John Lloyd Cruz Lock の小説・ストーリー

He could take his time I didn't mind, as long as I could get some information regarding the Cruz syndicate. Luis sighed in relief and placed his phone on my desk, facing me. “Sir, I've carried out the task you assigned me, and I have some information regarding it,” Luis began. As he said that, I leaned back in my chair, intrigued. “Go on, I'm listening,” I encouraged. “Well, Mr Javier received a letter of partnership from a well known syndicate in Russia; the Kuznetsov syndicate. They're planning to supply some of their armory to the Cruz syndicate,” Luis explained.

He evidently underestimated me, and that only speared more fear into him. “Señora Cruz, esto es todo un malentendido.” (Mrs Cruz, this is just a misunderstanding.) He begged, blood and saliva pouring from his mouth. His face was marred with black and blue bruises. Lumps had formed along his cheekbone, eyes and jaw. I admired the handy work of Luis. He had definitely done a good job. Perching against the table that hosted a collection of tools. None that I recognised, apart from a knife, but the metal ends glimmered in the dim light, looking just as murderous as the bearer.

He looked at the screen and answered. "I’m listening," he said flatly. A voice from the other end began speaking quickly, giving him information. "Damien Cruz is indeed the son of Chairman Cruz. He has a mother and a brother. But he had a fallout with the family and moved here to the States." Victor listened carefully, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk. "Anything suspicious about him?" Victor asked. "What was his last known activity?” "He was with Lyriel that morning," the man replied. "They went out together and came back about fifteen minutes before the performance started. After that, his next recorded location was his villa."

They were heavy, dirty, and covered in scratches from being dragged out of the Cruz building in Rome. "Get the tools," I ordered Sean. Sean walked to the corner of the room and brought back a large metal crowbar and a heavy electric drill. He knelt down in front of the middle safe—the one with the old Cruz family crest stamped onto the lock. The sound of the drill screaming against the thick iron filled the small office. It took ten long minutes of drilling and prying before the heavy lock finally snapped with a loud, metallic crack. Sean pulled the iron door open and reached inside.

Cruz made a choking sound. “Come on Cruz. Please?” she turned to him. “I want to release it.” “He’s not going to be able to liquidate enough assets to pay you back in full in thirty days. Nobody wants to see it.” “We can blur his bits out and his raggedy ass.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “We’re talking about the video Liborio has of you and your housekeeper fucking in your car. You know, the married housekeeper with three small kids at home, one of which might be Cruz’s half-sibling.”

He stole a glance at Kayden and their eyes locked. His thoughts or rather their thoughts were confirmed by the sudden locking with the other's eyes. But they both pretended as if it's nothing and Justin withdrew his gaze with a beaming smile. In Imperial city, Lily Cruz, also referred to as Mrs Cross, was announced dead. The internet was flooding with her pictures and the news of her sudden demise.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Lucas slid a tablet across the table and held it up for him to see. The screen came alive...his wife and children bound to chairs, their small wrists tied cruelly tight, mouths gagged. One of my men doused them in fuel, slick rivers staining their clothes. Another man crouched close, a lighter in hand, its flame flickering, ready to fall. De Cruz’s face drained of color instantly. I turned my gaze on him, my voice colder than death itself. “Did you just say you have nothing to lose?”

“But men like Cruz don’t share crowns, Luca. They use dogs until they’re too tired to bark, then they put them down.” His hand twitched at his side. She saw it, felt it—proof she’d hit bone. But before she could press further, the door opened again. Cruz entered with two of his men. The atmosphere shifted instantly, Luca straightening, tension snapping back into obedience. “Bring her,” Cruz ordered. His voice was calm, but it filled the room like thunder. Luca cut the ropes from her wrists. Her skin stung, blood rushing back into her hands, but she masked the pain with a smile sharp enough to draw her own blood. He hauled her to her feet, his grip firm, though lighter than before.

“We would like to announce the Latin award as Magna Cumlaude goes to Carmela Cruz with her parents to escort Alfred Cruz and Carina Cruz. We give her a round of applause, please.” They were all surprised and wondered who Carina Cruz was, especially Loid, Evelyn, and Dina. Who is Carina Cruz? Why is her name familiar? I was curious to see her. And he was the guy who asked me when I was in the toilet. What I said to myself, my mind came back when someone tapped me, and a woman, she motioned for me to sit down. “Hey! Sister, who is Carina Cruz? Why does she have the same name as Brother Loid’s wife?” Karen asked.