Novel & Cerita Lavi Bookman

"I had an umbrella. The wind killed it." The main course arrived. A filet mignon, rare, practically bloody. Levi had a massive ribeye that looked raw. He cut into it with precise, savage grace. "How is the audit going?" he asked casually, popping a piece of meat into his mouth. I hesitated. "It's... interesting. Mrs. Vance is very thorough." "Isla is a pitbull," Levi said. "But she hides things. I hired your firm because I want to know what she's hiding."

“Well, in case you’re wondering—yes. I’m real. And yes, I’m ridiculously good at my job.” “I already know you’re good at your job. You dug up Ivy’s offshore shell company in under two days.” “Three,” he corrected, tapping the steering wheel. “Two and a half if we’re being technical.” Elara glanced at him again. “So, what’s your real name, Mr. Levi?” “Preston Gray,” he said casually. “But you already knew that.” She tilted her head. “I did. Just wanted to hear it from you.” “Touché.”

Calmly. Not armed. Not armored. But dangerous in the stillness that followed him like a crown. Lucien stepped forward. The man stopped twenty feet away. He wore a simple dark coat. Black gloves. No insignia. Just presence. “Lucien Marchesi,” he said. His voice was smooth. Precise. Lucien gave no reply. “I am Levi Caine,” the man said. “Though once, long ago, I was called Saul Revich.” Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve got a lot of nerve walking up here like that.”

I can’t help but remember how we met back then… “Are you Manager Dory’s new secretary?” I asked the man wearing office attire who was obviously a secretary because he was holding a brown ledger. When Alicia was still in the company, that was what she was holding. It amazed me to look from head to toe and back again at the face of the man who looked respectable. “Y-yes, Ms. William.” “You talk to me formally,” I said, then laughed a little. “Call me Ava. And you are?” “Liam. Liam Brown.” It’s obvious from his face that he’s very embarrassed because I’m talking to him now. ‘How cute.’

This first impression thing isn't going so well. "Well, nice to fucking meet you pretty boy. Can I go now old man?" she asked Mr. Laverne. "Patience, sweetheart. Our introduction isn't over yet. Liam will be assisting you wherever you go now. Think of him as your personal assistant and a bodyguard. He will make sure that you show up for work on time and other various activities to keep your life in order. In other words, with his extensive real-life experiences, he will teach you how to live like a normal human being. And not a spoiled princess," Mr. Lavern finished his introduction and paused for her reaction.

Law announces as a woman and a man in their mid-forties step out. Augustus Cavanaugh looks like an older version of Laki or Ruin. He looks like a playboy, but with how close he is to his wife, it doesn't seem that way. When their eyes scan the surroundings, he stops near my son before glancing at Lazarus and me, and then an unforeseen smirk creeps onto his mature and handsome face. "Lazi, man. I was surprised because of the billions that the Cavanaugh Finance Corp. gained in just a month when you took the place of your father and now this."

💎 SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🎩 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 17 Brown's Mansion** Lavina stared at her reflection for a long time before letting out a sigh "I'll avenge you father. I swear "she muttered standing on her feet Lavina made her way into the bathroom and soon came out completely wet Her wet hair stucked to her shoulders and her lips extremely tempting

Hearing that, Lily sounded confused as she asked, "Why should I worry about your decision? What decision are you talking about?” Lily was indeed confused, but Vivian calmly replied, “I don't want to do it anymore, Mrs. Vester. That man from the Dahl family is a psychopath, and even if you pay me a mountain of money, I would rather save my life than take the money. Thus, I will return to Barden City today, and you can forget about our agreement.” "..." There was no instant reply from Lily. Vivian could tell that the woman must have been shocked by what she had just said, and she patiently waited for the woman's response. Unfortunately, she was more shocked than the woman when she finally rece

But the system was locked. On the screen, Liora Thorne’s face appeared. It was not a live recording but an AI programmed by Liora with a very specific message. "Good evening, Lady Isabella," Liora said in the video, her voice calm yet piercing. "If you are seeing this, it means you have successfully stolen what I allowed you to steal.” Thank you for being my personal courier to infiltrate Vane International’s servers. Because of you, I now have proof that your family has been trying to sabotage the country’s economy through tax evasion in London."

Ava The instant Levi’s hand left my face, the rest of the store came unglued. The kids who’d been filming dropped their phones and scrambled backwards, knocking into shelves and toppling the cardboard display of The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. Jittery guy and beefy guy’s other friends grabbed him, dragged him upright, and half-carried, half-dragged him out the door. Even after he was gone, I could hear him retching on the sidewalk, the coughing wet and thick.