Novel & Cerita Edgar Valden

I ask. “Daniel’s investigation team.” My stomach tightens. “More information about Monteverde?” “Yes.” “And?” Adrian turns the phone toward me. A document fills the screen. Corporate ownership records. “Monteverde isn’t just a contractor,” he says. “What else is it?” “A shell company.” The phrase hits instantly. “Owned by who?” Adrian zooms in on the document. The name appears slowly. My breath catches. Primary Stakeholder: Eduardo Valez My father.

“I wouldn’t be who I am today. So please… accept this. My father always said everything the Vallo family has belongs to Evelyn Einet.” Evelyn Einet. I hadn’t heard my mother’s name spoken like that in years. As long as I could remember, she had only ever been called Mrs. Dacosta. Tears blurred my vision as I held the contract tighter. “…Thank you, Mr. Vallo.” He gave a small smile. “Call me Eddie.” The drive didn’t take long after that. Soon, we arrived at the airport’s private terminal, where Eddie led me onto a private plane. It had everything—more than I could even take in.

I hated guys like him. I wanted so badly to tell Anna that she shouldn’t move in there. I could find a much better and safer apartment for her to stay in, but a few minutes ago I had just given her the impression that I was cool with this guy, and if I tried to do this now, I would only seem jealous, or like I did not trust her. “Alright, sounds fun,” I answered and without waiting for her response, quickly added, changing the conversation “Who’s Edgar?” “He’s the head of the Allen family, he’s spearheading this whole thing with The Circle. I found out that he was responsible for my birth parents death.”

Valentina said as they approached their seats. “Who?” Rose asked her. The smile on Valentina's face broadened. “My boyfriend Edward Farrel.” Rose looked at her dumbfounded for a moment. Boyfriend? Valentina has a boyfriend? Is that why she didn't marry Vladimir? Is that why she sacrificed her like a lamb to the slaughterhouse? “Your what?” Rose asked, shocked. “Her boyfriend.” A smooth manly voice from behind them made them both turn around. “Eddy,” Valentina smiled and threw her arms around him in a tight hug before kissing him publicly.

I accepted her phone and entered the name Eli Madrigal. “Here. I will keep on coming here for you, Valentina.” “Keep coming for the money I have to return, but not for me.”

"Caden Gallen, Kaiya Wilson, Gretchen Everton ....and finally…." I wondered who else could qualify to be here and then I got the shock of my life. "Maeve Edgar."

He coldly glanced at the ground, watching his shadow under the light. 'How does it feel to be a traitor?' Edgar already imagined Joel and Hunter’s reaction’s if they found out his real identity. Yet until now, he could not think of the answer he'll say. Well, it's not like he'll gain their trust anymore. "So you're going there? What if she recognized you?" "If she can recognize me, I know you won't let her out once you capture the miss." The elder, Bernard Den, nodded his head. Edgar opened his lips again, "I'll get her no matter what happens."

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

Their resentment of Woody intensified. "What's wrong, Mr. Yale?" Javier, who was on the phone, had finally realized that something was wrong. He hurriedly hung up and rushed over to inquire about things. "I'm Javier, and my father's name is Manuel Dakota. He's one of your gold level members, and I also have a silver card." Eddie recognized Javier, and his expression turned sunny at once. He said very politely, "I see that it's you, Mr. Dakota. Are you with these people?"

His chin lifts almost imperceptibly as he faces Elena. "A new member?" "Yes," Valentina replies. "Who is your sponsor?" Again, that damning question. Trying her best to sound confident, Elena starts going through all the names of the most influential billionaires of the past few months; who topped the list of the richest and most popular. "Stuart Álvarez," she says, softly and avoiding eye contact. Her hands were cold from sweat. "Álvarez?" the black-haired man asks. "Unbelievable." "Must be the third one this month," the brown-haired one comments.