Vic Fuentes Somebody That I Used To Know Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

How else could such an incredible coincidence be possible? Without wasting a second, I contacted my assistant, Johnson, and instructed him to gather as much information as he could about her. Once he had compiled a report, I immediately sent it to Michael, a trusted family friend who had always been my father’s confidant. Michael was the only person who could persuade Vladimir to help me without creating any unnecessary drama.

The way he said sent dirty chills down my spine. "Let's hear it" I frowned "You know Lord V?" Lord Vincenzo? Why wouldn't I know him. "Like I'd forget him. He made sure I wouldn't." I eyed him up and down in anger. "Lord V is Lord Vector Nirvana and I have my proof."

He is the one who told Hase to follow the team, and he is quite anxious to know how he is doing. "We saw him at the place, but in a blink of an eye he's nowhere to be found." "You got to be kidding me," "You shouldn't have told him to go after us, his life is in danger. There's a possibility that Fuentes could kill him," she asserted. "Fuentes? Who is that?" "The same woman who works as a barista at the Cafe we used to go," she replied and that made a huge impact on the man's countenance. "No way," he commented and gaze back at her with a confusing look. "What could be the reason? Her face doesn't appear to be someone who can kill," he continued.

- I grumbled irritated, making the officer laugh. -I'll back you up, Lauren. I smiled at her and pulled a little smoke into my mouth again. Handing it to her so that she would do the same. She approached and leaned against the cold wall where I was, grabbing the small cigarette from my hand to put it between her lips. She didn't take long to let out the smoke screen betvween her lips. Veronica Iglesias or simply Vero was my best friend, she worked with me as a clerk and investigator, she was like a sister to me since high school when we met. We were always on together for everything that happened in this life.

Not even the courtesy of surprise. “You called Aiken,” Elena said. No question mark. Three meters of floor between them. One truth that no longer required confirmation. “FBI informant. Not just a tip on Victor—the entire architecture. Arms trafficking rotations, Volkov faction movements, Carvajo distribution channels. Every stream flows through your hands.” The silence between them was an answer more complete than any spoken word. “And it was you who gave me those eight months.” Feliks kept his lips sealed. But he didn’t refuse with his eyes.

"Vanessa was once the closest person to me. So, they thought she might know where the Secret Key was. "Besides, Felipe didn't know that I was in Ace City. They didn't even know that I was still alive. Anson didn't tell him about that. "Apart from when he came back to interrogate Vanessa, Felipe has been abroad for all these years. He doesn't know much about the situation here. "So, I'm guessing that the relationship between the prestigious families and that power isn't as close-knit as we think it is. Perhaps this can get us a breakthrough in future."

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 planned everything much earlier than any of us realized. My jaw tightened. How much had he planned? How many years had he been preparing? Then I reached the final section of the letter, and my heart dropped. But there is something else. Victor once mentioned a person he trusted completely. Someone who worked inside the pharmaceutical regulatory system connected to your company. I never learned their identity. Victor was careful about that. But he believed this person would protect his interests if things went wrong. I don't know if that person is still active. I don't know if they helped him recently. I don't even know if they knew the full extent of his plans.

"Uncomfortable but fine." I looked at him. His hands were on the table, relaxed. No split knuckles, no new marks; whatever the conversation had been, it had been words rather than anything else. "He knew Rico," I said. "Yes," he said. "Former business associate. Low level." "He recognized me," I said. "Yes," he said. "Which means Dante's distribution of your file went further than I tracked." "He had my file," I said. "He had your face," Vincenzo said. "Which came from somewhere connected to the network Dante was using."