Novel & Cerita Csi: Miami Ryan Wolfe Died

"Mr. Rivera was going to name Lucas as heir to the company. Lucas. Can you imagine? That would’ve meant that Sydney, that... skank, would’ve had a claim, a seat at the table. Power over me. It was unthinkable." She leans forward, her eyes narrowing. "And you want to know the worst part? He didn’t just consider it. He was ready to do it. The media rumors, the whispers of infidelity, the tension in the house—it was all getting to him. He wanted to make it right. For them, not for me. For them." I swallow hard, bile rising in my throat as I remember. Mr. Rivera’s death had been sudden, the announcement a shock to everyone. He was said to have suffered a heart attack just before a business trip

“I can never understand how these businessmen’s minds work. Perhaps he was the reason the trio succeeded. And here I am, stuck with the life of a security guard. Sighs…” Thomas got into the lift and headed up to the director’s office. “What’s wrong? Thomas asked directly. Ryan Hudson looked pale and said in a contemplated manner, “What happened is a bit awkward. You can say it’s trouble for us, but at the same time it’s not.” Thomas frowned. “Don’t keep me in suspense, get to the point. What’s going on?” Ryan sighed. “Caleb Nickleson of Glory Real Estate is dead.” “What?” Thomas was shocked, not expecting this.

I told him with a straight face. “Would you at least listen to me?” The chief said. I sighed. “The autopsy results came this morning.” I quickly bridged the gap between us. “The man was identified as Ryan Adams. Former staff at a construction company and cause of death is poisoning.” He supplied. I folded my arms across my chest. “So you think I poisoned him with coffee or a snack or anything I sell here then I wrapped his body in the bag and threw him across the street not far from the house. Right?”

The sachet of instant coffee went into the mug of hot water, and still nothing. Wait— I moved closer to the screen to make sure I was seeing what they were displaying properly. "Kael Romano, who is suspected to be part of the infamous Mancini Mafia, was declared dead an hour ago after getting into a major accident while being pursued by the police." I read the display again and tried to make sense of it. He was dead. Ho- The word got caught in my throat as the video of a car blowing up showed on the TV immediately. It was on fire, the firefighters moving in, and I felt the mug in hand drop to the floor when I saw the paramedics bring out a burnt body.

His chest tightened and Cartier’s worried face was the last thing he saw before being consumed by darkness. *** In Media: JUST IN: Future Pack Alpha and next in line CEO to Mane Corporations Mane Yves faints upon hearing the news of his mate’s accident. UPDATE: The police have identified the victims of the Highway 321 crash: Liam Rae, age 45; Jordan Kingsley, age 30; Michale Hathaway, age 56, Jasper Paige, age 26 are reported dead on site. The list of victims in an emergency from crash site Highway 321 are as follows: Mane Yves’s mate Saint Ferrari, age 25; Popular actor Mane Valentino, age 27; Bradford Williams, age 35; Lance Cornell, age 29; Joe Bieber, age 45; Haden Gomez, age 50; Choi Mi

Von’s POV Through the hospital window, Chris's covered body was being prepared for the morgue. One conspiracy architect dead, the other about to be captured. "We're winning," I said quietly. "Winning feels like drowning," Marissa replied. "Just slower." Before I could respond, Marcus's phone buzzed with an alert. He checked it, face going white. "We have a massive problem." "What?" He turned the phone toward us. News headline, breaking: RICHARD HALE DEAD IN APPARENT SUICIDE AT LAX

So hollow it was as though something inside him had been scooped out and never returned. His knuckles were white around the umbrella handle, even though there was no rain to shield from. He hadn’t spoken since arriving. He hadn’t even flinched when they opened the polished casket to let the mourners say goodbye. Rinaldi stood a few feet behind, arms crossed over his chest. A handful of Virelli board members and old family allies flanked the area, none daring to interrupt Luca’s silence. The press had been kept out, but even their absence was loud. Everyone knew what had happened. Everyone had read the headlines: “Wolfe Guard CEO Involved in Tragic Shooting.”

Miles said "Now I get it..." Ryan said "Listen to me, no one must know okay? Promise me." Miles said sternly "I promise you dad." Ryan said "Good... come on boy, let's get us home, it's getting late we don't want to be late for dinner or your mum will have us for dinner." Miles said and they both giggled and went towards the car. Miles and Ryan got home and and was met with a rather disturbing and grievous news. His beta was found dead and he didn't know why. Who would kill his younger brother what happened to him? No one knows.

“It’s manageable. How’s Ryan? I haven't seen him. I did his last round of checks this morning.” “Yeah?” I nodded, pretending I hadn’t already known. “So, he’s good?” “Much better now. His vitals are stable. He’s responding well to treatment.” “Glad to hear that.” I shoved my hands into my pockets, leaning slightly closer. “So… how did you feel about Michael’s death?” Her expression faltered instantly. Her face stiffened, lips parting in surprise before she masked it with a neutral tone. “Michael?” she repeated. I nodded slowly. “Yeah. The one who got killed three weeks ago. You know… the guy they said installed the security camera.”