Mike Bossy Cause Of Death นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He nods and runs his fingers through his hair. "Why is Mike here?" He asks, and I look at him, surprised. "He's my boss. Why?" "He broke up with my mother months ago." He says, and my eyes widen with surprise. How and why did Mike never say anything?

"I was out back, picking up some plants needed to make herbs and Mon was in the office. We heard a struggle in the front room and... we cam here to discover Mike struggling to breath. He was foaming at the mouth and his entire body was shaking..." I looked over to Mike, yet another warrior that I've lost. "He suddenly died?" Maxwell asked. "No. There was someone else here. They might have masked their scents but I know when someone has been in my house." Bear answered. "Are you sure?" Silver asked. Bear didn't say anything else. Instead, he nodded his head over to the drip they were giving mike. I looked up and my entire body froze. There was a syringe stuck in the bad. Someone had injected

The small screen lit up, displaying a few short sentences that could not be interpreted as a system error. ‘Hey, idiot. You’re still breathing, right? The Angel of Death said my blood is bitter, so I came back.’ Mike was still holding the device tightly in his hand, but his face immediately went pale. His lips pressed tightly together, his eyes widened, and his jaw hardened. As if reading a letter from the afterlife. As if… the boss had returned and become… a ghost. At least that was what was in his mind right now. His left hand trembled slightly, the cigarette between his fingers almost falling, but he did not realize it. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes narrowed in disbelief. His brain bega

Nikolai Volkov is dead! The big boss blinked once, then slowly leaned forward in his chair. "Repeat that." "Nikolai Volkov is dead, sir," the man said, a grin forming. "The car exploded. He didn’t get out." A slow breath escaped from the boss's mouth, almost like a release he’d been waiting years for. He stood from his chair, stretching his stiff back, the tension in his shoulders fading. "Finally," he whispered. "Finally, the bastard is gone."

I must be tired that I fell asleep with my head on my table. “Have you eaten dinner?” he asked again, reaching for my forehead and pressing his lips to stop himself from laughing as he took the sticky paper that got stuck on my skin. “Sky would surely agree to this note,” he chuckled, returning the paper to me. I bit my lower lip, blushing at what I had written on the small sticky note. My boss is an a**hole! I scoffed. “Would I be reprimanded because of this?” I cleared my table, piled the folders, and took my bag from the file pedestal drawer.

He looked up at me and shook his head once. Dr. Harrison was dead. The room erupted. Cameras that had been packing away were suddenly recording again. Voices overlapped with questions. "He just collapsed!" "Was it a heart attack?" "He's not breathing!" Marcus stood and walked to me. His face was pale. "Boss," he whispered. "We need to leave. Now." "Was it natural?" I asked. "I don't know. But it doesn't matter. He died right after telling the world you were healthy. The press is already connecting dots we don't want connected."

Before Matamoros could pull the trigger, Gerald quickly said, “Since you already know that Michael is dead, don’t you find it suspicious that it happened exactly on the same day you brought that report to him?” Taking his finger off the trigger, Matamoros paused, as if what Gerald said had finally caught his interest. Still, he had a grim but calm look on his face as he said, “Michael had a heart condition, according to what I know.”

The pregnancy had already failed while she was on the run, and complications during the abortion caused massive bleeding. With limited medical resources and a body already ravaged by illness, she didn't make it and died alone in a hospital bed a few days later. With her death, the accusations related to her intentionally spreading disease came to an end as well. As for Michael, with his life destroyed, he ended his own life one quiet night in a dilapidated rental apartment. There was no funeral and no one to mourn him. The once-glorious CEO disappeared, along with the disgraceful past he left behind.

The interview must have gone well. "Great, we're all here," Zora said. "I'm just going to jump into it. First, Robert Brown passed away last night. Officially, it was due to a heart event. We're waiting on the autopsy to find out more. All signs were pointing to a long road to recovery." "Fuck," Logan muttered. "We think someone did this?" "Possibly." Kelsey's eyes were dark with barely contained anger.

he stuttered. “But why is Micheal alive and in NYC? Why is he suddenly back in NYC after all these years?” “This can only mean one thing, that his boss is also alive or he is working for someone else.” “I think he has to be working for someone else because there’s no way that man is still alive. Come on! I even went to his burial, so he got to be working for someone else.” “But… his body was never found, we heard he was burned to ashes after a plane crash.”