Fei Hargreeves Novels & Stories

“No. I’m observant.” My past self watches them carefully. “Seduction is part of corporate politics,” Margaret says calmly. Victor raises an eyebrow. “Is kissing part of it too?” Marcus freezes. “…what?” In the recording, Margaret doesn’t respond immediately. Victor continues casually. “Daniel Mercer Hargrove.” My chest tightens. The detective glances briefly at us. “Daniel Mercer Hargrove is currently detained for financial crimes connected to the case.” Marcus mutters under his breath. “That explains a lot.”

"What?" Grace took the material that he handed her. "What is this?" She opened it and saw that it was the detailed information of the person suspected of being responsible for the drugging incident. She flipped through it swiftly in surprise. "You…" "I will help you investigate in areas where the police don't have authority." Xander knew her well, and he knew that she wouldn't give up since she hadn't gotten the result she wanted. Grace's gaze was fixed on a line in the middle. She frowned. "She used to work for the Hawkins family as a maid?"

"Diane Morrison." "She settled." "She settled the financial case. She did not settle the personal grievance." He looked at the screenshot again. "The Hargreave case cost her sixty-eight million dollars. She is not someone who forgets." "You think she is back." "I think the Priya Nair profile laid out the full timeline of the Hargreave connection more clearly than anything that had ever been published before. If Diane read that piece and understood for the first time exactly how the case was built and how the asset tracing worked, she now knows more than she did when we were in litigation."

She spat out while threatening to reach for the police line. “Let me guess, she lied to you? Your mother's full name is Queen Yvonne Harvey! She was suppose to be the next Queen of the Harland, before she ran off!” “So why exactly did you call me?” “I have been on a research and I found something really amazing that you'd want to know. From my statistics, you seem well acquainted with the young master of the Gray, Calven Gray, right?” Bruce smiled brightly, and scrolled through Paige's file on his table.

Raihannah answered. Abbah had informed the police of our new findings and they were on their way here. " Faryah the detective is here" Ummah called as she and Abbah walked hand in hand into the living room. " Good evening sir" I greeted as I got up from where I sat and dropped my laptop.

ZLLIOT “You look like you’re attending a funeral, Zli. Loosen the tie before you cut off the oxygen to your brain.” I catch Phoebe’s reflection in the hallway mirror of our Brooklyn brownstone. She’s leaning against the doorframe, a mug of coffee in one hand and a tablet in the other, her afro puffs framed by the soft morning light. In her oversized Harvard med sweatshirt and glasses, she looks like any other postgraduate student—which is exactly why she’s the perfect deep-cover asset for the Camelot Financial Crimes Unit.

As always, his name was splashed across the headlines in bold letters. “FBI’s Golden Detective Cracks Another Case: Charles Gregory Stays One Step Ahead of Crime” I recall skimming through the article, already knowing what it will say: "Gregory’s instincts and exceptional dedication have once again led to a major breakthrough in a case that baffled authorities for months. Insiders at the Bureau describe him as a force to be reckoned with, a man who sees what others don’t. His latest victory is evidence of his unmatched brilliance.” I remember tossing the paper aside and leaning back, laughing. Unmatched brilliance? Sure.

Dorian stood beside her, his arms crossed, brow tense. And then Penelope stopped typing. Dead halt. Her mouth tightened. A muscle ticked in her cheek. “Dorian,” she said, not looking at him. “You remember the Hargrave file? 2009?” Dorian’s expression sharpened. “The data breach at Zurich. Scribe’s alias was almost exposed.” “I was there,” she said. “Not by accident.” Silence. “I used to run intelligence for the Archive before you owned it,” she continued. “I was tasked with tracking anti-Velvet operatives. But… the Scribe offered me something else. Access.”

I can smell the aroma of Sinigang, my favorite! "Breaking news! Brooklyn's Shoe Collection owner Helene Brooklyn, report about her daughter missing." I turn my gaze on the television and Hilary's mom is on T.V. "If you see my daughter please inform us! We are willing to give a reward! I just really want to see my daughter!" she said while crying in front of the camera. Hilary and I are best friends for like two to three but she never tells stores about her parents or family. Maybe she wants it to keep private and I respect that. It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what.