Novel & Cerita The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker

“Aren’t you supposed to be guarding his arse?” He smiled down at me. “Someone is. Striker Cade. He’s a good guy. He’ll protect your boyfriend just like how I do.” I cringed. “Will you please stop saying that? He didn’t even tell me we have that label.” Was this really what I wanted? A relationship with my boss? When the last time I broke a rule, I ended up in unimaginable humiliation. Now I was in the same loop, and people would start speculating and talking that could end my career and hurt Rome in the end.

He winked. My stomach dropped. “I didn't even realize the implication of what I sent you to do.” I laughed nervously. “Imagine what happens if we get busted, that guy loses his job, we go to jail….” We both started laughing. “Morton is gonna kill you. Coach?” I nod my head dismissively. “Fuck Morton. Tell you something. It's harder to bribe the bartender than Morton. That principal doesn't really care. He's easy to talk to.”

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

But as I thought about it, one person immediately came to mind. "What about Bernard?" I asked. "He works in your office, he has access to files and conversations, and he certainly has motivation to want your business to fail." "Bernard?" Vanya shook her head. "He is too broken and defeated to organize something like this. Besides, he needs his job at my company. Why would he sabotage the business that provides his income?" I was not convinced. In my experience as a lawyer, the most dangerous enemies were often the ones people underestimated because they appeared harmless.

The spell was broken. And the little bubble I built up for myself popped.

The only person better than Noah is Marcus, the person who trained him. He may be an Omega, but he fought so hard to be one of the strongest and most knowledgeable fighters, which makes it so ironic that this jerk can come into his life and destroy everything he's accomplished. He hasn't cried in so long, and here he's crying for the second time in almost three weeks. Noah hates that Michael makes him weak and brings back the broken person he used to be.

"Good. Just observe them for the mean time. Report to me if ever you hear them talk about something important." "Got that, boss." The person on the other line muted the call as they walked towards an office. They sat comfortably on the chair as they browse on the computer. "She officially got into that group, huh?" The person stared at Eleonna Salvelle's profile intently as they poured an expensive liquor into the expensive looking glass. The person hummed in wonder. "I've eliminated a thousands of pests already, but this one's the most exciting so far... Eleonna Rielle Salvelle, you think you stand a chance against us, huh?"

"Need-to-know access becomes even smaller." "If anyone questions the changes..." I paused. "...watch them." The room answered with quiet nods. I looked once more at the frozen map. Ghost Rider hadn't beaten me. Not tonight. But they had forced me to admit something I hadn't considered before. The greatest weakness in any operation wasn't the roads. Or the weapons. Or the men. It was the habits of the person leading it. And mine had just become the first thing I intended to destroy.

"Sometimes I don't understand your gender" Joey said with a smile. "You guys can be so inconsistent sometimes" "The only men who do understand women are those with quantities of experience" Audrey said wisely. "They are the dangerous ones because they know just how to act... And attract. Jeremy is a typical example" "Audrey, I believe you hate him" Joey said.

“I don’t know these people, and I have absolutely no dealings with them. Someone clearly sent them. Someone who knows me.” Her voice was steady, but Adrian could hear the strain hiding beneath it. He stepped closer. “What do you know about them?” The officer glanced between them before responding. “They’re part of a notorious group known as the Black Circuit. Ruthlessness is practically their identity. They’re trained to endure interrogation, torture, psychological pressure — everything. They will die before they reveal their sender. That’s their code.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “And you’re telling me a gang like that is just roaming free? Unchecked?”