My father hadn't been running from thess people, he'd been trying to protect something from them. And maybe that's why he disappeared. A cold feeling crawled down my spine at that thought. “Fuck,” Pierre muttered suddenly, leaning closer to the laptop again. “Look at this.” I walked back over quickly. Pierre pointed a lost of transaction records near the bottom of the screen. Specific names highlighted repeatedly. One of them mad my stomach tighten instantly. Morretti holding. Another.

He hadn’t had any luck in any of the other houses in the resort. “I got the information,” I said, trying to keep my voice composed despite the rush of adrenaline. “The chateau is on an island called Montbriant. It’s off the coast of Brittany, France. Alex confirmed it’s Henry’s ‘secret base’.” Joe’s eyes lit up with determination. “Montbriant. Alright, let’s head over there. We’ll gather the team and make a plan.” I hesitated, thinking about the implications. “Actually, I need to make a slight adjustment to our approach.”

Chapter 17 Chapter 17 "What is it Sam,what was in my drink?"Monti asked almost impatient "Someone put an overdose of different types of sex pills in your drink"Sam answered "Why would someone give me an overdose,and who could it be?"Monti murmered "That's not all sir,the pills put in your drink where very dangerous,if you,,em,,if you didn't find relief,there was a good chance you would have died out of an overdose"he said

Under a wobbling worktable sat a wooden crate the color of old money. I pried it open with a screwdriver and several crisp insults. Inside: six bottles, dark green, corks intact. > Château de Montclair – 1834 Grand Vin – Mise en Bouteille au Château I clutched my hoodie string like pearls. “House,” I whispered reverently, “did you… cellar?” No response. But the silence was smug. I wasn’t saying Varyn House apologized for last night’s ghostly prank with a gift of vintage wine—

Sam whispered and her red eyes snapped at her. "You knew ? " she whispered in a hard tone and Sam shook her head. "Do you think if I knew I would be here " Champagne knelt down and grabbed the envelope off the floor, she searched for any information. An address or something. " Vyales group of companies " Sam spoke up and Champagne realised he was rich. It seems that was the main he felt like paying this prostitute. Champagne didn't say anything, she stood up and walked to her room. She changed into a pair of jeans and an over sized shirt. She walked back in to the kitchen and grabbed the money and placed it in her purse.

He shouted. “I'll have to mindlink him. Shit, I messed this up," he continues to blather on his own. I ignored him and began sniffing the air, hoping that Chaste's scent would help me find his room. The sweet smell of vines and pine trees! I quickly followed that smell to the farthest room. The door is a heavily painted black iron door with wolf decorative patterns. I dared to open it, and the door was, thankfully, open. I'm curious why Chaste left his room without locking the door.

Christian slammed his hand down on the table hard enough to make everyone flinch. "They didn't buy Montgomery just to hurt Madeline in some petty winery rivalry," he snapped. "This was always bigger. Hitting Kensington with everything they have." The pieces began to fall into place in my mind like a gruesome puzzle. Montgomery was geographically close to our facilities. They used many of the same distributors and transport companies. With the right people bribed, it would be relatively easy to swap labels, replace bottles… "They produce wine at Montgomery," I explained, my voice gaining urgency as the theory solidified. "Lower quality than ours, but not necessarily bad. They add methanol to

Amanda laughed, “Was your ex a sommelier?” Nala stood up and in a mock French accent she picked up the bottle of water and laid it on her right hand, “I would recommend this 1759 vintage bottle of La Armada blend of pinot meunier and Nebbiolo grown from the highlands of the Himalayan Alps. The dark cotton soil gives it the characteristic bouquet of the sweet dark chocolate and has notes of coffee and strawberry. It pairs well with the charcuterie board.” We all howled out in laughter at her impression as well as the very incorrect details.