Novel & Cerita Nate Rossi Death

His death was a significant blow, affecting not only the economic stability of Rosseera City but potentially the country. As the news of York's death spread, the stock prices of many companies in Rosseera City plunged, with the four major prestigious families taking the hardest hits. Furthermore, many businesses with partnerships with the Ritter family were forced to halt operations. For instance, James had to put four major projects on hold due to the sudden death of Ritter Corporation's chairman. Soon after, mainstream media—newspapers, television news, and online outlets—were flooded with reports of York's death. The police launched an investigation, with forensic experts and numerous law

“Recognize them?” I glance at the picture, confused for a moment before my stomach turns. “They’re dead bodies,” I whisper. He taps the image with one finger. “Twelve members of the Rossi Cartel. Three with fractured skulls, one with a broken neck. The rest strangled with piano wire. His favorite method. Executed late last night. None of them made it to breakfast this morning.” “Rossi Cartel,” I repeat softly. “You sound like you know them. What, are you a fan of foreign criminals?”

“Please tell them. Tell them that Mr. Ali is not dead. That he’s not even in Shanghai.” Her expression remained unreadable as she stopped in front of me. Her lips parted, and for a brief moment, I thought she’d back me up. Instead, she said softly. “Noah.” She said softly, almost apologetically. “Mr. Ali is dead.” For a moment, I was too stunned to speak. “What are you talking about?” I finally demanded. “This has to be some sort of mistake.” Natasha shook her head. “It’s not a mistake. He was found dead in his hotel room this morning. And unfortunately, you and I are now part of the investigation.”

"Your doubts were not baseless. Romeo seems to be engaged in some shady business," Dave told him. Nate wasn't surprised, he already knew that. Romeo was pulling off something sketchy in the shadows. "Any intel?" Nate questioned. His men were already on the ground, digging deeper. It might or might not concern him, but he preferred to be a know-it-all rather than an ignorant fool. "In the last month, about 350 deaths occurred in the hospital he owns. Interestingly, about 300 of them were beggars, orphans, basically without family. And they all died of cardiac arrest. All of them," Dave pointed out, emphasizing the last part.

He stood up, faced Rossi, who had turned away from the window. “And again the cops are thinking maybe the motive behind Pascal's killing, was for an unscrupulous negotiator to drive the value of my business down.” Rossi's face remained expressionless. His dark eyes regarded Rico. “I had nothing to do with Pascal's death,” he said quietly. “It doesn't matter to me.” “The Nackize Corporation is still very much interested in acquiring your business, Rico. We should forget about this little discussion, and our arrangement can go on as planned,” Rossi said.

"Don't stop until we've confirmed everyone is safe." At 9 AM, the first call came. Contessa Bianchi. Her voice shaking. "Dante. Oh God. Dante." "What happened?" "Giovanni. Giovanni Rossi. He's dead." Dante went cold. "How?" "Shot. This morning. Coming out of his apartment in Rome. Three bullets. Professional hit." She was crying. "He didn't even see it coming." "When?" "An hour ago. The police just called me." Giovanni Rossi. Fifty-eight. Shipping magnate. One of the first to join the New Order. Dead.

After a few moments of observing the man, Nate did a final check on his pulse by placing his fingers against the rogues neck. “Nate?” Jacques questioned, although he already knew the answer. The dreadful feeling in my stomach quickly dissipated and became replaced with nausea as Nate’s eyes met mine. “He’s dead”.

uncle said. It's like it's something that you can't just believe even if it's right in front of you. I just can't believe Matteo us dead. Felix ran into the room and froze when he saw that it was too late. I knelt on the ground right in front of me. Tears fall from my eyes as I sob. Uncle was already crying while Felix slide to the ground and sob. The doctor walked in towards Matteo. "Matteo Rossi, 6:06, died of leukemia" he declared before putting the covers over his body.

No— He smiled in that sick, calculating way. And then the gunshot. And another. I couldn’t breathe. I sat frozen, my hands numb, knees locking as if standing was no longer an option. The news anchor continued. “Dominic Rossi is seen here in what experts confirm is a direct execution order involving two civilians—both later confirmed dead in an unsolved double homicide last year. Authorities believe this footage will lead to a nationwide investigation into—” The room faded. Not figuratively.

Liam licked pizza sauce off his thumb, tone suddenly serious, “they said a kid was found dead in the woods this morning.” Nate sat up straighter, his appetite vanishing. “Apparently, he died the night of that party we went to, your birthday. Reports say it was a wild animal attack. Crazy, right?” Nate felt his blood run cold. His mind snapped back to golden eyes gleaming in the dark, to the hot pain searing through his shoulder, teeth sinking deep. His stomach lurched. No… not crazy. Real. That night, something happened. And it didn’t just mess with that kid. It messed with me.