Christopher Argent 소설 & 이야기

But the man on the screen didn’t even flinch, as if he were deaf too. “I think we both know your Arganza supplies were sabotaged and your labs need this raw material,” the interpreter said into the mic. “Was that what Mr. Brona said?” Dante asked me, and I nodded. Those were his exact words. I looked at Lorenzo. His face looked like he wanted to kill someone. The executives sitting beside him had dark, furious expressions too. He glanced at a man in a white medical lab coat and gave a heavy nod. They needed the Arganza, and the man on the other side of the screen was taking advantage of it.

“I-I assure you, they’re not lies! I-I know this must be upsetting to hear, but I speak the truth!” I glared at him. “Besides, he’s not your husband yet. And I can guarantee you’ll be glad he isn’t once you believe me,” Christopher continued, his voice low. I curled my lip, anger still hot in my chest. One more vile word out of his mouth and I would make sure he’d never rise above being a pathetic, unrecognised Rogue. Christopher looked to the warriors holding him, acknowledging them for the first time. “Fellas, why don’t you let me go for a moment? I’d like to show the lady something, it’s just in my front pocket-”

Aside from the money to bail the hostages out, there was an additional ten billion dollars and Christopher's life. The reason was that Christopher had betrayed him. Wilbur understood this well enough. Stiles was the head of the underground circle in Aroma, and Christopher was considered his right-hand man. Even though Christopher was already at the Sanctuary level, this proved that Stiles was also at the Sanctuary level himself. Christopher would not have been so obedient otherwise. That was also why he had been so confident in betting ten billion dollars, as well as Christopher's life. On top of that, Christopher had also said that everyone in Aroma's cultivator circle and the casino owners

Worlds don’t like that. CORRECTION IS NECESSARY, the Arbiter insists, but there’s strain now—lag in its recalculations. ENTROPY THRESHOLD— “Let me simplify this for you,” I say, drawing myself up despite trembling legs. “Midnight isn’t broken. It’s alive. You can’t debug a heartbeat.” The Arbiter turns its gaze fully on me. YOU ARE THE FRACTURED INTERFACE. YOUR INSTABILITY— “I know,” I snap. “I’m a mess. But I’m our mess.”

"I suppose we haven't formally met yet, have we? I'm Christopher, but most people call me Chris. Christopher is way too…pretentious for my liking." "How'd you get in here?" she probed, still trying to decipher his intentions. Christopher reached into his pocket and pulled out a key similar to the one Sawyer had used only hours ago. "How did you—" "I told Sawyer I wanted to bring you some new furniture. Oh! That reminds me." He bent down and extended a hand into the bag that was on the floor beside him. Waverly glared at his arm, which was covered in numerous tattoos, forming a sleeve, with the Crimson Shadow sigil placed in the centre.

why is he here now? Adam’s smirk deepens as he steps closer, his eyes locked on mine, glowing like embers in the dimly lit hall. “RUN!” Zoe’s scream shatters the tension, and the hall erupts into chaos. Guests and staff scream as they scatter toward the exits. Chairs topple, decorations crash to the ground, and the air fills with frantic cries. Even the priest, clutching his Bible, tries to flee, but Adam moves faster than any human should. His hand darts out, seizing the priest by the throat with a vice-like grip.

Damien’s POV I should’ve known Vanessa would hand me the client from hell. Maribel D’Argent. Heiress to the D’Argent Conglomerate. A woman who once fired an event planner because the floral arrangements were a shade too cheerful. A woman who sued a hotel because the marble floors “echoed wrong.” A woman whose nut allergy was so severe that even the idea of a pistachio in a two-kilometre radius could apparently kill her.

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

He repeated the name, then suddenly raised his voice. “Don’t tell me you were caught by Christopher, the CEO of Sebastian Corporation?” Margaret nodded wearily and recounted what had happened that afternoon, of course only partially. She did not mention that Christopher had demanded she get engaged to him. Arthur fell silent again for quite a while before finally letting out a sigh. “No wonder even Bennett Corporation and Walker Corporation combined aren’t considered his opponent.” “Christopher’s capabilities are terrifying. We underestimated this too much.” Though unwilling, Margaret had to nod in agreement.

Christopher let out a low, strangled growl, his mouth crashing down onto mine with a brutal, starving intensity. The argument was over before it even started. The sheer, intoxicating pull of the taboo was a trap they walked into willingly every single time. Christopher’s hands gripped my waist, hauling me up onto the marble bar, scattering a tray of crystal glasses with a loud, ringing crash. I didn't care about the noise. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, my fingers ripping at his shirt buttons, sending them flying across the floor.