Novel & Cerita Harwin Strong Death

Rayden pressed, sensing something much deeper behind Harwin's reaction. Harwin didn't answer. He stumbled over to an old, dusty filing cabinet in the corner of his workshop, a cabinet he rarely opened. He took out a rusted key and unlocked it. From within, he pulled out a worn, leather-bound journal—his personal log from when he faithfully served Rayden’s father. With shaking hands, he opened it to a marked page. "Young Master… that name," Harwin said, his voice hoarse and choked with emotion. "Before the great betrayal, before that horrific night of the massacre."

"What difference would that make. I still watched the man die." "The asshole would have shot you if Darren hadn't. You spoke to him and told him you'd let him go, you let him off with a warning and disobeyed my orders to kill him but the bastard was still ungrateful, he pulled a gun to you when you turned your back to him. Darren only shot him to save your life." The day Harold Devin died was still visible in my memory. It was the very day I'd disobeyed orders from Vince, and the very day I decided not to kill just because the image of a girl had flashed into my mind.

Samuel said with a smile. Harvey looked at Samuel in horror. He didn't know about Shen Weng's death, but he couldn't get in touch with him, which made Harvey think that he didn't want to support him in money. Unexpectedly, he was dead!

Then, he took a shower and went to bed. At around 5:00 am, Joseph woke up and left the house. After the morning meeting, he returned to his office and found Jennifer there. Jennifer immediately said, "Dr. Hart, Warren died last night from a sudden heart attack. I suspect he was murdered. I want you to come with me and examine his body." "That's an unreasonable request. I can't agree to it," responded Joseph. He knew Warren would die, but he didn't expect it at this time.

Memories need to be shared with everyone so they know how powerful memories are. __________________________________ Four years later, Haru's loss was still fresh for everyone. Now Arche is facing the camera to speak, and he is being watched from every side of the world. "Mr. Arche Harrison. Today is the fourth death anniversary of your beloved woman. Why did you just now accept our invitation to interview you?" "Back then, I didn't have the strength to face everyone and I didn't have the strength to answer the questions you would ask me."

The sun was fixed over the horizon, shedding a neutral kind of light on the unmoving world. "Come on," he said, keeping his arm around her waist as they rose, but she didn't need assistance anymore. She could stand on her own just fine. Again, like nothing had happened. And as if that wasn't enough, she could also feel new, coherent thoughts forming in her mind. "Samuel Harlan." The name escaped her lips as naturally as an exhale of breath. "Samuel Harlan, forty-three, died at five fifty-eight of September twenty-seven."

“Yes, but… I couldn’t. It’s too painful.” “Let’s just go home. I’ve got a headache,” he muttered. “Maybe you need rest. We’ve all been stressed these past weeks.” Chase nodded in agreement. **** Meanwhile, back in the hospital… Doctor Harold immediately dialed a number. “Hello, higher lord. We’ve got a problem. Richard’s death is being suspected. The hybrid and her brother just left here—requesting an autopsy.” He chuckled nervously. “I had to act like they were talking nonsense before finally agreeing to save face. I’m sure the hybrid prompted it.”

Perez, with suicide. Mr. Perez was left with no choice but to call me and ask if I could meet him. I was busy counseling the villagers, so I rejected and ended the call. The day I headed to Touden after my promotion, Jane called me to tell me some news. During a relapse, Harold had banged his head on the wall until he died. "I heard that he was still muttering about how he must pass through the wall so that he could marry you," Jane said. "Fitting that an unfaithful bastard like him died like that!"

Marilyn braced herself and said, "What's the rush? Didn't we agree to wait for two days while I recover? If we attempt possession without sufficient preparation, there will be problems." "I can't give you that much time anymore!" Marshawn lost his patience. "Derek failed in his breakthrough and died. Someone killed all my informants and spies in Haron City. I don't have time!" Marilyn was shocked. She never expected someone to dare target the Williams family in Haron City!

I murmured, my eyes fixed on him, “Bianca said something to me once, that you’d do anything to protect what’s yours. Even kill for it.” He chuckled. “You talk like her now. She always had a wild imagination.” I leaned forward. “Is that what you call what happened to Harold? Her imagination?” The color drained slightly from his face. “What do you mean?” “Oh come now, Nathan. You don’t strike me as a fool. You were Harold’s right-hand man, the next in line to take over by marriage. Then suddenly, he gets sick, very sick, and within months, he’s gone.