Picture Of Teresa Fidalgo の小説・ストーリー

He had a great feeling that whoever it was, he or she could see everything that was happening to Fera. “We’ll wait for them to move for now.” He whispered and typed the ‘Loraly De Jesus’ the picture popped on his screen, it was an image of her in her straight black hair, thick black reading glasses, and corporate outfit. She was holding a blue folder in her left hand. All of her pictures were stolen, he kept scrolling and he stumbled on the picture of her in her high school uniform.

I spotted Teresa, standing near the cell where her father was held captive. "Teresa," I called out, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rage simmering within me. She turned around, her face a mask of innocence. "Gonzalo, you're here," she said, feigning surprise. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, struggling to contain my fury. Teresa approached me, attempting to touch my arm in a show of concern. I pulled away, refusing to let her manipulate me any longer. "I was just checking on my father," she explained, her voice dripping with insincerity.

I asked. “For chatting while on duty,” she replied. I stared at her for a moment. “That is why you are apologizing?” I asked. “Yes, my lady,” she said. I tilted my head slightly, studying her. “What is your relationship with Sigil?” I asked. The question came out before I could stop it. Eileen glanced at me briefly, a small smile forming on her lips. The woman paused. Then she straightened slightly. “My name is Tera Alvis,” she said. “I am his foster sister.”

Nothing fresh and expensive. Another picture showed Teresa sitting on a bench outside the hospital, eating lunch alone. A sandwich she had probably made that morning. No one was sitting with her except occasionally Nicole. She looked so small and isolated on that bench. The surveillance continued. Three twenty: Subject met Derek Saltzman at café near hospital. That was when my blood started to boil. I pulled up the pictures from those meetings. Teresa and Derek sitting across from each other. His hand reaching across the table to touch hers. Her smiling at something he said.

Told everyone she'd fallen down the stairs. She turned the photograph over. Someone had drawn a red circle around a man standing across the street. He was not looking at the camera. He was looking at her. It was Lucas. Teresas fingers trembled. On the back of the photograph written in ink were four words: *He never looked away.*

It was a small flash drive that Tera obtained by having a video call with Tora, who showed the trusted café staff. Tera safeguarded this evidence diligently and kept it on her person at all times. Eventually, she reached her mother-in-law, Mrs. Herlinda. The middle-aged woman cried in Tera's embrace. She appeared even thinner than the last time Tera saw her. Mrs. Herlinda looked paler and weaker, and Tera couldn't help but feel touched.

Of course, there was not only Terry in the photo, but there was also another woman. Jessica has always had a good memory. She recognized that woman, Heidy, whom Lia was clinging to, as the one she saw just yesterday at Wood Resort. More than ten photos, each angle appeared very ambiguous. There were photos of Heidy reaching out to grab a drink in front of Terry, and there were also moments when Heidy puckered her lips and seductively looked at Terry as if she had something to say but held back. Jessica finished reading and immediately scanned the photos neatly, carefully put them away, and then turned around and left the office, putting them in her bag.

Teresa says, giving me a tight side hug before walking away. I watch as she smiles at the dishwasher, hearing her say that he is doing a great job and I feel myself start to get jealous. Teresa is the owner of the cafe and knows how to do good business. She treats her employees right and doesn’t act like a snob with the money she makes. She inspires me to make my own business. Maybe I could own my own cafe. I turn away and my smile falls, seeing that the paparazzi was still situated in front of the building even after the sun went down.

Her head was someplace else. “Are you sure that will be your final decision, Betty?” Quentin asked again to prove his point. “No. We will leave with Max. Also, I want to be a part of her training process.” So that was what she was contemplating. Teresa was never the type who excelled in battle but she was good in telepathy. She was one of the few who was still blessed to be born with it. She have vowed not to use it when Clay was killed. She said that it would only make it even hard for her to move on.

“You think he’s the threat? He’s the fucking bait.” I stepped closer. “Bait for who?” She laughed, then winced. “Someone who knows what you’ve built and wants it.” My gut twisted. “What name?” I growled. “fredrico” The sound of that name made my blood run cold. A ghost I want buried deep in the desert. “Bastardo,” I muttered. Teresa smiled again, even through the pain. “You should have taken me up on that offer years back.” Teresa had wanted to us to get married. She'd killed her husband just so she could have his what belongs to him and marry me so we could from alliance.