Is Jeff The Killer Real นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Tsk, you could do something bad to me.” Jeff smiled slightly because his intelligent brain was indeed devising brilliant ideas to rape Cylo until he could no longer walk normally. But seeing his condition, it seemed he had to postpone his brilliant plan for now. His focus now was to introduce himself to this hired killer. “Okay, let's talk.” Jeff stared at Cylo, who wasn't looking at him. “My name is Jefford William Ricardo. I am the leader of the Black Wolf mafia, and I am very interested in you, Cylo.”

"Nathan's death was an accident, but my father buried the fallout. Silenced the families with hush money all under a shell corporation. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know." I studied his face to see the struggle between guilt and disbelief on his features. "But now you do," His lips opened wide, but no words came out. Perhaps there was nothing to say at all. I turned away. The air seemed thicker now, as if the walls were pressing closer around me. Edward Richards was no simple killer: he was undoubtedly ruthless - but also calculated. Clean. And maybe his reputation had roots extending further than we'd really understood. "Cassie." Jeffery's voice softened. "We'll fix this. I'll expose eve

Jeff exhaled slowly, “The cameras at the protest were tampered with. There’s a gap in the footage, right at the moment the smoke bomb went off. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.” My heart sank, “So we have nothing.” “For now,” His eyes darkened, “But I’m not giving up.” I stared at him, searching his face, “What are you going to do?” Jeff’s jaw flexed, “I have people looking for him and I don’t mean just security, I mean people who know how to find ghosts.” A shiver ran down my spine, Jeff wasn’t just talking about private investigators, he was talking about people from his past. The past he’d tried to keep buried.

(LILY POV) “Are you two wasting a resource? I don’t trust the baking skill you possess Lily. Butler Nang! Who told you to let them make mess in my kitchen!” The killjoy commences again his agitation toward us. If ever your going to asked me who is the ultimate killjoy in the surface of the world. It was Jeoff! He is! HE IS! Jeoff was the king of the killjoys! He should be declared as the world’s killjoy EVER! “Jeoff.” He might forget that he was dying human a while ago. But…

"Jeff, you know me!" "I believe numbers. I believe what adds up," he said, and for the first time, I saw the doubt in his eyes. "And right now, Jane’s confession adds up to a very clean closed case." "Then you must know that Jane being a lone killer doesn't add up! She's not even a Thorne! She’s an employee! She doesn't have the resources to take down a private jet! Or the accident with my parents. Someone was behind her!" "Don't you get it?" Jeff leaned in, his voice a harsh whisper. "If she’s naming an accomplice, *you* are the accomplice.

"I know, I know, but there was no way for me to inform the police, or anyone else, about my suspicion without me sounding crazy and paranoid to them. Even my sister thought that I was letting my hate for Will cloud my judgment. I had to be doubly sure of what I was telling them first." "You don't understand, Jeff. This isn't just an ordinary abduction. It's much bigger than that. I'm surprised that Will has had this place for this long without anyone noticing what's going on inside it. I think he's a drug dealer. This is the place he brings and tortures his defaulters, as well as the people who wrong him. He is not at all what he portrays to the public, Jeff. He's a cold-blooded murderer. He

Theo fired back as his eyes twitched in outrage. "And be ready to expect her to get a high heart attack, probably for her to collapse and die at the scene. You would be awarded for the most dangerous human being for being behind the death of your closest siblings. Try it. It would surely be fun, don't you think?" Jeffery grinned with his blood-stained teeth wide open like a maniac in a horror movie. Damn! I feel like disappearing.

Elanor let out a sigh. Then, she said quietly, “Young Master Bauer…” “Enough. Let’s not talk about this.” Jeff waved his hand to cut her off. “How are your injuries?” “Were you scared?” “That b*stard was one of mine, but he still tried to kill you! He deserves death!” Jeff clapped his hands. Right after that, someone handed a firearm to him. He pulled the trigger without even bothering to look at the man with the buzzcut.

He had stepped on a land mine he knew but what it had been was far from his knowledge and gulping a load of his saliva, he looked away. “Mr. Dean, I am sure you have heard about the quote, curiosity killed the cat?” Alastor alleged eyeing the man with his freezing blue eyes, “Working in this particular facility you must be aware that it has gotten more people killed than just a puny animal. You wouldn’t want to be one of them, do you?” To threaten a police officer in their own station and yet have them cower in their presence was the kind of man that Alastor Tynen was.

But deep down, he knew this was the truth and he could not deny it. “Did you kill him?” he asked suddenly. Kyla’s eyes widened in shock. “What? No! Why would you even ask that?” Jeffrey’s voice grew harsher. “The fake kidnapping, the fake marriage… Now we’re fake siblings too? Oh, and I saw your weapons! What the hell do you really do, Kyla?” He stood up, his anger spilling out of him. Kyla looked at him, stunned. For a moment, she thought she would cry right there, but she fought them back. “I know what you think, Jeffrey. But it's nothing like it, I didn’t kill your father.”