Vic Fuentes Kellin Quinn Novels & Stories

I played another song, my fingers dancing across the keys, when my phone chimed with a notification. I frowned, thinking it might be Kiara or Clinton. But when I picked it up, I realized it was a W******p message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, I opened it. It was a video. I clicked on it, and my blood ran cold. There was Clinton, on a bed, with Seraphina. They were tangled in the sheets, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him. I couldn’t see his full face, but I knew it was him. My heart dropped.

“What is it? Who was that? What did he say?” Liam lowered the phone, turning to face her. His face was pale, his eyes wide with shock and anger. “It was Vance,” he said, his voice shaking. “He’s not working for the shareholders. He’s working for Victor Chen. Kang Jin’s brother. He’s alive, Kayla. He’s back. And he’s coming for us. He sent a cleaning crew to get the Project Reeds hard drive. They’re on their way here right now.” Kayla’s hand flew to her mouth. “Victor Chen? I thought he was dead.”

"Photos that are 'clearly us' even though they're fake? Anonymous witnesses who already testified they saw us together? Financial records they probably fabricated?" "We prove the timeline is impossible. We..." "Adrian." She grabbed his arms. "I can't lose her. I can't lose my daughter because someone wants revenge." His jaw clenched. "You won't. I won't let that happen." Somewhere across the city, in a luxury penthouse, Lilian Quinn stared at the same headlines with her coffee going cold. She hadn't done this. She pulled out her phone, typed a message to her mystery partner: Did you leak the story?

She couldn’t even die without continuing to haunt me. “Explain," I said, my voice even but with the grip of panic around my gut. "Now. Everything you know." Kent pulled his phone out and displayed intercepted communications for me. His face was somber, the expression he only had when things were really bad. "We broke into Vivienne’s secure servers after the warehouse bombings. Discovered these messages embedded within encrypted documents. She had an outstanding kill order for months, maybe longer. Should she be put to death, a certain murderer was doomed to slay Celine. Revenge from beyond the grave."

“I pulled up Elias’s old files. It’s worse than you think, Quinnel. Much worse.” She opened the briefcase, revealing a secure, military-grade tablet and a series of encrypted communication devices. She was no longer Isla, my friend from the mall; she was Phoenix, the Schulz family’s formidable chief strategist. “Sit down, Isla. Khloe has just uncovered the truth behind the hit-and-run four years ago,” Sebastian said, pulling up two chairs to the sitting area, transforming the plush space into an impromptu war room. Isla’s eyes widened, a flicker of genuine shock crossing her face before she swiftly masked it. She sat down, her focus immediately on me. “Khloe, tell me everything. Start with t

He opened his eyes wide and stopped attacking, saying， "What do you mean? Quintin said Vicky is in his hands. Don't try to deceive me! I won't believe you I sneered and whispered, "If Vicky had been in his hands, he would have used Vicky to blackmail you. You almost had a fight with Grover, why didn't Grover immediately tell you that Vicky was in their hands, but instead appeared unaware of Vicky's whereabouts? Moreover, Quintin is in the Sky pack, far from here, then how did he catch Vicky without Grover's knowledge? Haven't you thought of all this？" Kincaid hesitated and asked, "If Vicky is not in Quintin's hands, where is she? Did you catch her?"

But if you know where to look those runs he makes into the most out of the way places on earth, spells either criminal, or special Ops. I'm willing to take Mancini's word that it's something closer to the latter. The fact that I had to use our special equipment to get that much on him told me he was either deep under cover, which was doubtful because there was no military jacket on him. Or he was one of those billionaires who put his money where his mouth was. I did as in depth a search as was possible before assuring myself that he was solid. Then I went over the decoded file to see what I could piece together with this latest development with Quinn's woman and the others who'd been taken.

The sleek, glass-and-steel lobby was a chaotic scene of seized hard drives, forensic teams, and a growing mob of reporters. In the command center of QS Holdings, Davina Quinton stood alongside Olivia Reed and Cassie Knox. The data recovered from the Wisteria dockside server was the final nail in the coffin. It didn't just link Aegis to the Vance Syndicate; it provided a direct map of the Connors' decades-long money laundering operation.

"I heard that it was you who instigated the killing of the Howard family's daughter and used Vincent to force Harry?" Quill was stunned for a moment. "How, how could he know?" When Vanessa was about to knock on the door to bring the tea in, she heard Elvis's voice and stopped. Standing at the door, he eavesdropped on them. Chen Shuhan wanted to hear if Quill was talking about her and Zong Jingrong's marriage with Elvis. When she came down from the stairs, she saw Vanessa eavesdropping. She frowned and asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"

“Just… tell me she’s really safe. Like, truly safe.” “She is,” Victor confirmed, his voice unwavering. “My word. But that word means nothing if you don’t trust me enough to be honest now.” He nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Alright. So, Kevin’s got intelligence on our main routes for… everything. He’s got the drop points, the schedules, even the dummy corporations we use for invoicing. He’s got details on the safe houses for our… less-than-legal personnel. Addresses, access codes, even blind spots in the security systems for three of them. Your personal ledger, even a copy of it, was on that phone. He’s got names of people high up in the city council, the cops, the judges… how much