Novel & Cerita Mal And Carlos

Gray, Fin and Rael also did their part for fighting against Carlos’ groups. My sharp teeth pierced on his neck and then I hit him on the ground that made him create a loud painful groan. But he didn’t stop there and was about to attack me again when a loud sound of a gun surrounded the whole place. I stopped when Carlos fell on the ground soaked with his own blood. And there I found Ronald Madrigal…pointing his gun towards Carlos, indicating that he was the one who shoot Carlos. He looked at me and raised a brow. “I still can’t believe that there are creatures like you living in this world…” he said and put down the gun he’s holding. He slid his both hands inside his pants’ pocket and stared

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

Mildred asked. "Hey, I'm eighteen and you're seventeen." Carlos said. "Fair enough." "So, why did you bring me here?" Mildred asked. "For a date obviously, and you shouldn't doubt my hacking skills I can drain some wealthy jerks account if I really want." Carlos said. "So is this date sponsored by a stolen money?" Mildred asked. "No, it's the money I earned working for Mr Christian." Carlos replied. "Oh, I see." Carlos had been working for Joelle ever since he found out Carlos had some skills. He made Carlos his personal little assistant and since then Carlos had been helping Joelle and would be paid for his services.

Clover asked. ——— The car stopped abruptly. Onora jolted. They had arrived, and she stepped from the car. “I see, you are doing well with your wife,” a voice said from the corners—a guy. “What are you doing here, Carlos?” Madden asked, his voice unfriendly. Why does Madden hate Carlos? Carlos looked exactly like Madden. Maybe they were twins, but twins don’t hate each other. So why do they hate each other? “Don’t be rude, brother, I came in peace.” Carlos smirked.

How did it go with Daniela? I typed back quickly, She's scared. And Carlos is planning something. We need to talk. But as I reached my car, I could see Carlos across the parking lot, standing next to a black Mercedes with dark windows. He was talking to a large man in a dark suit—Marcus, I guessed. Their conversation looked intense and private. Carlos looked up and saw me watching. Even from fifty feet away, I could see his smile, cold and hungry like a predator. He said something to Marcus, who nodded and got into the driver's seat. Then Carlos walked toward his own car, pulling out his phone as he moved.