Novel & Cerita Key Glock Wife

Then he picked up the gun. "This is a Glock 19. Nine millimeter. Standard, reliable, relatively easy to handle." He showed me the magazine, the safety, and the basics with practiced ease. "Your stance is important. Feet shoulder-width apart. Slight bend in the knees. Hold it with both hands—dominant hand on the grip, support hand underneath." He demonstrated, aimed, and fired. Three perfect shots to the center of the target. "Your turn." He handed me the gun. It was heavier than I expected. I tried to copy his stance, but it felt wrong, awkward.

“You’re not the only one who knows how to play the long game, George. And you should remember—I never agreed to be a piece. I agreed to be your wife.” “For the sake of a contract,” he said, still holding onto the last thread of authority. “Then you should’ve married someone spineless,” she replied, climbing the stairs with poise that couldn’t be touched. --- Later That Night – George’s Study He didn’t go upstairs. Instead, George paced the length of his study, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, the half-drunk glass of whiskey on the desk growing warmer by the minute. The headlines flooded his phone, relentless: > “Mrs. Knights’ Silent Entrance Makes the Loudest Statement.”

“Nate, I don’t—” “Where?” His jaw was locked, anger radiating from him. I walked into the closet and sighed as I pulled out the black metal case. Nathan watched me as I exited and set it on the bed. “How do you open it?” He set the Ruger down. I lined my fingers up and set them down. “It’s a biometric fingerprint lock.” After a moment, the lock sprung and the case opened. “Glock 19.” He reached forward and grabbed the gun along with the clip that was sitting beside it. He looked at it for a moment before sliding the clip in.

The memory of the woman's wide eyes kept looping like a broken record in my head. The door opened. Gideon walked in carrying a slim tablet. "The report is ready, Sir," Gideon said, placing the tablet on the table. "The woman earlier is named Mary Kessler. She is the legal wife of Julian Kessler, CEO of Kessler Holding, one of the leading billionaires and the biggest business cartel lords in Switzerland. They came to Canada for a family vacation." My brow furrowed sharply. Julian Kessler's wife. "But why did she and her guard look at me and avoid me as if I were a devil freshly risen from hell?" I muttered, more to myself. "And that woman's face... she feels incredibly familiar to me. Find ou

A small handwritten note had been added beneath the final clause. Her eyes narrowed. “This wasn't in the original contract.” Damien's expression changed. Sophia pointed at it. “What does this mean?” Damien looked at the note. For the first time since he had entered the café, his confidence disappeared. Sophia slowly read the words aloud. “The wife must never investigate the circumstances surrounding Richard Reed's downfall.” Her blood ran cold. She looked at Damien. “What does my father have to do with our marriage?” Damien said nothing but his silence made Sophia's heart began pounding.

I was about to push it open when a man in a light gray shirt stepped out first. I took one look and knew he was exactly the type Serena Vaughn would like—clean-cut, composed, carrying himself with quiet steadiness. “And you are?” he asked. His eyes swept quickly over Ethan in my arms, and his expression shifted. “I’m Serena’s husband, Lucas Drake,” I said evenly. “I came to see how my wife managed to sign herself as a family member to your child.” A nurse pushed a treatment cart past us in the hallway, and several family members chatted nearby.

As soon as I sent my location, a bodyguard slapped my phone out of my hand. A man and a woman stood at the hotel entrance, staring at me with mocking smiles. "Well, well. If it isn't the famous Finn Kirkland. What's wrong? Money can't save your mother now?" Wendy Lowell is the only person in the world who can perform my mom's surgery. Money has lost its value. She hated my mom now. No amount of money could change that.

I said in my most glacial tone, trying to appear confident despite how my knees quake in fear. The guard looked me up and down. “And may I ask about your purpose for meeting with our boss?” He asked, not the least bit intimidated by my show of confident aura. “I am his wife.” An unusual silence greeted my pronouncement while the guard looked at me in disbelief. I even heard a snort of disgust from somewhere. “Our boss is the most elusive bachelor in Glendale. You must have mistaken him for the other Kingston.” He told me and asked to leave the entrance passable for others.

I told the driver to rush home, I summoned all the staff and security cameras whoever helped her will regret it. " Will someone tell me why the hell my wife is missing yet you are all just standing here " they all kept quiet no one answered. In front of me was one of the new security guards I took out my gun and pointed the gun at his head. " Where is my wife " I asked him he was shaking he obviously didn't know where she was I could tell but that on its on pissed me off I hired them so they can know their where she is all the time.

’ I asked the professor. ‘Knew would be more accurate.’ Her nose wrinkled, like someone who’d caught a bad smell. ‘I knew her husband once. Aaron. Years ago. We lost touch after his first wife died. That hasn’t stopped his second wife from trying to recruit me into some organisation or other for the better part of two years. I’ve declined, repeatedly, which I imagine she finds irritating.’ ‘That might explain why you were invited here tonight,’ I said. She waited for approaching footsteps to pass before speaking again. ‘What about you? Why would Gloria Lockwood want to drug you?’