John Lloyd Cruz Lock Mga Nobela at Kwento

A password-protected video file hidden in the backup flash drive Claudine didn’t get. The file was named: “CRUZ-BLOODLINE.MP4” I froze. “Cruz…?” Justin turned slowly toward me. “That’s your last name, isn’t it?” I nodded, throat dry. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. “What if I don’t want to know?” “You have to.” And so, I typed in the passphrase Leo had once jokingly called me. “prettyboss_jo88” The file unlocked. And what played next shattered everything I thought I knew.

Finally, he spoke: "This court has reviewed all testimonies, evidence, and records. Despite the collapse of certain witness accounts, the remaining documentation is damning. Cruz , you are hereby found guilty of first-degree murder, conspiracy to kidnap, and systemic abuse. You and the named individuals will be taken into custody immediately." Shockwaves hit the room. Gasps. Tears. Applause broke out from Clara’s supporters and victims' families. Cruz stood frozen, stunned as two enforcers shackled his wrists. He didn’t resist. Not this time.

"Who are you? How come you know that locking technique?” Lorenzo kicked the gun that Krystal was holding earlier and locked the woman's slender body with his body. No matter the blood seeping from his arm and dripping on the floor he stepped on, right now all he wanted was to know who she really was because she looked so much like Selena. And every inch of his body sent out the electric shock that he had always felt when he came into contact with Selena.

His blood ran cold at one in particular. Ximena, laughing. With Leandro Cruz. Miguel’s jaw tightened. He slammed the tablet onto the desk. Carlos rushed in moments later, startled by the sound. “Sir, what—?” Miguel pointed to the screen. “Leandro Cruz. She was with him.” Carlos went still. “That’s not good.” Miguel narrowed his eyes. “He’s dangerous. He ruins people for fun.” “Exactly why you shouldn’t provoke him,” Carlos said carefully. “You know his track record. Hostile takeovers. Broken companies. Broken people. He’s not someone you want to challenge carelessly.”

“What did we find?” Silence. “Nothing?” My voice rose, the sharpness replaced with fury. “You mean to tell me that in all this time, not one of you has anything? Not one goddamned clue where they’ve taken her?” Luca, one of my lieutenants, stepped forward. “We’re still waiting on word from a couple of contacts. Cruz’s people have gone underground. They’re not moving the way they normally do.” “Cruz.” I spat the name like poison. “Of course, it’s him. Who else would have the balls?”

In the early stages after establishing the company, they faced many difficulties, but they all tried to solve it together successfully. But for those things, Daniel Cruz has no small merit, the effort he put in is more than that of Brendon Levi and Smith. It can be said that without Daniel Cruz, there would be no JK today. But later, not long after JK succeeded, Daniel Cruz was suddenly harmed, falsely accused of embezzlement of public funds, and William went to prison. He was a pure person all his life, could not stand that humiliation, so he committed suicide in prison. When Smith brought his ashes home, his wife also carried the ashes with her husband.

Cruz refused to leave the place and let the police do their job even after much persuasion that she would be found alive so Dave and Klaus also stayed behind to keep an eye on him. They had already confirmed that the corpse at Lancaster was that of the real Hayden Cooper and this has narrowed these suspicions to just one person which was Landon. Cruz was in the restroom of his room in the safe house when his phone first rang and he couldn't answer it. For the second time, Dave answered it. "Mr. Westham I am busy and currently can't answer the phone right now." He informed casually and attempted to end the call before he heard the altered voice of the call.

That was all Lorenzo needed to confirm. Besides handing Luca to him on a silver platter, Lorenzo had obtained the details of the substantial transfer Leandro had made to the person who sold him the incomplete Luna Nera formula. Leandro did not even bother denying that he was the one screwing him over with the illegal distribution of that altered drug in his bars. Why pretend innocence in a conversation between jackals? He did not care whether Lorenzo found out who had sold him out. In the end, that was less important than getting his piece of the pie from the mine deal.