Novel & Cerita Millionaire Detective Characters

the policeman asked and Xavier nodded in affirmation. When they arrived at the station, the policeman directed him to the detective in charge of the case. “My name is detective Joe Allen and I’m in charge of the undertaker’s case,” Detective Joe said “Why should these so-called undertakers rob me?” Xavier asked. “Well, because you earn a lot, you are rich and well recognized and somehow they must have known that you were going to transfer five billion United States Dollars in an ice cream truck instead of a regular van to the bank outside the state. “ Detective Joe said.

Being that he was also trying to solve the wave of crimes that the police could not solve, being the senator, if he promised as an election campaign, for the senate of the chamber of the courts towards the prefecture of the state of Lovecraft County. I was there listening to the reports of the case, considering that he was considered the greatest detective in the world, but that he earned more money being a businessman, philanthropist and investor than a detective, not that he does not have the ability, even though he is a prodigy, with his 25 years old, in his experience traveling the world.

The inspector has always been less caring towards her appearance. "Care to brief?" inspector Roosen asked as she switched her gaze from detective Taylor's round stomach that was slightly protruding to the man in the interrogation box. She wanted to warn him to watch his weight but she decided otherwise. " Bob Richardson, young billionaire ... murder of an unrelated stranger using a kitchen knife" As detective Taylor recounted, Inspector Roosen made a difficult face that conveyed experience in the field as she rummaged in her thoughts. " Wife or children?" She suddenly asked after a while.

His voice is quieter now, laced with something almost protective. I tilt my head, weighing him. “Depends. Are you working for him too? Like your chief?” His laugh this time is short, bitter. “Do I look like I need to be in someone’s pocket?” I study him properly. The detective’s suit is crisp, tailored—not Velmara cheap. His watch isn’t just expensive; it’s old money. He carries himself like someone who grew up with marble floors, not cigarette smoke. “Rich kid?” I ask.

I trailed off, waiting. “Detective Reuben,” he supplied. “Detective Reuben.” He chuckled under his breath, sipped his coffee, then stood and walked over to the glass. Leaning casually against it, he stared at me with a glint that screamed arrogance. “Why would I be jealous of men who have dirt on their hands, Mr. Moreno?” “Not every rich man has dirt on their hands, Reuben.” “Every rich man in New York,” he countered smoothly. “And how many have you caught? Apart from me, that is?” I shot back.

He recognized the man, despite the disguise. Jim. Claus's advantage point allowed him to scrutinize Jim's face. The hood, cap, and sunglasses couldn't hide the familiar features. Claus's mind whirred. What was Jim's relationship with Mildred? And why the secrecy? Claus's eyes never left the pair. "What is it ?" Jim asked Mildred as he sat. His low tone was inaudible, but his body language screamed urgency. Claus's intrigue deepened. Finance Secretary, Ryman's Enterprises, John scrubbed his tired eyes, staring at the accounts records. For the second time, discrepancies stared back.

"What about Maggie?" "Anna and Maggie are happily married now. Maggie still cheats, but more discreetly now. Jane, printed posters of me, with the caption, cheater, do not trust. She handed them out all over." "Wait!" Blake pulled her to a stop. "That was you?" "Ah, I'm famous." But Blake heard the bitterness in her voice. "I broke off all contact with them and started over. Now, I don't even look at another woman, unless she's with me, or far, far away."

CHAPTER XX 8:00 am in Asia Haris is sitting in a coffee shop. Talking to a man who looks like a private investigator. His name is Seth. Private investigator is a freelance detective who carries out investigations on behalf of private clients. A private investigator searches clues to gather evidence for private clients. They interview people, verify information, find missing persons and gather vital facts for cases. Yes Haris is talking to a private investigator whose name is Seth. Seth found the missing person Haris wants to find again.

We needed answers. "That was Mr. Dechart and his men. He's a billionaire who is involved in criminal activities. I owe him $100,000 but I don't have the money." Questions came to me at once. Why was dad involved with this man? Who was he? Why was he doing this? "How did you get involved with him?" Hunter asked and we sat down in the chairs facing dad.

I whispered as I turned back to the table. "They're the Royal elites of Lakeview Academy. They are the richest people in America. You see the guy in the center with the dark brown hair and grey eyes? He's Elijah Easton, the sole heir of Eastons Designs. Next to him on his right is Jaxon Walters and his twin Aspen Walters. Finally we have Austin Cooper." Lena answered my question with a dreamy gaze towards Austin.