The Blacklist Who Is Liz Father の小説・ストーリー

“Mr. Black seems to be investigating the matter that happened two years ago.” Zeno frowned, horror flashing across his face. Did they find out? “The case of Lisa Lennox,” the man added. Zeno grabbed his glass of wine and smashed it against the wall. The glass exploded, its pieces sprawling across the floor. “This is why I wanted to act fast! This is why!” he roared. “The boy, Ethan—for some fucking reason, he’s suddenly close to Mr. Black of all people. How is that pathetic man’s son suddenly backed by someone so powerful? What an odd twist.”

She asked icily, "You were the one who had those articles about my father published, weren't you?" "Articles? What do you mean?" Lizzie feigned puzzlement. She cocked her head to the side as if in thought, then asked loudly, "Oh, do you mean the articles written about how your father killed Blake's father?" Yasmin's eyes were like shards of ice as she leveled a grim look at Lizzie. Lizzie shook her head and continued, "I wasn't the one who had the articles published, but I am curious—did your father really get Blake's father killed?"

Derrick Inquired not believing a word she said. "Because your father wanted Lily's father's position to enable him to become head of homeland security. Makes it easy for him to continue his black-market business," Isabel replied. "Yes, your father is the black dragon boss," she informed him and Derrick frowned taking a step back away from Isabel. "What!" exclaimed Derrick. "What are you saying? You are lying," he said unable to believe her. Derrick was not in the courtroom and hence didn't know about his father's confession. He was aware his father was arrested for drug and weapon trafficking but what Isabel was saying now was news to him and was finding it hard to believe.

I let out a sigh of relief — grateful for the reprieve from her overbearing presence. As I slipped into a pair of jeans, Malcolm rushed into the locker room. “Dude, what did you say to Lizzy?” I threw on my T-shirt and raked my hand through my wet hair, shrugging my shoulders as I casually answered him, “I wanted her out of the room. So I threatened to tell her dad and said he’d be ashamed of her hanging out in the men’s locker room while men were naked.” Malcom reached out and slapped the back of my head with such force that I almost lost my balance. He sneered at me, “You dumb*ss! Lizzy’s father just passed away two months ago!”

"No, I haven't seen Jake. Only a woman has been coming here from time to time. When they brought you here, a man carried you in, helped put the collar on you, and attached the chain. But I'm certain that man wasn't Jake." Lily remembered the messages on the phone of her father, hers, and Blake’s. It came from a woman and her convictions pointed to Liza. Forest had told her on the phone that there was no intimate relationship between Liza and Blake but Forest had observed that Liza had intimate desires for her boss.

"Not quite. Vincent's dead partner— Mark Anthony. He died in prison two months ago from what was ruled a heart attack. But before he died, he transferred all his assets to a trust. A trust that's being managed by—" The screen changed to show a face Sophia didn't recognize. An older man, distinguished, with grey hair and cold eyes. "Thomas Blackwood," Lorenzo said. "Richard's father." "Richard's father?" Ethan demanded. "We didn't even know Richard had living family!" "Because Richard claimed he was estranged from them," Julian explained, pulling up more documents. "Thomas Blackwood is a retired judge—very wealthy, powerful, and apparently very angry that his son's life was destroyed by the D

Zenovia was flustered. ‘Father killed that woman whose name is Lisa because she threatened him. He did so only to protect himself, and there’s nothing wrong with it!’ Nollace looked at her through the window pane and said with an indifferent and deep tone, “Lisa knew about your father’s secret. That’s why your father wouldn’t let her live.” Zenovia’s body swayed while her face gradually turned pale. ‘How could he know about this!?’

Liza was the daughter of the infamous Gerald Luther, she had been an only child and inherited everything her father left her, including the hotel they sat in. Jordan seeped on his wine, which tasted surprisingly good. Liza went on and on about her father's business until Jordan couldn't take it anymore. He felt his body get antsy and funny inside, as if he were becoming drowsy. Just then his phone rang, showing Luke, but he couldn't reach it. He tried talking, but his speech slurred and disappeared just as his vision became blurry. “Who are…” he tried asking as he saw her grinning evilly.

I called, my voice catching her just before she stepped out. She turned back, curiosity in her eyes. “What is it?” “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask,” I began, my tone hesitant. I didn’t even know if I wanted the answer, but I had to know. “It’s about him. Our boss, my adoptive father. Is he alive?” Lizzy’s expression shifted slightly, a shadow crossing her features. I could see the hesitation, the way she carefully chose her words. “He’s alive,” she said, her voice cautious, as if the truth itself might cut too deep. “But he’s too scared to face you, Zarek. After everything he did… he knows he can’t hide from the truth anymore.”

Because the kitchen had become too small for what I was feeling and I needed the city outside, indifferent and glittering and completely unbothered to remind me that the world was still turning even when everything inside it was shifting. Gerald Blackwood had known. He had confronted my father privately. Quietly. With the particular faith of a man who had trusted someone for thirty years and genuinely believed that trust meant something. It hadn't meant anything. My father had smiled. Aimed. Fired. Stay quiet or go down with me. And Gerald, a man of quiet honour, the headstone said, a man of quiet honour had chosen silence. Not weakness. Survival. Because my father had made sure Gerald's ear