Norman Reedus Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 71 Lily The words on that page seemed to hover in the air long after Norman finished reading them aloud, a chill settling deep into my bones despite the exhaustion weighing down every limb. "More important to her plans," I repeated slowly, glancing down at both girls, Grace stirring softly in my arms while my daughter slept peacefully against Chaise's shoulder. "What does that even mean?" "Nothing good," Reed said grimly, already moving to gather what remained of the scattered files, searching desperately for any clue about what she might have taken or left behind.

The call ended. Jace lowered the phone slowly. Then suddenly slammed both hands against the steering wheel violently. “FUCK!” People outside the gym turned to stare. But Jace barely noticed. Because for the first time since Daniel Park died, things were no longer under control. Three hours later— The Norman mansion looked peaceful from outside. Too peaceful. Luxury cars rested quietly near the entrance. Garden sprinklers sprayed across the lawns. Staff moved carefully through the halls pretending everything was normal. Inside the dining room, Mr. Norman sat reviewing business documents while Charlotte quietly drank tea nearby.

A fact stated like a fact, the way he stated things. But it was the most personal sentence Alexander Reed had said to him in six weeks. More personal than the storm. More personal than the NDA explanation in the car. Because it wasn't about what had happened — the losses, the structure, the careful walls — it was about what had existed before all of it. A normal life. A version of Alexander that had existed before Alexander Reed, before Reed Capital, before the grey marble penthouse with the locked door and the rewritten phone number.

I reply with a small smile, immediately turning to leave with Micheal right beside me. "Miss Johannson?" Reeds calls out and I turn to look at him. "I'll be looking forward to your threats." He says cockily with a confident smirk on his face and I swore to myself at that moment, that I'd personally wipe that shitty look off his face. Once all this is over, I'll make it a mission to ruin his career so he doesn't go around threatening and making innocent suspects cry. "You didn't have to say anything to him. He's already quite notorious for being rash and everybody knows he lives on past glory." George tells me and I chuckle.

Professor Norma asked again. Hana bit her mouth shut, not looking at Professor Norma. The two people glanced at each other like natural enemies. Just now, they had forgotten the bond of owner magic and depended on each other for helps. Professor Norma seemed maddened by Hana's uncooperative attitude, neither of them neither intending to back down. Suddenly the door behind Professor Norma opened, and Mr. O.Renci, with a sweaty face, said urgently, "The book has been returned by someone, Norma."

We all clinked, laughing like villains in a N*****x drama. BONUS DISCOVERIES: Elias, the proud patriarch? Has a secret second phone. With photos of a certain younger woman… who works at the fake luxury warehouse. Guess who she is? Norma’s niece. Norma? Booked a weekend getaway to Turks and Caicos… under the name “Nora Moonlight.” Who did she book it with? A recently divorced plastic surgeon in his 30s who used to treat MJ. Let that sink in. *****

He made a sharp right, and we hid to keep ourselves alive. "Rex, what are we going to do?!" I frantically asked. Bullets kept firing endlessly. Before he could answer me, one of them surprised us and aimed his gun at us. I let out a scream as it made Rex pounce at the guy and wrestle the gun. I peeked at the corner for the other two as another round of bullets flew at us. "Rex, hurry!" Rex's headbutt is the guy who makes his stubble grow back and loses his grip on the gun. Once the gun was let go, Rex grabbed the weapon and did another hard swing in the face. The guy falls back, unconscious.

I asked while my body shook after bouncing several times before I scooted to the middle to find a comfortable position. I tucked my legs under my butt and leaned on the headboard. “The fourth installment to your series is now ready for release. I can’t wait!” Norma said excitedly. She had been gushing for weeks now after she read the fourth book. Her enthusiasm rubbed off on me, and a smile played on my lips. Sometimes I wonder whether Normal is really my editor or a fan because she shuffled back and forth between the two, much to my chagrin. “I am sure that this would be another hit, Cassy! We have another mine in our hands!” She exclaimed.

"This is not right... This is not right… This is not you… Something??" Norman mumbles to himself, walking back over to and behind his desk. He then runs his fingers along his books, pulling out one here and there and placing them on his desk. He then turns back toward us. He first looks at Joesph and asks, "Joe, are you okay?" "Yes. Norman, thank you... Jeremiah, what was that?" Joesph hisses as he gets back to his feet and faces me. I snap my head back to him and hiss as my anger starts to return. Norman hits the table, bringing both our attention to him. He then says,