Gerard Argent Novelas e Histórias

Noah adds with a heavy growl. "Ms. Hale, my ears don't appreciate that angry tone from a girl," Gerard drawls slowly, sipping his hot tea. "Even if Juan started the fight, so what? That kid Derek is just a nobody rogue from the woods. Are your lips seriously suggesting his skin is on the exact same level as my own son?" Noah glares at Gerard, his voice heavy with a deep warrior warning. "Your claws are pushing your luck way too far today, Gerard. Don't your brains fear the massive consequences of going too far against our alliance?"

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.

“Then treat him the way you treated me.” Gerard swallowed sharply, as if it was painful or his saliva had turned into acid. “It’s a little too late for him,” he continued. “Oh.” Gerard reached for his phone and showed me some videos. Some of them shook uncontrollably. Some had blood running out of their eyes and no. Some had slurred speech as their brain had fried. I pushed the phone away because I couldn’t take it anymore. “If this were to get our due to an investigation,” Gerard said, “nobody would care whether I wanted the company or not. I created this drug, I’ll take the blame.”

"Your parents are the heroes of Agercia, after all. The Tyrantes collapse because of them. Which led to the prevention of the rapid spread of crime and the collapse of Agercia. In other words, the organization is indebted to your family. " I stood up while sobbing "Why did the Agercia do nothing to catch the killer of my parent ?. Why does it seem so insignificant that my parent’s life was lost due to organizational conflict?.... My parent is not an object that can be abandoned when no longer useful!" I cried bitterly and slowly sat down again because of the softening of my knee.

Weylin looked left and right and then answered, "Because you're the only one I know here. Isn't it better to sit with someone we know?" Kelsey was seen clutching the edge of the table and it was seen by Weylin. Gerald who didn't know anything instead reached out his hand to Weylin who frowned when Gerald unexpectedly offered his hand. "Gerald How. I'm a lawyer, Kelsey's lover," Gerald said calmly. Gerald's hand was still left hanging by Weylin. "So that someone you know besides Kelsey is here," Gerald continued with a friendly smile. Weylin nodded, "Weylin Malachy, CEO of Ans Bank."

Kaya tinigan niya ito at hinanap sa mapa. "Ruianne! Medyo malayo ang lugar ni jacinto. Kaya humawak kang maigi, bibilisan ko ang takbo para makarating tayo kaagad!" Wika niya at tumango lang si Rui. Ilang saglit lang ay mabilis na ang pagpapatakbo ni Maynard nang motor. Hindi naglipat oras ay nakarating sila sa kuta ni Jacinto Javier isang kilalang sindikato sa argentina. Ngunit hindi maikulong nang gobyerno dahil wala silang sapat na ebidensya na magdidiin dito.

Vincenzo sat behind his desk, the monitor casting a cool glow across his face. He glanced up when I entered and turned the screen toward me. "The student who fought with Luca today. Is this him?" I leaned closer. The face on the screen was unmistakable. The arrogant set of his mouth. The expensive jacket. "That's him," I said. "Marco Argentieri. Father's name is Signore Argentieri. He's Tiziana's cousin." I straightened slowly. Of course. That surname again. I had developed a visceral dislike for it. A family capable of producing someone like Tiziana clearly had something fundamentally wrong at its core, and apparently that extended to the cousins as well.

One of them, a man with a scar running down his cheek, asked, “Why should we trust you? You’re a rival, Gerrard. What’s stopping you from stabbing us in the back once Bruno’s out of the picture?” Gerrard leaned back in his chair, calm and calculating. “Because I’m done with this business. I’ve made enough money. I want out. Once Bruno is gone, I’ll give up my territories, my men, and my resources. I’m looking to go legitimate. That’s my endgame.” The men debated among themselves, discussing how to split the Santorini empire and questioning Gerrard’s sincerity. Gerrard remained composed, answering their questions and laying out his terms. The tension in the room was thick, the stakes higher t

He waited for his father to respond before continuing. "Where did all of the Vergaras' belongings go? After the incident, there was only one family member left, and his name was Philip Vergara," Marcel remarked, his tone indicating suspicion. In response to this inquiry, Antonio has already made preparations. He was the only person who knew Marcel as well as he did.

"He needs help.' Harold whispered painfully sitting close to me, he was my best friend and his leg was badly hurt after today's hectic work. I nodded in agreement and hid my face with my hands in fear. I am so vulnerable, an Omega who can't do anything, how can I save someone when I can't even protect myself? However, there was only one person who had the guts to get up, despite putting his life on the line. Gerard. He was the lad I secretly admired, even though I tell myself a dozen times that he will be killed soon and that I should take my mind off him. As I recalled, he was seventeen years old, a bit tall, with black hair, energetic, and I could say very muscular, with pink lips, a point