Novel & Cerita Reginald Hargreeves

Reginald's health had declined greatly over the past few days, and even if he was seated in his chair, one could make out how much weight he had lost. He looked pale and occasionally, he would let out deep, hacking coughs. After a few moments' silence, he turned to his family and said, "I'm sure all of you have seen the news. We were all so excited after finding out that Liam was the legendary King Pendragon in hiding. We were all so determined that this was our one ticket to success, a surefire way to fame and glory as we so rightly deserved…"

I gritted my teeth. I saw a familiar man approaching the direction of Reginald who looked a lot like him but even older. His body was built so perfect, it has a thick beard and mustache on the face so its lip is slightly covered. He has brown eyes and looks like an older version of Reginald. He walked and stop beside of Reginald who is still looking at me. “What are you doing here Ms. LeStrange?” He asked med with his calmly familiar voice that I heard somewhere but I didn’t remember where.

He was still staring at the doorway, his face pale, his hands resting flat on the table as though he was bracing himself. "Dad?" she whispered. Simon didn't look at her. He looked at Eliana. She met his eyes, tense and afraid. Then she looked away. Simon exhaled slowly. "Reginald disappeared years ago. He was...eighteen at the time," he said. "He was officially declared dead after two years. We found a body. I just...we believed he was gone." Harper's heart hammered. She only knew one thing. Whatever was coming through that gate...

The little bell above the door jingled as I stepped inside. The waiting area still smelled like fresh coffee and lemon polish, the same fake-cheerful scent every lawyer’s office seemed to share. Mr. Hargrove looked up from the reception desk where he was chatting with his assistant when I walked in. He was in his late fifties, silver at the temples, tie slightly loosened like he had already put in a long day. When he saw me, his face shifted into that practiced, professional smile he always wore for clients. “Lila,” he greeted warmly, standing up and coming around the desk. “Good to see you. Though I wasn’t expecting you today. Everything all right?”

The TV blinked to life. "Breaking news: years of secret recordings, documents, and witness accounts have just been released, exposing a massive criminal network operating under the guise of medical care at Regal Hospital. At the center of it all is Xavier West, the owner of Regal and suspected ringleader of an international human trafficking and organ harvesting ring…"

Reginald Cole delivered the registration documents in person, insisting on meeting somewhere neither family had ever done business, a small, unremarkable coffee shop on the edge of the city, tucked between a laundromat and a shuttered bookstore, three names deep into an alias himself just to make the meeting, wearing a baseball cap that looked almost comical on a man who'd spent his entire career in tailored suits.

"He was waiting at the courthouse. He didn't know anything." Damien was quiet for a moment. "Then who?" Roman held up his phone. "I found something in the file. A name, the person who's been funding this operation from the beginning." "Who?" Roman showed him the screen. "Walter Hargrave." Damien stared at the name. "Hargrave is dead." "Is he?" Roman looked at him. "The death certificate was filed in Virginia. The body was cremated, no funeral, autopsy or public announcement."

“If there truly were… you would have told me long ago that you had a living, breathing child, Ryan. But you didn't.” Ryan’s gaze dropped to the floor. Shame settled heavily over his features, dragging his shoulders downward. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. The words fell flat. They meant nothing in this room. Reginald did not acknowledge them. Instead, his attention shifted to me, his eyes sharp and assessing, like a man examining a specimen rather than his own son. “What is it about the Hart women,” he said slowly, “that drives you both into such irrationality? I genuinely fail to see what you find so captivating. They are… unremarkable. Empty-headed. Weak. Forgettable.”

That was when I spotted someone I knew, not one on one, but someone we all knew from politics to any lists of the rich you can mention. Mr. Gregory Cole He is known to be one of the most powerful oil moguls in the country and some even say he might be a mafia behind the scenes. Even though he was in his late fifties, he was still tall, still handsome and well built. The type of man who smiled without ever softening his eyes. He walked towards us and his eyes landed on me. His gaze was invasive like he was taking off my dress slowly. This made me feel uncomfortable. “This must be the new Mrs. Hargrave,” he said, stepping closer. “You’re more stunning in person than I imagined.”

Beside him, Aria sat cross-legged on the couch around her shoulders, giggling softly at the animated characters dancing across the screen. It was still early — sunlight barely spilling through the curtains — but Adrian’s mind had been awake long before dawn. He hadn’t really slept since the night before. The voice on the other end of the line spoke, calm and measured. “I’ve found something. About Reginald Hale.” Adrian’s fingers tightened slightly. “I’m listening.” “Most of the records connected to him were scrubbed clean. But I managed to recover fragments — financial archives, property deeds, encrypted communications.”