The Man Who Knew Too Much Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the man asked continuing stirring the pot. -"I don't understand" I said taking an innocent face grimace. -"I know who you are Bartholomew and I imagine the purpose of your visit" -"Which is old man?" I asked him calm and composed. I am not one of those people who lost easily their temper.

After he left, I made the decision that in order to prove my innocence, I needed to identify that mystery individual who gave me the envelope, which Aaron despises and believes I am the betrayer who perpetrated the information leak fraud. But where do I begin? I have no idea who that man was or how he gave me the package. Plus, Aaron wouldn't let me leave the house. What am I going to do now? I groaned and walked over to the library. To relieve my overworked head, I'm going to read some fiction literature. Well, one of Aaron's mansion's most attractive features is its library. Rows upon rows of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, color-coded with dots, fiction section sor

He leaned down, his face as close as it could get without passing through his fucking force field, and stared into my eyes, “She felt like heaven on Earth.” The feeling that overtook my body was excruciating. Nausea and bile rose in my throat, a mixture of disgust and homesickness. But just as fast as it came on, something familiar overtook my body. I felt the pleasurable shiver down my spine of being called upon. I possessed the book. Hidden it somewhere no one would ever find it again. My lips curled into a knowing smile as I raised my eyes to Cassius. He had no idea what she'd done.

And since knowledge had become illegal to humans, the cost of these books were likely more than that of his entire manor. I thought it outrageous. Then I thought it funny. Reuben was well known for his low intelligence. The fact that he spent his riches on books filled with knowledge…well, I supposed it was a good metaphor for everything wrong with the world. Ralph and I joined him on the leather couch and I took a glance at the book resting on the lamp-side table. Not a piece of literature, but a journal with the edges of polaroid images poking out. I did not dare to open it.

Way over in the corner is a blank wall that looks just a little out of place since every other wall is covered with bookshelves. I remember that the men had mentioned a flashlight, as well as a book off to one side that they had to remove in order to open the secret panel door. I don’t see a flashlight, so for a moment, my heart sinks a little, thinking that they were just a bunch of stupid bullshitters. It wouldn’t be the first time that complete idiots had ruined my plans. But then I noticed the book about war on a shelf off to the side. It was the exact title the fools had discussed. Taking one last look behind me, and finding no one has entered the room, I hurry over and take the book of

Fully exposed. No more backup. No more buffers. I sat at the kitchen table and stared at the fridge like it could answer me. My mind was racing again. Who was the man in the alley? How did he know? Who else had he told? Was he bluffing? No. He wasn’t bluffing. He knew too much. I opened a notepad and started writing. Who has the most to gain from destroying me? Who was in that hotel? Did someone see Jack? Could it be someone from the staff?

I opened it slowly, turning page after page, filled with the man's calculated handwriting, each line like a blueprint to someone's ruin. Then I saw it. A reference to a woman not mentioned before. Belle. The name appeared in short bursts, buried between coded phrases and initials. It was followed by unsettling lines: Must keep her at a distance. She knows too much. Trust will end us. I turned another page. Then another. Until a loose slip of paper fell out from between the spine. I unfolded it carefully, my pulse rising. Scrawled across it in Edward's angular scrawl: She knows too much. Eliminate her.

Fifty Shades of Grey. He remembered the time Rohan came to his house with this exact book, laughing like crazy because his stepdad had caught one of his stepsisters, only twelve years old, trying to read it. The man had lost it. To make things worse, Harry had read some of it out loud, and both Rohan and Skull had nearly passed out from laughing. And now here it was, in Daisy’s hands. Why in the world was sweet Daisy reading this nonsense? And worse… why did the thought turn him on? Jaxon dropped into the seat beside her and noticed how she tensed slightly. “You read this stuff?” he asked, managing to keep a straight face, though it was hard.

"Six months before he disappeared." Elena frowned. "He already knew." Theodore looked at her thoughtfully. "He feared something." "He never told me what." "But during his final week here..." "He removed one book from this study every night." "And?" "He never returned them." --- Elena's eyes slowly wandered across the towering bookshelves surrounding the room. Thousands of books. History. Economics. Medicine. Law. Chess. Every shelf perfectly organized. Except one. A narrow section near the fireplace contained seven books that were slightly misaligned.

he noted, tilting one up. "Gifts from people who clearly don't know me. The man is far too problematic for my taste." I shrugged. "But I have a rule against throwing away books." He studied the shelves a moment longer, taking in the beautiful, chaotic mess of my mind. "This is..." A low laugh, shaking his head. "To anyone else, this must look completely random." "Guilty." "It's so you, though," he said softly, sliding the biography back like it was made of glass. "Makes no sense to the world until you shed some light on it."