Novel & Cerita Vic Fuentes And Kellin Quinn

But that night, in the quiet of our room, with the house finally still and the garden below dark, I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at my husband. "Tell me," I said. Lucian set the envelope on the bed between us. "Her name," he said, "is Helena Voss." I did not recognise it. "She was Armand Reyes's partner. Not romantically — professionally. She was the intelligence architect behind everything he built for the past fifteen years." He paused. "Reyes is dead. He was killed in São Paulo eighteen months ago, before you and I were — before any of this. But the people who funded his operation are not dead. They have simply been waiting to see what I would do with the evidence I gathered."

"Oh, how unfortunate for you. Clearly, you should have hidden it in a more secure place, isn't it?" Fury finally flickered through the fear. “Is that all you’re doing, Selena? Playing games?” She tilted her head, the smirk deepening. "It wasn't me, Adrian. Well… not directly." "Ms. Quinn," I said, forcing a calm I was far from feeling, "we both know what happened that night was consensual. Our CCTV footage can prove you walked into the clinic willingly.” She remained silent, the smug smile plastered on her face, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in mocking amusement.

His voice came with a crack with each word as he sat. "Just like that?" I asked as I sat forward. "You need to look around for any trace of Wu-" Fred whispered in my ear as black eye crossed his legs. Ricardo Villanueva Sanchez. "But we need more than just that information" He said as Tessa was about to reach for the envelope, in the excitement of having enough to put him away this time but then she paused. "The fbi, huh?" He asked. We had given them new information that the fbi was unto them, in a way of securing our own end of the deal. Tessa did. But he obviously wanted more.

“Thank you, Caitlin, and thank you all for your trust. I will do everything I can to lead the Yuncey Group forward, to ensure we rise again from these trials, stronger and united.” Applause roared again. The leadership transition was now complete. With Caitlin at the helm, Kelvin would represent Yuncey in meetings with the CL Group to negotiate the acquisition. Meanwhile, the news broke like wildfire. Media outlets, already tipped off, swarmed the entrance of the Yuncey Group headquarters. When Quill was escorted out in cuffs—ear bandaged, face bloodied—the cameras exploded in flashes. **#Quill Arrested for Arson and Murder** **#Ingram Fire: The Truth Revealed**

"This represents a fifteen-year campaign of revenge that nearly destroyed an innocent woman and a company that employs thousands of people." The screen switched to show recent photos of me, Adrian, and Jennifer. "We've also learned that Adrian Gonzalez and Jennifer Walsh, Nichole's close friend, were instrumental in uncovering this conspiracy. Their investigation led to the discovery of Vincent's hidden properties and ultimately to Nichole's rescue." Sarah looked directly into the camera again. "The search for Vincent Reeves continues, with federal authorities now involved in the manhunt. If you have any information about his whereabouts, please contact law enforcement immediately." The news

"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

I wiped quickly at my face, composed myself, and called out, “Come in.” Celine stepped inside—my COO, loyal to the core. “Helena… there’s been another leak. Someone just sent The Guardian a classified document from the Vale Foundation. It mentions Declan Global.” My pulse stopped. “From inside our servers?” She hesitated. “No. From one of your father’s old encrypted terminals.” The one only I had access to. The one Lucien had asked me never to activate. “It’s starting,” I whispered. Celine frowned. “What’s starting?”

"I'm Valeria Montecillo, daughter of Celeste Montecillo. I have proof of corruption in MonteTech. I have proof of illegal smuggling of tech, murder… terror." A sudden silence. An agent stepped forward. "You're requesting witness protection?" She nodded her head. She pulled out a flash drive with blood on it—the last copy from the vault. "I'm calling for action. I want Sebastian Virelli found. And when you do…" Her voice broke like thunder. "You bury him." INT. KC'S OFFICE — LATE NIGHT Files littered his desk—photos, court reports, digital forensic maps. Kc hadn't slept in two days. His stubble had become a beard, his eyes bloodshot, but fire still burned in them.

That other agent with him had been murdered for what he’d seen, and Mitch would have been next. It’d been the catalyst for all that had happened, commencing his next two years of hell. “Wait a minute. Q-Vac is the corporation you alluded to in your articles?” His voice was rough, his heart thundering. “Well . . .” Justine glanced quickly at Devlin. “Yes. I named them yesterday.” And he’d been so busy breaking into the FBI’s computer, he hadn’t read the paper.

“What about the intern?” Karina blinked, startled. “What?” Wilfred patiently repeated, “The intern who instigated all of this—where is she? Since you weren’t the mastermind, we need to track down who was and get some answers.” After all, someone had plotted to take those photos, and Wilfred had no idea what they planned to do with them. Realizing what he meant, Karina hurriedly provided the details of the intern, including the messaging app account she had given him. “I think her last name is Quinn. She joined the hospital recently. You might not remember her, Dr. Wilfred.”