Novel & Cerita Chuck Norris 3 Internal Enemies

Questions. Doubt. The atmosphere became toxic within seconds. Mark slammed his hand against the table. The room instantly fell silent. "Enough." His voice was calm. Which made it worse. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Mark's gaze swept across the room. "If the enemy wanted us fighting each other, congratulations." Silence. "They're winning." Nobody argued. Because he was right. Again. A phone suddenly vibrated. Luca checked the screen. His expression darkened immediately. "What?"

she whispered, tears streaming down her face. Emily reached out, but Aurora stepped back, shaking her head. Her mind raced as she grappled with the impossible truth. How could her mate—her destined partner—be the enemy? Aurora stammered, “My mate—Hunter—is my enemy.” Aurora stood in stunned silence, her body frozen. For a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped. Her wide eyes stared blankly ahead as she placed a trembling hand on her forehead. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!”

“Still syncing, sir!” “Still syncing? It’s been syncing for forty minutes!” He slammed his fist against the table, sending a coffee cup flying. The server screens blinked again — one turned red. Damian’s eyes widened. “No, no, no…” “Sir, we just lost the Wilson Empire backup,” one of his tech heads said, pale. “What do you mean lost it?” “Someone hacked their cloud from an external route it’s not us. They’re gone.” Damian’s stomach dropped.

Conall I need to get out of this damn hospital. I hate it, but they aren’t letting me go until someone can pick me up. I managed to drive myself here; I would have managed to drive back. Yes, I am in pain because of those bastards, but it could have been worse. They only caught me off guard because my back was to them. As soon as I realized what was happening, I fought back, and once I did, they couldn’t get the upper hand again. Everything happened so quickly—it was clearly planned, since they were waiting for me and no one else, so I know it wasn’t random. My face is a mess: they split my eyebrow, gave me a busted lip, left me with a black eye, and I ended up with a couple of cracked ribs

“Everyone. Every table. No bill. You got it?” Applause rang out, and he waved to the room, bowing lightly. His eyes fell on Liam, and he bowed to him, lower, and left. “What the hell?!” I shook my head, laughing with far more levity than I felt. I didn’t particularly like making other people uncomfortable, and everything had been exactly that for at least one person in my group, but it was hilarious, at least to me, and I needed the break. I pulled myself together. “Sebastian Norwood. Third-generation archeologist and billionaire land developer. Please, don’t take it to heart. There are a lot of... eccentric people out there.”

Maybe not even to myself. "Your family destroyed mine," I said instead. "This seems... poetic." She nodded slowly, like she'd expected that answer. "Three days, then." "Three days." She left, closing the door softly behind her. I stood there in the empty room, wondering what the hell I'd just agreed to. My phone buzzed, a text from Dec, Please tell me you didn't just do something monumentally stupid. I typed back, Define stupid. You know exactly what I mean. That was Elara Vance. VANCE. As in, your family's sworn enemy, as in, the granddaughter of the man who destroyed your grandfather.

Rage surged through me as I glared up at him, my voice trembling with fury. For a second, I thought my words might shock them into backing off. Instead, they looked at each other—and burst out laughing. "First, he said he owns the restaurant, now he's claiming to be the CEO of Sandhurst Group! Chase, do you have some kind of delusion? You're unbelievable!" "Yeah, right! The CEO of Sandhurst is worth billions. You think someone like that would be carrying plates around?" "Guess that glass of water didn't wake him up. Let's give him something stronger!"

He retaliated instantly, composing a message dripping with sarcasm: "Old uncle, shouldn't you be tending to your patients? Or are you short on clientele?" The response was swift and sharp: "Got patients galore, kiddo. Just wouldn't want to waste my expertise on a brat like you, stealing sites like a petty thief." Samuel's anger surged. "Busy schedule, old timer, barely leaving me time to leak your company's private information. Fancy the public reaction if I did? Shares plummeting, a PR crisis on your doorstep, maybe even a shareholder takeover. Bank details exposed, private life laid bare - the possibilities are endless, aren't they?"

“Like what? Annoying habits?” “Exactly! Annoying habits and deal-breakers.” He chuckled. “Okay, that sounds fun.” He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts, before launching into his list. “Alright, three things I can't handle: nagging, it's a constant buzz in my ear; lack of intimacy, that's like a pizza delivery that never arrives; and going back to exes, that's replaying a video game I've already beaten. No thanks!” Zarek finished with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with wit. “But don't worry, I'm sure you're perfect in every way.”