Professional Body Double Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Donald woke up at 3am and went to the library. He sat down and went through the company's record, growth, stocks and previous trade partners. He went through the list of employees, hired and sacked. He smiled when he came across a familiar name. Christopher. Christopher was his first personal assistant and secretary. He was more than an employee, he was a brother. Unfortunately, Christopher decided to emback on monastery. He became a monk.

His luck will shine in such a way, his astonishment can be justified. "Don't worry. I fetched out complete information from your childhood till now, that's why I have trust in you. You are an orphan boy whose parents died in an accident in his childhood. And after that, where else you were living, what work you did, I know it. Your last job was in the house of a businessman as a guard and after your fight there you came to Karachi where you got a friend, Danial. He helped you in giving the room of the preacher on rent, the place where you are living now. In the constant search of finding a job, on that day you were going for an interview of the waiter when you had to stop because of the atta

“They’re doing the thing. The villain collab. James is schmoozing his way through boardrooms while Dominique is running a financial hit job from the shadows.” “How can you be so sure?” Trevor asked. She froze. Crap. Can’t say “Because I read it in a tragic romance novel before I died and body-swapped into the main character,” now can we? Book? Body-swap? Is she okay? Nico and Trevor both thought. “Just... connect the dots,” she said vaguely. “Dominique gets fired but the embezzlement continues immediately? Using her exact method? And suddenly James, who’s been sniffing around both our companies, has access to accounts he shouldn’t touch? It’s not rocket science.”

Second drawer: extra holster, ammunition, a knife wrapped in cloth. Third drawer: empty. Her breath tightened. She moved to the desk. A stack of documents sat there, but most were ordinary security notes—routes, schedules, perimeter details. She flipped through them quickly, frustrated by how professional everything looked. Then she noticed something strange. One page had been folded too neatly. Not by accident. She opened it. Inside was a short list written in a hand she did not recognize: - west gate camera blind spot - Bellini transfer schedule - Reed / family background

Someone came in my way with an outstretched arm. Dale whispered to Krystal, “Krystal, Ray is privy to the business’ confidential information. It’s too much of a risk to the group to let him go. We should probably…” Krystal nodded in agreement. “Good thinking.” At Dale’s command, I was brought before Krystal. Several individuals then reached to pull my shirt off. As my eyes widened, I put up a fight and uttered, “What are you doing?” Letting out a sinister smile, Dale approached me and said, “I’m getting your nudes. If you ever speak about the children, those images would be released across the internet.”

The incident at the hotel became headline news everywhere, as the victim was Elena Montgomery, a boutique owner who had just married Julian Thorne, the CEO of a large company, the day before. Their wedding was even still being replayed on several television shows. It was reported that two people, disguised, had threatened Mrs. Julian Thorne and robbed her of her diamond jewelry. Both individuals met a tragic end in a police shootout for threatening with a firearm. Elena stared furiously at the television screen. The events were not as reported. Evander's name was not mentioned as her savior.

It was smooth, cultured, and terrifyingly familiar. Maya froze. Out of the darkness stepped a man who looked exactly like Kael, but his eyes were a cold, clinical blue. He held a silver cylinder that hummed with a familiar, lethal frequency. Kael is dead, the double said, tilting his head with a mechanical grace. But the legacy code lives on in you. And the Architect does not like to lose her favorite toys. Maya looked at the double, then at the breaking crystal. The man she loved was a mile away, fighting through a wasteland of fire, while his ghost stood before her with a weapon.

“Exactly. Get me those faces, steal their ID, then dump the bodies.” Val shook his head, smiling. “You’re romantic.” I leaned closer to the blueprint. “We’re not going in as De Lucas. We’re going in as their staff.” Val took a long drag of his cigarette. “What about the twins?” “Tell them to prep the disguises. Tomorrow… we become assistants.” Val grinned. “We’re doctors now, I guess.” I stared out the window again. “I’m not losing her, Val. Not like Fiorella. Not again.”

My hands tremble as I hold it and read it. "I told you not to follow her, but you hired a detective. You’ve made a huge mistake. Now Iva has to pay for it. She isn't safe anymore. No more blackmailing, she is mine now. Forget about her." My knees nearly give out. This isn’t just a blackmailer. This is a killer. A professional. And he’s been watching us. I’ve been so focused on protecting her reputation that I didn’t see the truth. He doesn’t want anything else. He wants her. My Professor.