Christopher Argent Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I can offer you a job in palace—” Argen was shocked to hear his quick reply saying, “I don’t need to. I can’t give someone’s head for the sake of my hand. That’s more expensive.” This guy named Caminito doesn’t seem to know who she was and came from. But being honest to what he really wanted to say. Argen didn’t know if he was being sarcastic or does know her and fearlessly say anything he wanted to vent to struck them hard as they could

Christopher mumbled but Nicklaus and the rest of the people inside the room could hear him nonetheless. "Which one?" Nicklaus asked even though he already knew who was behind the attack.. "I can't tell you!" Christopher won't be so brave to go against Nicklaus even so he regretted it but of course he needed to protect his bloodline... At this point their bloodline would not only be in danger but their lives were under Nicklaus's mercy that people tend to say the Alpha didn't have any... "Belphegor..." Nicklaus casually said as he smiled.. A track of surprise flickered through Christopher's eyes..

That wasn't what you told me at Swan Lake Chalet! Christopher, who was usually calm and level-headed, was so frustrated that his face turned red. "Alright, since you say you were calling them to retrieve your belongings, then why did you happen to call every time I made a move?" The servant answered meekly, "It was just a coincidence." "A coincidence?" Christopher was so angry that his chest rose and fell rapidly. He had always been able to suppress his anger and had not lost his temper in a long time! Malcolm Quinn was such a deceitful man!

There are stories that needs to be forged, stories that needs to be spread to protect Crystal’s identity. It was hours later when Antony’s secretary called him, saying that Cristopher wants a word with him. He wants to talk about what happened, but not in the Valencia household where he is being watched. Antony agreed to meet him at the bar near the outskirts of the city, to meet him there by midnight. Angelica warned him that Cristopher seems odd, that something bad might happen. Antony didn’t care, he brushed her words aside. He knew that Cristopher needed an explanation, as Cristopher is like a brother to Crystal for so long. He knew he couldn’t hide it any further, but he wont dare tell

Not yet. “How were you paid?” I asked. “Crypto. Routed through three wallets. But… but the first one,” he rushed, hope cracking through his fear, “the first one had a name attached. A shell company.” “And?” I pressed. “Argent Trade Solutions,” he said. “I recognized it because… because they work ports in the south. They’ve got ties to—” “To who?” Leandro asked quietly. Luca flinched at the sound of his voice.