Novel & Cerita Vance Black Phone

I rubbed my forehead with the back of my hand, trying to clear my thoughts. After a moment of silence, I met his gaze again. “Fine,” I said, my voice softer this time, though still carrying a tinge of irritation. “You want to make it up to me? Take me somewhere decent. But this isn’t me forgiving you. This is just... you getting me out of the street for a bit. Got it?” His eyes lit up, but his smile was small, careful, as though he wasn’t sure if he had truly won me over or if I was just humoring him. “Got it,” he said, stepping back toward the car. “I’m Vance, by the way. Vance Black.”

The screen was badly cracked, it sliced across a picture of us at the beach. My fingers trembled as I turned it on. I didn't know what I was looking for. Maybe a final text? A voice note? I found a nightmare instead. I opened his messages. My heart stopped. There were three texts from a number eith the caller ID, Vance, sent back-to-back on the evening of his accident. 7:25 PM: "You think you can hide the files? We own the courts, and we own you." 7: 36PM: "We have Alina. If you want her to see tomorrow, come to 4421 Blackwood Street. Alone."

He listened in silence, his expression growing grimmer with every passing second. "She was watching a video?" he repeated. Another pause. "She was crying?" Mr. Oh closed his eyes briefly. "What video was it?" He listened again, then sighed heavily. "The CCTV couldn't capture what was on her screen?" A beat of silence. "Very well. Thank you." He ended the call and turned sharply to Mac. "Where is Young Mistress's phone?" "In the car," Mac replied, confused but alarmed by the urgency in Mr. Oh's voice. "Let's go."

Vincent gave no replies, rather he reached for his pockets and pulled out a smartphone which he handed over to Grace. Grace raised her eyebrows looking from him to the black smartphone that rested on his palms, She was confused but decided to take the phone anyways, She examined the phone while glancing at Vincent who just stared at her. “What is this for?”. Grace asked still confused as to why a black phone was being handed to her. Her question was answered when the phone lit up ringing, She looked at the caller and gasped as everything was slowly making sense to her. Mr Leonard Black

She asks, shocked. “The rogues told us that they were after Junie. We couldn’t get a reason out of them, so we called Cerberus and asked if any of his vampires had heard anything. He was going to check but he also said it would be a good idea to get ahold of the other kingdoms and ask about their rogues.” “Makes sense. Okay, I’ll call him now.” She grabs her phone, tapping on my Uncle Bayard’s number. “Hey MoMo. What’s going on?”

I stayed beside Ethan, watching the second hand sweep across the wall clock. Exactly three minutes later, the security chief's voice came back through the speaker. "Mr. Blackwood, the line belongs to a temporary communications device, a burner phone purchased with cash." Ethan’s jaw tightened. "Can you locate where it has been active?" "Yes sir," the officer answered. "The signal history shows the device was activated near Blackwood Group several times over the past two weeks. Whoever has this phone was standing within a two-block radius of your office building while contacting Miss Vanessa."

Alex said, walking behind me as we exited the gym. I panted, sweat dripping down my face.. “It's just the gym, Alex” Suddenly her phone began to ring. I turned to look at her, my brow furrowed. “It's him isn't it?” Alex nodded, picking up the call. “Hello, cuz?” “Where's Vanessa?” He barked through the phone. “Give me that” I whispered, taking the phone away from her. “Hello Damien it's okay I will be home in a few minutes”

"But like I said, I wanted to." I look back at him, and the sincerity in his eyes nearly undoes me. Damn him. Damn him for making this so complicated. Just when I think I've got my walls built high enough, he does something like this and cracks them all over again. Goddess help me. My phone pings in my purse, pulling me from my thoughts. I pull it out, giving a quick look at the screen, and my stomach sinks slightly when I see Vance's name. ‘Vance:’ Hey, I'm really sorry, but I have to head home. My stomach's getting worse. I don't think I can stay. I'm so sorry, Megan. I hope the rest of the night goes well.

“This marriage front… it is starting to feel less like a front.” She smiled faintly. “Careful, Mr. Voss. You almost sound human.” I chuckled, but the words stuck with me. Vulnerability flickered again before I pushed it down. My phone lit up with a new alert. Julian Blackwood’s press conference had just begun. We watched together on my laptop. He stood at a podium, polished and venomous, claiming new evidence of financial manipulation in the Vance acquisition and hinting at “dangerous personal entanglements.” “He is adapting fast,” I muttered.

Not with the question that had been eating at me since I woke up. The yacht. The explosion. The fire. I poured myself a drink, taking a gulp as I got lost in my thoughts. My phone buzzed on the counter, and I didn’t need to check the name flashing across the screen. I’d been waiting for this call. “Vance,” A low, curt voice answered on the other end. My investigator. Quiet, costly, but worth it if he delivered. “What do you have for me?” I asked, my tone sharper than I intended.