Novel & Cerita Mr. Saul Your Disguise Is Exposed

I yelled as I looked into all the rooms I could see, "Saul!!!!" I called but did not receive any response When I entered the kitchen, I was surprised to see him setting up a table of two, He had air pods on, "Saul!" I called tapping him, he turned around and switched off the music, he took a few seconds to look at me from head to toe a smirk appearing on his face "You coming here dressed like that?" He asked with raise eyebrows "What do you suppose I should wear, where the heck are my clothes and why did you take advantage of me?" I demanded with an angry voice

Behind the mask, Jane's eyes gleamed with a hint of crimson. Her master's son—the real Stanley—had been dead for a long time. That was the greatest pain for her master and mistress. Saul deserved to die! Saul immediately scrambled to his feet, staring at Jane in disbelief. "How dare you kick me?" he gasped. Other troop leaders stood with Saul. "Stanley, we are your elders, you…" "Good kick!" Marissa suddenly stepped forward, radiating an even colder aura.

“So? Where do you think you are? This island is mine! No matter how wealthy or famous you are, you are nothing here!” Saul no longer treats him politely. He merely looks friendly because he meets an important consumer. However, once he hated or opposed something, his original character reappeared. CLANG! Rose was startled awake by the loud sound of irons colliding. Saul's men appeared from all sides, some with weapons and the rest with iron rods. Surrounded Robin and his dozen bodyguards. Robin, surprisingly, smiled. Rose had witnessed it! A gorgeous smile, but mysterious enough to make her tremble.

They had set up a bonfire in his living room. "What in the world are you guys doing? Have you all gone insane?" he exclaimed, bewildered by their antics. Gabriel approached him with a smirk. "Just chill, bro. We're having a pre-funeral celebration for you. You know, in preparation for your imminent downfall." Pedro was taken aback. "A pre-funeral? What are you all talking about?" Kurt joined in the teasing, "We can see that you're getting serious about someone. You, the once-notorious playboy, finally falling in love – it's a momentous occasion!"

All Saul was doing was keeping his head near the floor without agreeing to Frank's demands. For his part, Frank was not bothered to waste further time on Saul and started toward Megan's room to see if she could still be saved. However, as soon as he turned his attention away from Saul, Saul leapt toward him, whipping out a dagger from his sleeve. "Die!" Saul shrieked maniacally. He had lain prone and surrendered earlier just for this moment! As the eldest son of Governor Quill, how could he admit that he had lost to a twentyish brat?

He shouted, making her flinch. "One." She let out a shaky breath and looked at her father. He was clenching his jaw, she got more scared. He does that when he is about to hit someone. Her eyes went to the unknown man in the room, he was smirking as if he just won a lottery. She looked back at her father when the man spoke. "So is it final? 50 million?"l The man asked Michal. Their mother Anna was very confused about what was happening. 50 million for what?

"Everyone, please, quiet down. I have a video I'd like you all to see—my wife Mila's true state these past days." The screen behind him lit up. There I was, screaming in the living room, face twisted with hysteria as I hurled a bowl of bone broth to the floor. Every frame had been carefully edited, leaving only the worst moments, painting me as nothing but a deranged lunatic. Gasps rippled across the room. Cynthia dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, weeping softly at just the right moment. I locked my gaze on Noah, my heart like ice. He met my eyes with a look of feigned anguish. What a brilliant actor he was.

“And in that short time, you’ve proven yourself reliable. Keen and smart.” It’s already been almost six months since I started the disguise mission. Six months of sitting in front of codes and pretending I was just another regular employee who lived off caffeine and deadlines. Yet, my target is still alive and breathing… even prettier since the first time we met. Stupid mafia, stop it. I gave him a humble nod. “Thank you, Sir. I just try to do my best at my job.” Mr. Jafersons looked pleased. “You’ve done more than that. I see potential in you, Keigh Russo. Perhaps, the next in line with Ms. Moretti?”

The blood rushed to my head in a deafening roar. I scrambled blindly back to Dad's ward. He was still unconscious. And there I was on the TV screen, completely stripped of my dignity, groveling on the floor and begging Denise for forgiveness. The clip had already made the rounds on the news. Everyone was labeling me a shameless parasite who dragged down the reputation of the disabled. A wave of bitterness washed over me as I gently tucked Dad in. Holding back my tears, I pulled the plug on the TV.