Vic Fuentes 2024 Novels & Stories

"That case was long closed, man. Do not underestimate my idol. He was the most powerful lawyer in the country, and I heard that the man who asked to kill his wife was killed but the paid assassin was in jail before twenty-four hours of his wife's death." "And it wasn't publicized?" "Fuentes is known to be elusive, and they are not into showbiz why do they have to publicize things?" "Okay, thanks, man." "No problem," and the call ended already. He couldn't ask for more, still. "Why didn't she tell me her mother's case was long close? She did not correct me from believing that her mother was already given justice." He whispered. He accidentally clicked on information and saw some personal info

It was a very cute scene. "May I bring your MacBook so you can search for it?" Felipe added. Alfredo ran his hand through his jet black hair, his grey eyes flickered towards the Felipe. "No." He said sternly. "She is really dead?" He questioned again. "Died in twenty-fourteen." Felipe answered his question. "We could arrange a call or meeting with Jencarlos Canela, your so called Bruno to answer these questions for you... you do know that you hold that much power-"

He laughed at my question and shook his head. "Such a waste of time for suing them." I guess that's my cue to not ask more questions. I rather not get on his bad side today. "You'll go with Diego today, I'll be observing you from afar." He said and I nodded. He left me in his office alone as I kept looking at the pictures. My eyes widened when I saw the man who created the FL-2020. It's Victor Mendez. Victor Mendez is known to be the next Elon Musk of the technology world. He's known not only in Europe but in America too. So he stole this idea from Adrian huh?

"Do you think Victor's information is reliable? Given everything else about him?" "I've cross-verified what I can independently," Webb said carefully. "So far, everything checks out against our existing findings. That doesn't guarantee everything in here is accurate, but it does suggest, at minimum, that he's not deliberately misleading us." The associate Victor's information pointed toward, a man named Gerald Whitfield, proved surprisingly easy to locate retired now, living quietly outside the city, apparently having distanced himself entirely from Delgado's world in the years following Meridian's collapse.

"Agent Harrison dropped this off. He thought you might want to see it." I handed over the sealed envelope bearing the FBI logo. Alejandro opened it carefully, pulling out several official-looking documents and photographs. "The final report on Marco Valdez," he read, scanning the top sheet. "Officially deceased as of February 12th." "Keep reading," I urged quietly. He flipped through the documents, pausing at a specific page. "Assets seized... financial network dismantled... forty-seven arrests to date..." His eyes widened slightly. " "There's no one left to come after us, Alejandro. We're safe now—really safe."

( Alessa) The revelation broke at 6:47 a.m. Not through Victor’s system. Not through another anonymous source. It came from a respected medical ethics journalist who had obtained sealed records from a private facility in Switzerland. The headline was clinical, devastating, and impossible to ignore: “Victor Salazar’s Long-History of Paranoid Delusional Disorder: Medical Records Raise Questions About Credibility of Recent Claims Against Reyes Holdings.”

she added at the end and held her breath waiting for Donnie to take the bait. The terrified, soiled man didn’t make her wait long before he started spitting and sputtering around the blood still pooling in his mouth, “please Vic, you can’t do this, you’re a Bura you should understand what’s at stake,” he spit around the pathetic pile of emotions flowing from his face in the form of large tears and snot streaming down his cheeks. Vic crossed her arms over her chest and postured her strong body in a show of indifferent intimidation, “if you really felt that I was the sort of Bura you could trust why didn’t you come to me Donnie, when Phil started siphoning money before dad died or when he star

the man blurted and tilted his body backwards as he feared what Luciano might do to him with the knife. Luciano was taken aback by the revelation. "Don Fenyo?" Fenyo Valdez is the head of the Valdez cartel in Mexico, he and Gustavo had never crossed paths before. So how the fuck did he know about their shipments? And why did he sabotage it, what's his fucking deal?

He inserted the flash drive into his laptop. The screen flickered. A single video file appeared. Elyra held her breath as Zevarion clicked play. The video opened with a blurry image of a dimly lit room. Then the camera adjusted. And a familiar figure appeared on the screen. Elyra’s eyes widened. “Wait… that’s—” She stopped speaking. Because the man in the video was unmistakable. Victor Fernandez Vale. But what shocked them both wasn’t just his presence. It was what he was saying.

The PI had been working all day, gathering intel on Victor’s activities. I quickly unlocked the screen. PI UPDATE: Subject: Victor Garcia We’ve tapped into encrypted chats. The file came through clean. We’ve identified Victor’s codename. It is Ferrum. Victor was seen receiving a call today. The call was brief, no names, just numbers. After the call, he deleted a file from a flash drive. We managed to recover the data from it. More to follow.