Sebastian Michaelis Ciel Phantomhive Mga Nobela at Kwento

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Luna tried hard to push Aiden’s words—and his nonchalance about his father’s death—out of her mind. She needed to come up with a plan for moving forward. Luckily, Cecile handed her a phone to help with the boredom. Luna logged onto the internet and typed in her ex-husband’s name: Sebastian Martins. A flood of articles appeared, one showing him in front of Nova Therapeutics, giving a speech about becoming the new CEO and making Paul Orion proud.

The moment Chatrine obtained the phone number of Sebastian Harper’s subordinate, the man reckless enough to threaten Liam into selling the gallery, she moved without hesitation. No wasted time, no second thoughts. She immediately handed the number to Tobias Harlot and asked him to trace the unknown contact. Tobias Harlot was more than a genius capable of following digital footprints without leaving a single crack behind. With the power he possessed, he had access to communication networks across the world. As the founder of the century’s largest browser empire, he could reach databases scattered across the globe. Even state and military secrets were hardly beyond his reach.

"Not while this is who you are. So let me go. My *date* is probably looking for me." The last word hit exactly where I meant it to. Sebastian's eyes went dark silver at the edges. "Your date," he repeated softly. "Michael seems very nice —" "Michael," Sebastian said, with the specific quietness of someone holding something back with significant effort, "is going to be castrated and banished from this kingdom." I stopped.

Sebastian said lightly, “what happened here will look like your counterstrike alone. My men were never here.” “And you?” Dominic asked. Sebastian’s smile returned, thin and sharp. “I was never dead.” He said softly. “I was waiting.” He then turned and nodded to the woman who saved Enzo and whispered something to her. “This is my daughter, Celestina.” He introduced proudly. “Former Navy SEAL, top of her class and had been through wars like this more than our fingers can count. She’ll take care of your wife wherever she goes.” Then he stepped back into the shadows.

I picked up the investor delegate confirmation email Sebastian had sent from a clean account the previous night. Cassidy Michaels. A name I'd invented in twenty seconds, attached to credentials Sebastian had constructed from a genuine but obscure investment firm with enough legitimate documentation to pass initial verification. It wouldn't survive deep scrutiny, but it didn't need to. It only needed to hold long enough to get me through the door. "You're already planning." Sebastian's voice. I looked up. He was awake, watching me from the armchair with sleep-creased eyes and the expression of someone who had hoped, upon waking, that things might have resolved themselves overnight.

Sebastian clenched his jaw and looked at me intently from the car’s mirror, ogling me with a thirsty gaze. “I still don’t think this is a good idea, princess.” “You suggested that we should be sneaky,” I looked directly at him from the mirror. “Why do we have to target Davide Hail, too? We can go straight for Damian if that’s what you want.” “Our client availed our services, Sebastian. It’s in your oath not to refuse them, right?” He rolled his eyes, took a pair of earpieces, and leaned closer to me. “You better not have too much fun in there, princess.” He whispered to me before plugging it into my ear. “This is my first time going inside a bar, Sebastian. I don’t think I’ll have too much f

"No, that's not right. I looked into it. Sebastian isn't that powerful." All eyes snapped to her. Cecil, holding back his frustration, leaned forward. "Tell us everything." Sandy nodded and explained, "Sebastian does have a company, Sleeping Giant, but it's brand new. It has no real strength yet. In the past few days, he's only handled a handful of projects. Overall, his business volume doesn't even match the McKay Group." "I knew it," Cecil murmured, exhaling in relief. "He's so young… There's no way he could be that capable."

He said more like a robot than a human. I took a deep breath and nodded. So much for putting myself together before the driver arrives. The car door opened, and suddenly… This felt far less like a meeting and more like I was walking into something dangerous. The drive was quiet and unsettlingly short. 10: 52 am A magnificent skyscraper towered over the car. The words stretched boldly across the building HALE GLOBAL LIMITED No way! Sebastian Hale That Sebastian Hale? He's the CEO of the fastest growing private investment company in the city.

Czar wanted to punch the smirk out of his face. "Then why are you blocking our part if you are not her servant or maybe you are her guard." he glared at Czar while he spoke. "Son of a bitch." czar pushed him hard but Sebastine did not bulge, it was as if he was rooted in the spot. This surprised Czar a lot, he drew back from him as he also felt some electrifying force erupt from Sebastian. "Who are you?" Czar managed to say. "My name is Sebastine, ruler of the seven oceans. King of Succumba and Incumba. The pr of Atlantica."