Novel & Cerita Joe Goldberg Stalking

“And by the way, how did you even know he came by? Did you have someone stalk me?” His silence told me everything. He definitely had someone watching me. “Wow. You really did,” I whispered, lowering my voice. “You had someone stalking me? You could have asked me directly!” “Yeah — the same questions I tried to ask you yesterday, but you claimed everything was fine even though Joe was standing right in front of you.” “Well, everything was fine. I handled Joe, okay? I can manage myself. I don’t need you bugging me or stalking me!”

I said and I could hear him breathe more easily. “Where are you?” he asked me. “Centralia,” I said. “You're still there?” He sounded shocked that I was basically still in Epworth. “Bike was empty. What happened? Why am I extracting?” I asked him. “John Gold thinks you killed Robert and made it look like a suicide. He’s claiming breach of contract and he wants Jericho’s head on a platter. He’s put you up for two million on the open market,” Jack said.

Zayden noticed that I wasn't paying attention to him anymore, and he turned his head to follow my gaze. The man instantly looked away, but it was too late. Zayden had seen him. "Do you know that man?" my mate asked softly. I tore my gaze away and turned back to Zayden. "No. No I don't. But I think he's a stalker." Very quietly, I told him about how I had noticed him staring at us back at the courthouse. "I didn't want to say anything because I wasn't sure if I was overthinking it or not, but I think it's safe to say that he is actually a stalker. He followed us here. And I have no idea who the fuck he is."

Jack growled, “Stop being cute and try being a business partner. I’m out at the swamp cabin. I’ve got a woman with a stalker. I need you to do some research.” Morgan breathed a sigh of relief. “No shit. A woman with a stalker?” said the man Jack had identified as Deke. “When did she become a client?” “Yesterday, when he took a shot at her in broad daylight in a crowd. I was sitting less than two feet from her.” “Holy… What info do you have?”

Ashton screeched to a halt right in front of the motorcyclist, who had been tailing Hayley for the last few days. Only he did not know that Ashton watched him instead. After the talk with Hayley, now Ashton knew who the stalker was. He was Jason Lowells’ man! Ashton had studied the man for the last few days. He didn’t look as dangerous as Gambino’s men did. Could he tackle him and scare him off Hayley’s back?

"The article was created three years ago by some doofus named Joel Yuckman. If there was a mistake, it would have been corrected before now." I watched as she exited the page and typed something into the search bar. Joel Yuckman, she typed. "Kate," I said slowly. "Please tell me you're not trying to stalk a stranger." She paused her typing to throw me a sly look. "Over the internet? Yes. In real life? No, thank you." I sighed. "It still counts as stalking, like, social-stalking, you know?" "No, Belle," she deadpanned, looking at me flatly. "No, I don't know. Besides, you do it almost all the time."

Joe instructed. "Yes, Sir. You can count on me." *** Joe stepped out of his office dressed in a plain T-shirt and a standard cap, looking like a common janitor. Nothing about his appearance suggested he was the owner of an empire with trillions in assets. Today, however, he wasn't heading to the hospital; he was tailing someone. He had accidentally seen Barbara’s social media status—a photo of her with another man. Fueled by jealousy, Joe decided to stalk her. He had even tapped her phone without her knowledge, tracking her every move.

I said to him as I gestured with my hands " I wasn't supposed to confront you, but you came home early with your friend and I panicked" he explained. " I have been watching behind the scenes since you returned to the country" " You do know that is stalking right?" I asked " I am just doing my job " he replied " It's still stalking" I reaffirmed His story made sense... but then it didn't. Who on earth could have hired him? It sure wasn't Rowan.... then who? A million and one questions ran through my head at once as I tried to process the information.

Lola stared at the dark reflection of the window, her pulse racing. Whoever was stalking her… They weren’t just watching. They were documenting. And they were getting closer.

"Don't you plan to explain yourself to me? Why did your assistant show up when I was having lunch?" Clark silently left the room, closing the door in the process. "Would you believe me if I said it was a coincidence?" "Coincidence, my ass!" Willow gripped her bag tightly. She would've tossed her purse right in Theodore's face if she wasn't still being reasonable. "This isn't your first time stalking me. Do you know how inappropriate this is?" "When was the first time?" "At the Japonian restaurant! Did you forget?" "You sent me your location that time."