Novel & Cerita Janine Sherlock

Not because she believed Mina capable of causing trouble, but because the situation itself had been strange. Madam Hawthorne sat in her study, the quiet rustle of paper the only sound in the room as she examined the first investigation report. The investigator had been thorough. Jade August. Age, education, employment history. From what the report described, Jade was an exceptionally hardworking young woman who had climbed her way through school with scholarships and relentless effort before eventually joining the Hawthorne Empire. There was nothing inherently suspicious in the file. In fact, it painted the portrait of someone diligent and disciplined.

And that kiss… She bit her lip, a knot forming in her throat. She couldn't deny her feelings for Lucas, but what did that mean for her and Liam? Janette shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate. She needed to find the poison, for Lucas's sake. She went back to the microscope, diligently scanning the slides one by one. As the minutes ticked by, her frustration grew. There was nothing in any of the samples she'd collected that could explain Lucas's condition. Just as she was about to give up, she spotted something strange in the corner of one of the slides. A small, jagged-shaped crystal caught her eye.

Raising my head, I squinted my eyes as I saw two of Mr Thwane Clark's henchmen tying Josephine up in chains. Her voice was tremulous, I could hear her heart throbbing loudly from where I stood. "Let her go…" I tried to move my hands but I realized I was tied up in reinforced chains. "Max Berkeley… works at MetapleX… the chief Tech. officer… your resume is impressive." Mr Thwane Clark's voice is hoarse. Looking at him I could only see the devil in a luxury tuxedo. "You know, for a drug dealer, a trafficker of young girls, you sure look pretty." My voice Ortund.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

“I can follow a paper or computer trail a criminal leave in a white-collar crime. Tell you what their personality is like. How to spot them among many. So, I warn you I’m a crazy that can find your darkest secrets in minutes or hours. Enjoy your evening.” Merina used the silence to slip past the line of stunned women and return to the party. Joyce found her then. “I missed it. What happened? Are you alright?” “I admit, I forgot how assertive I can be. I despise having to assert myself.”

I'll get justice for you—I won't let Laila get away with this! A tempest of emotions swirled in me as I hovered above, watching him. Five years ago, no one believed I was the one who had donated the kidney to my father. I thought that truth would die with me. But now, Simon had uncovered it all. This time, would Mom and Dad still take Laila's side? When Simon arrived at Laila's ward with evidence and witnesses, Mom was feeding her. Dad stood by, his face full of tender affection.

Jax's Point of View 'Who is she?' Shelby asked. Shelby was the chief detective of New York and was also under my pay check so he protected me from any sort of criminal charges that I may face if any men are careless or tell me about any snitches that phone the cops with intentions of putting me out in business. My go to man for snitches. But who was she? 'My fucking headache. Each and every fucking day.' 'I'll say it she's sexy.'

Her face was cool and distant but her eyes softened as Proserpina glided up to her, somehow managing to look graceful despite her rounded belly, and ushered her in. “Aiyana! You haven’t met Hila, right?” she said gently and Hila nodded slightly. The woman with high cheekbones and slightly slanting eyes was of Native American descent, thought Hila, and she immediately deduced it to be Aiyana Laughing Water, James Schwartz's live-in partner and a former FBI agent. The woman’s black eyes were also assessing her keenly, and she gave a slight nod before sitting down beside Schwartz. Proserpina made her way to her husband and sank down onto the chair gratefully as the Boss reached across and gripp

Though, the way she used to speak of them as if she knew them only made her wonder. Ugh, what do I do now? I was incredibly young at the time, so trusting my old, blurred memories is difficult. "Do you have a name?" She asks softly, her glamour green eyes boring into my own. I hesitate for a moment. "It's Valerie. Just Valerie." I smile. She returned the gesture. Her eyes scanned my face for so long that I began to feel uncomfortable, but I kept my silence. "There’s something about you, Valerie. Something...unusually hopeful." she hums. What the fuck does she mean by that?