Is Max Mayfield Dead Mga Nobela at Kwento

And the thought of facing the old reality she was currently taking a break from sounded scary. “What about my parents?” “Your parents are dead. You lost your father just almost five months ago, and your mother died when you were sixteen.” “Oh,” May intoned meekly. That one elicited a feeling of hurt somewhere in her chest. Her body surely remembered that pain, and she grimaced, wishing she didn't learn about that. And then the discomfort began to get more intense. She started to hit her sternum lightly, coughing. “Are you okay?” “I need to head home,” May told him in a strained tone.

James did not hide it from her and said, “That person is too scheming, and it's not safe to keep him by my side.” May, who was in Common Clinic, fell silent after hearing the news. After a few seconds, she pleaded, “C-Can I get his body back?” “I’m afraid that will be a bit difficult. The Emperor’s Red Flame Army cleaned up the battlefield, not mine. I’m no longer on duty and don’t have the right to request the Emperor for a corpse.” “Alright. Understood.” May hung up the phone. After hanging up, she cried. She grew up with the Black Snake. They trained and fought side by side. The Black Snake had always taken good care of her, but now she could not even see him for the last time.

After a moment of silence, he finally asked, "What happened to your parents?" May sighed and played with Stone's shirt before answering. "They died in a car accident when I was 7 years old. I lived with my grandmother after that." "Is your grandmother still alive?" "No. She died of cancer when I was 18." “I am so sorry, May.” May could hear sincerity in his voice, which made her even sadder. Not wanting to dwell on her past, May changed the subject. "So... you're the mafia boss, huh? What’s that like?"

Jasmine felt empty she felt hollow, and she looked at Hayley who was just standing there and did nothing. ~~~ Max’s funeral was arranged soon and the many people came to attend it. It came a shock to everyone that Max had suddenly died. Jonathan also had nearly collapsed when he heard about this, he wasn’t able to believe it for a while, “how is it possible? How can he die?! Why?” Beth was sitting beside him and said, “they say that he committed suicide after eating silver. And he did it because he was not able to pay back what he had stolen.”

“Which either means someone had access to his documents after his death.” “Or he filed them himself.” Max was quiet. “I don’t know which is worse.” I looked at the screen. At the name. At the incorporation date sitting fourteen months after a graveside in a private cemetery on the estate grounds. “If he’s alive,” I said, “where has he been for three years?” “Building something,” Max said. “Or hiding from something. Or both.” “But we saw his body.” I paused for a bit. “It's impossible.”

Like his son, he convulsed in pain like his head was going to explode. Kayson left the mansion and called Michael. “Patrick and Hector Allen, as well as a so-called Master Jo, are dead. Can you take care of it?” Michael seemed to be doused in extreme shock as Kayson failed to receive any response as half a minute lapsed. “Mr. Whitman?” he repeated with furrowed brows. It was only then Michael replied hastily, “Yes! Of course! “But Mr. Yarde, the head of the Allens, Tuckson, might go berserk due to Patrick’s death…”

* * * “…and for out top story, MaxxTech CEO, Sinclair Godfrey has been declared missing…” “Hey, I heard Mrs. Maxwell is on her way to make a quick announcement today,” Maddy said as she pulled a chair next to Glen at the small table in the breakroom. Looking down at the paused screen of the news video on Glen’s phone, she added, “God, he’s been missing for more than a week now. Do you really think he might still be alive?”

Whoever he was looking at seemed to have suddenly removed the drunkenness in him and he had to blink several times and shake his head. Jordan turned back and found Maya, placing a comforting arm around Cass, who is sobbing beside her. She is currently consoling his niece with comforting words. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Clifford asked intently. “What did you say?!” Jordan suddenly asked, the question Clifford gave sent warning bells into his mind. “Supposed to be dead? What the f8ck do you mean by that?!” Clifford pointed at Maya. “She’s supposed to be dead!!!” He shouted and panic suddenly reflected in his eyes. “S-She died in that accident!”

I hear Jackson murmur. I play the video, and Max's image appears. He looks better than he did the night I watched him die. Max was in such a sorry state when cancer overcame him. The pain he felt was clear. The first thing he said was an apology to Pedro and a joke about how he couldn't buy his health.

Emma’s heartbeat quickened. “What do you mean?” “I don’t know.” Maya shook her head. “But it’s strange, isn’t it?” She leaned back against the couch. “No one talks about her.” “Not Dad.” “Not Adrian.” “Not anyone.” The observation settled heavily over the room. Emma frowned. “She died in an accident.” “That’s what we’ve always been told,” Maya said. The words landed harder than they should have. Because she was right. That’s what they’d been told.