Ghost Stand By Him の小説・ストーリー

Ghost to her? “Do not cry anymore. I will go find Ms. Ghost for you, all right? My good little girl, be good and stop crying. It hurts me too much to see you like this… But why still can I not see your face? No. Do not go!” “Do not go!” Adrian shouted and jolted upright. Sweat poured down his forehead as he gasped for air, his chest rising and falling uncontrollably. It took a long while before his breathing finally steadied.

It hummed with the sound of massive computing power. Sitting in the center of the room on a simple ergonomic chair was a man. He was young, perhaps in his late twenties, with messy dark hair and thick framed glasses. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, typing furiously on a keyboard. This was the Ghost. Not an old veteran, but a kid. Adrian stopped at the edge of the server farm. "Silas Vane. Meet the Ghost." The kid stopped typing. He spun his chair around. He looked at Silas, then at Leo. He pushed his glasses up his nose.

He stood as she approached. There was an effortless elegance about him, something refined and untouchable, but the way he treated people was unexpectedly gentle and polite. He wasn't like Jason, who had clawed his way up through blood and chaos. Ryan's confidence felt like something he had been born with. Gideon really had chosen well. It was a simple dinner, but everyone left satisfied. "Since this is our first meeting, I have something for you." Ryan raised his hand. One of Sigmund's men stepped forward, placing a small blade in his palm.

"They've heard the name. They just never expected him to be standing in front of them." He circled me leisurely. "The Ghost doesn't borrow laptops. The Ghost doesn't leave digital footprints. The Ghost doesn't make mistakes." He stopped behind me. "So tell me… what happened?" I didn't answer. He walked back into my view. "Marriage?" His smile turned mocking. "Or is it husband duties?" He chuckled to himself. "The Ghost would've sacrificed the girl." He picked up his whiskey again. "But instead, he is standing in my warehouse, offering up his own neck to protect one woman."

Grace stood arm-in-arm with a slightly gray-haired man, smiling in a way that looked both sweet and forced. The second our eyes met, shock flashed across her face. Then it turned into pure malice. The man beside her noticed me and guided Grace over. We lightly clinked glasses. Before he could say anything, Grace spoke first. "I didn't expect to see you here. It's been a long time." The businessman looked surprised. "You know each other?" he asked in heavily accented English.