Novel & Cerita Spoiler Penthouse 3

Killian: "You'll find out in a bit." Is this the surprise he was talking about earlier? As Sheila was guessing in her mind, the Pagani drove into the underground parking garage of a residential complex. "Get out." "..." After swiping his card, Killian pressed the button for the 32nd floor, the top floor. After exiting the elevator, there was only one front door. Killian entered the password, grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. A luxuriously decorated super penthouse, at least 500 square meters.

Ferrer told me not to hurry you. A bitter laugh almost escaped. Caelan Ferrer didn’t do rush. He was rush, and everyone else just sprinted to keep up. Still, she got into the car. She didn't look back. The Penthouse If wealth had a scent, it would be this place. Crisp marble, clean linen, a hint of imported wood polish. The penthouse didn't have the scent of home—it had the scent of a catalog. Glass walls yielded to a view that seemed to be photoshopped. Everything shined. The furniture was sleek, costly. Cold.

“No, I’m afraid not. I had to grab some lower hanging fruit than that. Short notice. I’m sure you understand.” “So… who was the lucky dollar-bin winner?” I ask. “Liam Aster, of course.” While my father casually examines his fingernails, missing none of my multitude of facial expressions, I feel a wave of emotions crash over me. “Liam is here? Or, rather, at this Penthouse?” “The Penthouse is down near the wine cellar. They didn’t actually leave the property.” He leans forward. “Now that we have that one out of the way, what’s next? Penny?”

As she reached for a towel, her phone beeped, and she picked it up, gazing at the screen. A message from her boyfriend flashed on the screen. "Where are you?" Lisa typed a quick reply. "I'm at the penthouse." “The PENTHOUSE!” Her boyfriend's response was immediate. "How did you get inside?!" Lisa smiled mischievously. "I'm here to help Amelia. Don't worry, I'll fill you in later." As she put her phone away, Lisa's eyes lingered on the luxurious bathroom, her mind whirling with curiosity. What secrets lay hidden behind these opulent walls?

Judging from the voices, there are two people in the penthouse — a male and female. I follow the voices all the way into the kitchen, and freeze, blinking in shock at what I see… ***

It seemed as if an explosion had just occurred in Vivian's head after she finished reading the entire text on the paper, and even her legs gave way to support her as her bottom finally hit the cold marble floor. Her hand that was still holding the paper trembled violently, and her blue eyes widened at the paper. "What... what does it mean?" In disbelief, she asked the question “There is only one exclusive penthouse at Golden Roof Apartment, and it was the place where I served the mysterious man several times. But, how can this document say that Steen Dahl owned the penthouse?” Recently, Vivian had kept getting surprises, but this time it was the one that surprised her the most. She wasn't st

During the time when the doors are being closed, I dive inside and lean against the icy metal rail outside. I am completely clueless about the floor I am currently on, but it is irrelevant. I activated the button. The words "PENTHOUSE LOBBY" flash on the screen as the arrow pointing downward is illuminated above the entrance. Once more, I cast my gaze upon the floor panel. Forty-five floors in total. Taking a deep breath, I lean more heavily on the railing and the wall at the same time. A person who commits multiple murders must not reside in a penthouse, right? Do you agree?

It's been an hour of driving before we reached the place, we met the agent of the rental penthouse and settled the payment. I look around the place and I found out that the penthouse is located in a tall building and across the front has also a tall building. We ride on the elevator to move my things in the penthouse, my room is located on the 15th floor. I open the door, and I was amazed to see the room. It was really gorgeous. This is 3 times bigger than my room. We came in and put the box down, I turn around and saw an expensive piece of furniture. Its color compliment the color of the wall.

I paused, letting the question sink in as she shot me a deadly glare. I continued, my voice low but unwavering. “Because I heard that the penthouse takes up the entire 90th to 110th floors. It’s worth 200 million and was recently purchased…by someone who clearly doesn’t need to flaunt it to prove their worth.” I held her gaze, a slight smirk playing on my lips as the reality of my words sank in.

"I flipped through the file, scanning crime scene photos, a perfunctory autopsy report, and witness statements that seemed suspiciously sanitized. I didn't need someone to tell me not to read more: I f I wanted real answers, I'd have to dig with my own hands. I slipped on my coat, tucked the file under my arm, and stepped out into the dim, troubled evening. The address led me to a penthouse. The penthouse was a shrine to expensive silence—glass, leather, and the faint trace of old money. I was there for the footage, but the man who owned the place wouldn’t even glance at me, let alone access it. I'm standing on the sidewalk across the street, collar up against the wind, watching the top floo