Kevin Keller の小説・ストーリー

As he passed by his men, he nodded slightly and said, "I will contact you later." The man watched the backs of Brodie and Joselyn as they left, listening to Jaime still grumbling. He said, "That person was Brodie Keller." Jaime angrily said, "I don't care who he is!" The man said, "You must not be from around here. Do you know the Keller family in Lochcliff? He was the heir of the Keller family, a world-renowned cardiac surgeon. I hope your family doesn't have any heart problems. If you ever have the chance to seek Professor Keller, you won't have the same attitude as today."

And yet, hidden behind that pharmaceutical polish, the tiny green baggie of powder sat like a parasite. “Damn near perfect,” I muttered. “You’d think they were packaged by the original manufacturer.” Mark crossed his arms. “Whoever did this isn’t sloppy. They knew exactly how to mimic the process — right down to the shrink wrap and expiration print.” “Any update on Kevin?” I asked. Mark shook his head. “Gone. He didn’t show up for work yesterday, and he’s not answering his phone. His landlord hasn’t seen him in the last 48 hours. It’s safe to assume he is on the run.”

“What?” He gestured toward Isabella dramatically. “You’re really not going to introduce me to this beautiful damsel?” He even licked his lips playfully, causing Jasmine to burst into laughter. “Oh right,” I said, laughing lightly. “My bad. Isabella, this is—” “Never mind,” Kevin interrupted confidently. “I’ll introduce myself personally.” He straightened proudly before flashing Isabella a charming smile. “I’m Kevin,” he said smoothly. “Audrey’s older brother.”

Claire nodded, grateful for her past acting experience. They were interrupted by the harsh buzz of the doorbell. Kevin turned out to be an older gentleman, in his fifties, with a huge beer belly peeping out from under his tight black ACDC t-shirt. He was virtually bald apart from an unflattering fringe of long straight greasy grey hair around the sides and back of his head. His eyes were protuberant and lecherous. "Hi Kev, this is Claire Bell," Bobby said as he entered the office.

"Kevin, maintain a close watch on that trail." "I’ve already vetted the lead," Kevin continued. "It’s a collaborative effort from several Academy scholars, spearheaded by a male named Kenneth Nelson. He holds a staggering number of patents and is a rare talent in the field." I had a strange, prickling sensation that Grant’s posture stiffened the moment Kenneth’s name was uttered, but he masked it instantly. The briefing rolled on. As a junior strategist, I had no seat at the high table, so I kept my head down and focused on transcribing the meeting.

Adrian Keller. For a moment, Selena froze. She stared, refusing to accept what she saw. Keller hadn’t simply walked away; he’d been forced out. The official story painted him as unstable, a genius gone off the rails. Marcus backed it up in private, calling Keller brilliant but dangerous, obsessed with possibilities, and unreliable. Yet here he was, five years later, contacting her from a Swiss server. The subject line was almost unnerving in its simplicity. You were right to look. Selena opened it.

"That's just a small punishment. Next time, it won't be a leg. It'll be his head." This time, facing the same question, I didn't dare lie. I didn't dare scheme. My dad, Frank Keller, was old. His leg hadn't even healed from what happened six months ago. I stared into Kevin's cold eyes. "I'm your– "Mistress." He had never given me any real title. Kevin scoffed. "You?" Disgust flickered in his eyes as he looked me up and down and took in my ruined figure. "You look more like a nun from a church. Why would I ever make you my mistress?"

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

How could that have happened? “We are dealing with someone better at computers than you, Ellie,” Kevin added. Kaylee then mentioned he was also a stalker as well. He follows and watches every target he has ever met. I left the room upset. All this time, I thought he was just an antisocial assistant. But he is much more than that. “Every time we think we are ahead, we end up at a dead end.” I wiped my tears. Out of nowhere, Kevin immediately hugged me from behind. I can feel he was furious like I was. We need to do something before the time runs out.