Pedro Pascal X Reader Novels & Stories

"Hello. Who is this?" A calm voice answered, "Erwen Pascal." Nicholas jumped. He almost chucked his phone away. He had been living in Swalesbury for more than a decade—of course, he knew who these goddamn Pascals were. They were mind-bogglingly rich. They were so powerful, Swalesbury City was their b*tch. Hell, rumors had it that the Pascals were the true leader of Swalesbury's—and the entire Northern Corynthea's—underground syndicate!

he said quietly. Petra’s gaze lifted slightly. “Yes,” she replied. Oscar looked at her. “That timing is not comfortable,” he said. Petra was already thinking the same thing. The room around them continued moving, but for Petra, everything had narrowed down to that single name on the page. Paschal. A witness signature that suddenly felt less like formality and more like a marker of something unfinished. She closed the file gently. “We need to trace every contract he signed,” she said finally.

"Do you have proof?" Pascal nodded. "Yes." He said. "I kept the records." The answer immediately caught everyone's attention. The investigator sat forward. "What kind of records?" Pascal glanced around the room before answering. "Messages. Financial transfers. Instructions. Names of intermediaries." Harrison's eyes widened. Tessa felt her pulse quicken while Curtis remained completely still. "Where are these records?" The investigator asked, almost losing his patience. Pascal slowly lifted his head. "They've already been recovered." He said, his gaze on the investigator.