Mr. Saul Your Disguise Is Exposed Novels & Stories

I yelled as I looked into all the rooms I could see, "Saul!!!!" I called but did not receive any response When I entered the kitchen, I was surprised to see him setting up a table of two, He had air pods on, "Saul!" I called tapping him, he turned around and switched off the music, he took a few seconds to look at me from head to toe a smirk appearing on his face "You coming here dressed like that?" He asked with raise eyebrows "What do you suppose I should wear, where the heck are my clothes and why did you take advantage of me?" I demanded with an angry voice

Behind the mask, Jane's eyes gleamed with a hint of crimson. Her master's son—the real Stanley—had been dead for a long time. That was the greatest pain for her master and mistress. Saul deserved to die! Saul immediately scrambled to his feet, staring at Jane in disbelief. "How dare you kick me?" he gasped. Other troop leaders stood with Saul. "Stanley, we are your elders, you…" "Good kick!" Marissa suddenly stepped forward, radiating an even colder aura.

Keith asked in annoyance. “She will be in the coffee shop, Keith. Common, let’s settle this once and for all.” Pedro grabbed Keith’s hand. Keith was speechless they entered the dainty coffee shop. His eyes scanned the crowd and his smile faded when Jacob waved his hand. “It wasn’t Sofia on the phone,” Keith informed Pedro. “What?” Pedro asked. “I said it wasn’t Sofia on the phone but him,” Keith replied as he pointed to the man sitting at one of the tables while enjoying a cup of brewed coffee.

All Saul was doing was keeping his head near the floor without agreeing to Frank's demands. For his part, Frank was not bothered to waste further time on Saul and started toward Megan's room to see if she could still be saved. However, as soon as he turned his attention away from Saul, Saul leapt toward him, whipping out a dagger from his sleeve. "Die!" Saul shrieked maniacally. He had lain prone and surrendered earlier just for this moment! As the eldest son of Governor Quill, how could he admit that he had lost to a twentyish brat?

He shouted, making her flinch. "One." She let out a shaky breath and looked at her father. He was clenching his jaw, she got more scared. He does that when he is about to hit someone. Her eyes went to the unknown man in the room, he was smirking as if he just won a lottery. She looked back at her father when the man spoke. "So is it final? 50 million?"l The man asked Michal. Their mother Anna was very confused about what was happening. 50 million for what?

"Everyone, please, quiet down. I have a video I'd like you all to see—my wife Mila's true state these past days." The screen behind him lit up. There I was, screaming in the living room, face twisted with hysteria as I hurled a bowl of bone broth to the floor. Every frame had been carefully edited, leaving only the worst moments, painting me as nothing but a deranged lunatic. Gasps rippled across the room. Cynthia dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, weeping softly at just the right moment. I locked my gaze on Noah, my heart like ice. He met my eyes with a look of feigned anguish. What a brilliant actor he was.

“And in that short time, you’ve proven yourself reliable. Keen and smart.” It’s already been almost six months since I started the disguise mission. Six months of sitting in front of codes and pretending I was just another regular employee who lived off caffeine and deadlines. Yet, my target is still alive and breathing… even prettier since the first time we met. Stupid mafia, stop it. I gave him a humble nod. “Thank you, Sir. I just try to do my best at my job.” Mr. Jafersons looked pleased. “You’ve done more than that. I see potential in you, Keigh Russo. Perhaps, the next in line with Ms. Moretti?”

The blood rushed to my head in a deafening roar. I scrambled blindly back to Dad's ward. He was still unconscious. And there I was on the TV screen, completely stripped of my dignity, groveling on the floor and begging Denise for forgiveness. The clip had already made the rounds on the news. Everyone was labeling me a shameless parasite who dragged down the reputation of the disabled. A wave of bitterness washed over me as I gently tucked Dad in. Holding back my tears, I pulled the plug on the TV.

The news flickered in. BREAKING: CAPTAIN RAINER RESIGNS FROM THE FORCE WITH NO PUBLIC STATEMENT The anchorwoman's voice was smooth, practiced, but tinged with concern. “In a shocking turn of events, Captain Elias Rainer has submitted his formal resignation, effective immediately. The decorated officer, known for his long tenure and strategic leadership, still had many productive years left in the force. His abrupt exit has sparked speculation regarding deeper issues, particularly surrounding his alleged connections with the controversial Rossi family…”

Like he wasn’t entirely comfortable in his own skin. I narrowed my eyes, trying to place the familiarity. Had I seen him somewhere before? Maybe at a business event or on TV? I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. “Good afternoon, Mr. Goldberg,” he said, his voice steady but carrying a hint of uncertainty. “Sit,” I instructed, motioning toward the chair across from me. “Let’s get started.” --- Charlotte My palms were sweating as I sat down, but I kept my hands tightly clasped on my lap. The disguise was working, or at least it seemed to be. Charles Goldberg hadn’t looked twice at me. The plan was holding.