Novel & Cerita Nathan Rossi Death

Ross was sitting behind his desk, a glass of something dark and strong in his hand, his expression somewhere between relief and regret. “It’s handled,” Spencer said. Ross looked up slowly, eyes red and distant. “Good. I don’t want to hear about it again.” Spencer tilted his head. “You sure you’re built for this kind of silence, Ross?” Ross let out a bitter laugh, drained his glass, and muttered, “Silence is cheaper than guilt.” "So, Randall is..." "Dead and gone. Till the end the old fool thought he was the one pulling the strings." Ross smirked. He pulled out an envelope from his desk drawer. "Make this look like a freak accident. The rest is for the home invasion."

He did not mind her attitude and explained, "I had someone look into the two people who attempted to assassinate me back then. Turns out one of them died in prison. I'm wondering if Nathan’s death is related to that person, or maybe to Eliza." Seeing that Sophia seemed to be contemplating, he continued, "Phoebe and Brody appeared when Nathan died. Although I was protecting her, Phoebe wasn't interrogated. But I must admit, the timing and motive are there. Moreover, the police found Phoebe’s earring at the crime scene. She has no room for defense. Although it seems that a woman couldn't possibly kill a big man, it becomes plausible with Brody involved. It fits the pattern." Sophia comforted C

Nathan stared ahead and watched as his teammates went down one by one. In the end, with backup, Jaxton was shot dead on the spot, and Gemma was arrested alive. Meanwhile, Lawrence was rushed to the hospital in critical condition. That night, Nathan interrogated Gemma himself. "Who are you? Why'd you kill Rosie?" In the face of his questioning, she smirked and stayed silent, refusing to say a word. Nathan furiously slammed the table and yelled, "Don't think keeping quiet means I can't find out the truth!"

Colton sighed and passed a file towards me, not even sparing a glance, his gaze accentuated on the Pepsi straw. I wiped my hands on a tissue and opened the blue file. Nathan had some kind of OCD so he had forced us to make a file and keep all the papers and notes and information nicely strapped in it. I opened the file and was greeted by Nathan's neat cursive handwriting. (A/N: Things can get confusing for you if you don't understand this. I know because even I got confused at the start) Rodrigo Barrett case. - Dead: Nick Mills, Partner. - Accused: Rodrigo Barrett.

"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.

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Killian crouched down and trained his gun between his eyes. "Goodbye," with that said, he shot him dead. A thick blotch of blood splattered across his face. Rossi's head fell back on the floor and he took a shaky breath before life finally left his body. He lied about hurting his family. He wasn't going to do anything with them but it was fun to see fear in his eyes in his last moment. He didn't want to give him the satisfaction of any sort.

“Billionaire Nathan Dominic passed away today morning in an accident at the highway, his driver is still in critical condition as the police continues to investigate.” You can’t die on me, Nathan. Please don’t.

“Let's see, shall we?” I took my phone from my purse and dialed Victor's number. “Could you put it on speaker?” Renee asked, “I want to know what he was thinking.” “Victor!” I yelled immediately I heard the click on my phone. “What were you thinking?” I asked him. “Nathan is alive.” He said. I looked at Renee and Cynthia confused, “who is Nathan?” I asked. “The one of the board of directors that I supposedly killed.” He said.

I hadn't been betrayed by all the people who left me, and Rhea hadn't died, she was still alive. “Boss! Boss, are you okay?!” A frantic knock came from the door, and someone burst into the room. “Nathan…” I whispered, the face of my best friend who died two months after taking over the inheritance came into view. His shaggy red hair was still as I remembered it, his warm red-brown eyes were filled with confusion. “Hey…” Nathan paused, and then covered his body with his hands, “Why do you look like you want to eat me? I've told you before, I'm not gay so take your playfulness elsewhere.” He said and I deadpanned at him.