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The huge man stuttered seeing the far away look in Matteo's eyes, he didn't expect to see him here tonight and Matteo was here then Spade was here too He looked behind Matteo, his eyes on the door as he tried to come up with something to do quickly, he couldn't stall, not without knowing if Spade was following Matteo Matteo already knew, he already knew that Dom was the reason they came here tonight, he was the mole, the spy. The one who stole information from Spade and gave it to the enemy He could reach out for his gun right now and end him but they needed answers, why did he do this?

Mike intentionally provoked Orlando just to get on his bad side, unluckily for him Orlando was prepared and refused to let anyone bring out the real Orlando Ivan Chester in him. PLEASE NOTE: LOVING REX ANGELO WILL BE FINISHED FIRST FOLLOWED BY BILLIONAIRE SPY. LORENA {MY CEO BABY} WILL BE ON HOLD UNTIL AFTER BOTH BOOKS ARE COMPLETED INDIVIUALLY.

Ellen's Point of View Hello, my name is Ellen Burge, and I'm 35 years old. I'm a spy known as Chizuki, which means "bloody moon" in Japanese. I became a spy as a result of an accident that drove me to seek vengeance for the deaths of my loved ones. Third Person Point of View The Burge Family is well-known for their wealth, and many individuals have attempted to rob them, but no one has succeeded until one day when they are unaware that their home is being attacked by an anonymous assassin. Ellen's mother, fortunately, had hidden her beneath the carpet in a little library.

“And now, you’re leverage.” Silas tried to shift, to break the chains Too late. Noah tapped the comm at his hip. “Tell Crescent we’re ready.” Ethan pov The report landed on Ethan’s desk just before midnight. Noah’s clearance activity. The missing files. The untraceable comm pings routed through old Crescent tech. The truth was no longer speculation. It was written in blood. Ethan closed the file and whispered to himself “Two spies. Two wolves I trusted.” He stood.

God help me. I was supposed to be gathering intel. The study was two floors up, his private safe combination hidden in a book I had spotted days ago. Carlos was probably losing his mind wondering where I was or thinking I was dead. The agency needed evidence that would bring this entire empire crashing down. Instead, I stood frozen at the poolside window like a lovestruck teenager, watching the man I was supposed to destroy dry himself with a towel. He caught me staring. A slow smile spread across his face, that devastating smile that made my knees feel weak. "Enjoying the view?"

Aryan said as Sid chuckled, he hated no loathed studying. They did a fist-hand shake before walking inside unaware of the fact that two curious eyes were looking at them from afar. … Aryan was hardly keeping himself from vomiting his guts out as he looked at the two bodies in front of them. “What’s it?” The head of the information department who was their boss asked as they looked at the screen, Sid was holding the non-tractable deceive in his hands. “Dead,” Aryan said inspecting the area for any fingerprints. “How long?” Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency.

It was like I'd been cursed too—I was ready to protect the sisters at all costs. I lunged forward with the bottle. "Stop!" A commanding voice rang out! Colin froze, his eyes shifting from confusion to fear. Then, he stammered, "Y-you're not dead?" I turned around, just as shocked. Rachel, completely unharmed, was standing in the doorway! Behind her were Tracy and several police officers. "Colin Booth, we suspect you're involved in a case of bribery, embezzlement, and conspiracy to commit murder. Please come with us."

She sighs turning around back to the screen walking away a little but stops turning to look at me. "I can only answer two of those questions but first, I'm going to have to explain something to you." She sighs slowly walking back over to me, I just stand still staring at her getting rather worried. "I haven't been truthful to you about my line of work, I'm not a lawyer that helps rich people get away with things they shouldn't, I'm a spy." She bluntly says looking at me, I stare at her confused not believing her.

These spies seemed to be on the run and had not yet been captured. They came from well-to-do families, were industry elites, or held significant positions. Yet, the crimes they had committed were terrifying, warranting sentences of death multiple times over if they were caught. With her exceptional speed-reading ability and memory, Alyssa was a natural fit for a special agent role. Her talents allowed her to remember every detail after reading a document just once. When she reached the 11th document, her eyes dimmed. This document was different from the others; it lacked a photograph where one should have been.

“You own buildings everywhere. Offices, towers, warehouses. A man with your resources could easily set up surveillance all across the city.” Damien leaned back in amusement. “That’s quite a project.” The captain pointed a finger toward him. “And then,” he said proudly, “you’ve got some brilliant tech guy sitting in one of your building basements watching all the screens.” Damien could not help laughing. “A basement?” “Of course,” Morgan insisted. “That’s where all the secret operations happen.” He leaned even closer. “The guy watches the cameras and whenever he sees a crime happening, he calls you. Something like, ‘Mr. Hayes, robbery in progress near the docks.’”