Novel & Cerita Korean Englishman Austin Died

She asked, rubbed her left palm on the bed and stood up as she was going to take her bath. "Alright, see you later," Dean answered. "Yea." She said and disconnected. ****** Right in a black range rover parked by the roadside, Mr Austin got antsy in the back seat as he haven't received any information from his men, so he decided to call them and know how far they have gone with the mission he gave them, he knew Eduardo very well and he also knew that the mission was not going to be an easy one for his men. Mr Austin called and he answered in one ring. "Hello, can I speak with Rock?" He asked.

Leonard said. “That kind of explains better… So, Jennifer?” I turned my gaze to her. “Um… well, well…” Jennifer stammered nervously. “I and Jennifer were once in a relationship,” Austin said. “When?... where?” I asked anxiously. “England. Remember I once travelled to England for some things?” Austin replied. “But Jennifer happened to be in Germany,” Jason cut in immediately. “Erm… I travelled to England with my friends for some months. So I came across Austin and we dated for a few months before we broke up due to some issues,” Jennifer explained.

The pain in his expression cut deeper than I expected. “Austin…” “I’m sorry,” I whispered, stepping away from Jalen. “I didn’t mean for you to see that. I’m so sorry.” Austin let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You disappeared from London without a word because your mother died. I dropped everything and flew here to be with you. I held you while you cried. I comforted you last night… and this is what I get?” Tears stung my eyes. “Austin, please—”

But he couldn't make himself care about any of them. "Okay," he said. "I'll stay." They lay down together on Rosemary's bed. Austin held her close, feeling her heartbeat against his chest. For the first time in days, he felt peaceful. "Tell me about your mother," Rosemary said softly. "Maya mentioned her earlier, but you never talk about her." Austin tensed up. His mother was not a subject he liked to discuss. "She died when I was eighteen," he said quietly. "Rogue attack."

Austin saw that I was falling into a daze again and pulled me into his arms, patting me gently on the back. "Don't think about it anymore. Everything's in the past now." I had had a huge fright, and my mind still refused to return to reality. Yet, I also wanted to know what had happened to Amy and Mason. "Are they dead?" Austin shook his head. However, his voice was grim as he said, "Amy fell to her death. They managed to save Mason's life, but his heart is severely injured. He can't do vigorous exercises anymore." I blinked rather blankly.

Austin said with a guilty tone and apologized, "I'm sorry." "Meanwhile, the big force of cops came to rescue us. As it was demanded by your father. I knelt and shook your father. Aaron was crying in my hand. He smiled at Aaron and placed his blood-crammed hand on Aaron's head and blessed him that he would be safe and healthy. I felt very bad, I called Peter who was also shooting to beat the goons. As Peter carried Aaron, I carried your father but he denied and showed me his pocket," Austin was feeling a lot of pain saying this. "When I inserted my hand in his pocket. I found a wallet. As I opened it there was a photo of the trio of you," he showed and smiled seeing your photo. The man was dy

“But he died in the explosion—we saw it. Could someone else be picking up where he left off?” My stomach twisted, my eyes burning with the fear of an unseen enemy. Tom’s voice was steady, his heart resolute. “Austin’s dead, coroner confirmed it, but he had connections—loose ends we never tied up. Could be one of them. I’ll dig into it, but get that bouquet to a lab—check for prints, toxins, anything. Don’t touch it more than you have.” My throat burned, my pulse racing as I nodded, my heart aching with the weight of his words.

“Austin, you really think Max is going to share power with you? The man who tried to kill our parents?” Austin’s expression flickers. Just for a second. “They’re dead. Have been for seven years.” “Are they?” The question hangs in the air. Austin’s grip on the gun tightens. “What are you fucking talking about?” “The accident. The car crash. Mom and Dad burned to death while I barely survived.” Angelo’s voice turns mocking. “Great story. Very tragic. Except it’s bullshit, fucking bullshit.” “You’re insane.” “Am I? Then explain why Max just sent me a photo of them. Alive. Bound to chairs. Very much not dead.”

"The name's Tasha, not that you asked but I'm doing you the privilege of knowing it" Austin kept quiet, sitting beside his mum's grave, and ignored her. "So what's your name?" she sat beside him. He ignored her, still concentrating on the name written on the grave. She noticed it and read it out loud "Mrs. Richard Joan". Austin looked at her and returned his gaze right back at the grave. "So who was the woman you came with yesterday?" "What woman?" Austin quickly replied, looking confused. "A lady was standing over you here when you were busy crying like a baby"

Austin froze for a moment and was displeased. He wondered why there were still people who were looking for death in these years. “Which jerk is looking for death? “Hurry up and get in front of me.” Austin said arrogantly, and he did not even turn his head to take a look. Slowly, the footsteps behind him got closer and closer. The old man continued and said, “Aussy, your temper is getting worse now.” Aussy? The only person who dared to call him this was…