Novel & Cerita Klaus Hargreeves

Her lawyer, Reginald Cole, appeared at her elbow — she had called him from inside the station, and he had arrived with the quiet efficiency of a man who billed by the hour and made every minute count. "No comment," he said, smoothly and repeatedly, like a machine. "No comment. Please make way. No comment." A microphone clipped her shoulder. A camera nearly hit her face. Someone grabbed her arm — a reporter, overzealous, too close — and Karma turned and looked at him with such cold, precise stillness that he stepped back without understanding why. She kept walking. The car was parked twenty meters away. It felt like twenty kilometers. "Dr Kuntz, your father was a decorated officer with twenty

The day Logan returned from the dead, I knew something wasn't right. He hadn't survived alone. Someone had hidden him, someone powerful. So I hired the best private intelligence firm money could buy. Their assignment was simple. It was to find everyone connected to Logan Williams, that was how I discovered he was linked with the Hargroves. Weeks became months, and most leads went nowhere. Then one investigator found an old insurance report from twenty-five years earlier. One name kept appearing in sealed records, Victor Hale. Former security chief, officially retired and unofficially...gone.

"Special Agent Harris has been standing near the north bar for twenty minutes. He has already declined three glasses of champagne. He is strictly here to watch you." I followed Marcus’s gaze. Harris stood in a perfectly ordinary, off-the-rack gray suit, a stark contrast to the bespoke tuxedos surrounding him. He looked sharp, dry, and entirely unimpressed by the multi-million-dollar display of wealth. He was waiting for a slip. A single, trembling hand, a look of silent desperation, or a cold space between the newlyweds that would give his federal task force the legal leverage to suspect coercion. "He wants the crack in the glass," I said, my voice steady.

"Yes, sir." Klaus felt a little bit tired. Just how long will he have to kill for his granddaughter? He even pulled down the Golden Age for the sake of his granddaughter and just as she wished and killed Henry. It's the first time that he called the best assassin to kill the father so they'll lose everything. "Also," he said. "Make sure that Jeremy Cha won't even say a thing. But keep him alive." "Yes, sir." He sighed and reached his phone to call his granddaughter. She wasn't answering and it's one of the things that he hates about her. The silent threat was a psychological thing to torture someone and his granddaughter was good at it. He scoffed and hung up.

Quick to spot the points that most people would miss. Kate, 37 years old. Dressed in an oversized black hoodie and navy blue ripped jeans. Her specialty lies in technology. A white-hat hacker with impressive hacking skills. Stefan, 39 years old. Dressed in a casual white t-shirt and a sky blue shirt on top and black jeans. Also, has a unique watch on his right wrist. He is Mr. Anderson's old disciple who has cracked many important and difficult cases with him. And last but not least Mr. Gray, the same age as Mr. Anderson, 44 years old. Dressed in a black suit. He always wears formal attire. His biggest rival and friend. He and Mr. Anderson were rivals since his first day here.

The little bell above the door jingled as I stepped inside. The waiting area still smelled like fresh coffee and lemon polish, the same fake-cheerful scent every lawyer’s office seemed to share. Mr. Hargrove looked up from the reception desk where he was chatting with his assistant when I walked in. He was in his late fifties, silver at the temples, tie slightly loosened like he had already put in a long day. When he saw me, his face shifted into that practiced, professional smile he always wore for clients. “Lila,” he greeted warmly, standing up and coming around the desk. “Good to see you. Though I wasn’t expecting you today. Everything all right?”

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

I turned away from her again. “Balor-“ “Goodbye, Nes.” *** *Present day* I stood at the far end of the debriefing room as Detective Killian and Sullivan looked over the footage I brought. Fighting the urge to stand near her. Only breathing through my mouth to avoid inhaling her scent anymore than I already had. The dull throbbing of my head, becoming stronger the longer we stood here.

and “SURVEILLANCE.” As he continued to scroll through the members' files, one name stood out on the screen. It was highlighted in red: Lex Hargrove. Julian immediately recognized the name. Lex Hargrove had once worked alongside his grandfather and father. He’d always believed they were business partners of some sort, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Hargrove could be connected to something like this. Hargrove had betrayed his family. With a sigh, Julian opened the bio. The bio detailed Hargrove’s role in the organization as a key member. He was an enforcer and strategist, orchestrating some of the most devastating operations the organization had carried out, including eli

That was when I spotted someone I knew, not one on one, but someone we all knew from politics to any lists of the rich you can mention. Mr. Gregory Cole He is known to be one of the most powerful oil moguls in the country and some even say he might be a mafia behind the scenes. Even though he was in his late fifties, he was still tall, still handsome and well built. The type of man who smiled without ever softening his eyes. He walked towards us and his eyes landed on me. His gaze was invasive like he was taking off my dress slowly. This made me feel uncomfortable. “This must be the new Mrs. Hargrave,” he said, stepping closer. “You’re more stunning in person than I imagined.”