Harrison Wells Dc の小説・ストーリー

Jason growled. The two men walked past HQ and over one more block to a long, flat building built of industrial-looking cement bricks. While its exterior was much uglier than the Office of the Medical Examiner, Jason felt no discomfort on entering. In fact, he couldn’t shoulder through the door fast enough. He approached the front desk and flipped open his badge, shoving it under the nose of the officious-looking clerk working the computer. “I’m here to see Jessica Wells.” “She’s gone.” “What do you mean she’s gone?” Jason demanded.

The office of Harrison & Associates overlooked the heart of London’s financial district, but for Lila Vance, it felt like the walls were closing in. Across the mahogany desk sat Sir Alistair Harrison, the senior partner whose approval was usually the fuel for her ambition. Today, however, his words felt like a death sentence.

Harrison’s jaw clenched as he parked the car, his hand gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Are you ready for this?” Rachel asked, her eyes scanning the building. He nodded, his gaze hard. “I have to be. Let’s go.” The warehouse was silent as they approached, the faint echo of their footsteps the only sound in the empty space. The walls were covered in graffiti, and the air was thick with dust and a faint metallic smell. As they moved deeper inside, Harrison’s heart pounded, each step bringing him closer to answers—and possibly danger. At last, they reached a dimly lit room at the back of the warehouse. Blackwood was there, leaning casually against a table. He looked up as they entered, a s

C H A P T E R 4 9 : H E R C O N F E S S I O N F O L L O W E D W I T H A C C E P T A N C E W I L L I A M W I N D S O R William anxiously watched the buildings turn to blur as the car speeded up and made its way to the WHC (Washington Hospital Center). His expression was gloom even though he had just had another conversation with Dr. Hart, who was currently monitoring Kate’s mother, and the doctor had assured him that Kate’s mother would make it. Harry seemed to feel his uneasiness as he suddenly said, “I have run another investigation, My Lord.” William forced himself to turn to his personal assistant. “On what, Harry?” He heavily sighed, annoyed that Washington D.C. was no better than New Yo

The new week dawned, bringing its share of spotlights. Harrison moved with calm assurance, dressed in a sleek, custom-tailored Tom Ford suit in charcoal gray, paired with a crisp white shirt and a silver-toned Omega watch. His tailored black trench coat was draped over his arm, exuding modern sophistication. At the foot of the cabin stairs, his personal assistant Rachel waited, portfolio and handbag in hand. “Good morning, sir,” Rachel said with a nod, following him into the cabin as the stairs folded away and the door sealed shut behind them.