Novel & Cerita Who Killed Subaru In The Mansion

I have no idea how to deal with this new information whatsoever. Grayson had asked Ben and me to see the footage, to see that if there was one person that we didn’t recognize. None was found. All the people that came and went were our high school friends, and no one left the mansion before the incident, save for Kate and a security guard. My heart is hammering in my chest, knowing that one among us, one among our high school friends is the killer, the person who took Jos life in their hands.

The sleeping pills weren't very strong, but they started to take effect and he dropped the knife on the floor. There, sitting, he raises his head and imagines Sebastian walking through the door, as he had done so many Fridays in a row. He smiles at him and kneels in front of him ready to kiss him. Tears run down Theo's face, but the smile widens. The world gets darker and Theo slowly slides down the wall and lands sideways on the floor. Akiko opens the bedroom door and a Yakusa enters and bows to her. - Miss Sato, we already know who was the hand that caused Mr. Jones's accident. Jack Black, a local mafia leader.

When the gates open and I roll through with the SUV and bikers behind us. I park the bike in front of the mansion. The mansion was rebuilt after nonno blew it up after my nonna’s father Cartel Boss Alejandro Fernandez was killed. He kidnapped my mom and uncle Nate to lure my nonna back to him. Nonna killed him. I don’t wait for the family. I just walk up the quartz steps to the front door and push it open and step inside. The sounds of screams and moans of pleasure echo around the foyer. I roll my eyes.

"Who authorized the exit of his vehicle? Answer me before I take your fingers!" Abram’s voice thundered through the garage, vibrating the concrete pillars. He stood over a slumped figure in the driver's seat of a black sedan. Marcus, the man who had moved billions for the Silas-Vane merger, sat with his head tilted at an impossible angle. A single, clean puncture mark sat at the base of his skull. No blood. Just a neat, professional kill.

He could not help but raise his head to discover that the heels belonged to a beautiful and slender lady. This lady was none other than Miranda Bailey. Beside her stood Tom Clarkson and a bunch of menacing-looking subordinates. Without saying anything, Tom Clarkson and his men whipped out their pistols, pointed them at the heavily injured Billyman, and they shot him. Instantly, blood splattered everywhere. This marked the pitiful end of Billyman, one of the most skilled men of the generation. He was killed by a gun after getting injured in a car accident. With a cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth, Tom Clarkson shot his pistol twice at Jimmy Miller, who was screaming in misery in the car.

Vehicle association report: Black SUV. The exact SUV from the highway footage. I looked up slowly from the report to meet the gaze of the investigator. “Are you telling me the dead man was driving the SUV vehicle?” “Yes.” A strange feeling crawled slowly down my spine, my assumption has just been justified, this no longer looked like an accident. “Cause of death?” I asked. “Gunshot wound.” The investigator replied. Damien straightened immediately. “Someone killed him?” “Yes.” “How long after Serena’s crash?” Damien asked again.

"The old men in the family really think it was an accident. Who would've guessed I paid off his mechanic to tamper with that damn engine?" I had it. I slipped my phone from my inner pocket, confirming the recording was still active. Even though family rules dictated that a recording couldn't be used for a summary execution, once Lorenzo was back on his feet, cleaning up these scumbags would be child's play. I was just about to turn and retreat when a bone-chilling wind swept across the back of my neck. An icy hand clamped around my throat. I spun around. It was the spirit of a burly man in a black suit, holding a spectral submachine gun. Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red bl

Suddenly, a massive wave of memories from my first life rushed into my mind like a freezing storm. In that tragic original timeline, my family did not survive the cruel plots of the Vance family. I remembered the exact day our old maintenance truck careened off the steep, freezing mountain road because the brake lines had suddenly and completely failed. I remembered the absolute terror of the crash, the sound of tearing metal, and the horrific loss that followed. I had always deeply suspected that Cassian Vance had sabotaged our vehicle, but it had been impossible to prove. Seeing this specific heavy iron sabotage kit go missing now confirmed my darkest memories. The Vance family had access

Dew Sunder was the real reason why Alex came here. Alex seemed calm as he spoke, as if he was talking to himself, “Anthony Pattingson killed my father in a car crash. Dew Sunder, on the other hand, killed Anthony in prison. Since Dew is your most prized disciple, I have reason to suspect that you ordered Dew to kill Anthony in order to get rid of all the evidence. Tell me, my parents’ car accident that was caused by Anthony ten months ago, were you involved in it too?”

I couldn't get my hands on the type of cars my late grandpa left behind, so I bought the one I liked. Blair was the first person my eyes fell on as soon as I drove inside the mansion. She's sitting in front of their apartment doing God knows what on her phone. Blair is so engrossed in her phone that she doesn't even know a car drove inside the house. I got out of the car, closed the door, and walked towards her. She didn't even lift her head to see who was standing in front of her, and that angers me more. How can she be alive when I killed her?