Victor Idv の小説・ストーリー

“You’ll have everything you need, Victor. Trust me.” A Strategic Victory The next morning, Evelyn walked into Sophia’s office with a triumphant smile. “I just got off the phone with Victor Tan. He’s reaffirmed his commitment to V Corp.” Sophia’s eyes lit up. “What changed his mind?” Evelyn chuckled. “He said Lucas called him personally last night. Talked about family, trust, and the values we’ve built this company on. Victor said it reminded him why he partnered with us in the first place.”

“Victor, calm down..." “Calm down?” Victor shouted, the words echoing off the high ceilings. “Calm down? You think I need to calm down? You think I care about consequences anymore?” He slammed his fists on the desk, the reverberation loud enough to make the guards flinch. “She's mine! Ivy is mine to end, and I will marry abd claim her as mine. And when I do…” His voice dropped low, deadly, a growl that didn’t belong to the man Robert had raised. “Damn all consequences.I will hunt killian down, I will kill him. And every last one of them who tries to stop me be damned.” Robert swallowed hard, masking the tremor in his hands. “Victor, you’re not thinking."

I will make sure Ivan does not look in her direction ever again. I texted Victor my house address and he promised to be there the next morning. When the doorbell rang the next morning, I wasn't expecting to see him so early in the morning "Good morning, I am Victor," he said I won't deny he was a handsome young man, he looked like he had just shaved a clean shave "Come in and have a seat, do you want anything to drink?" "Water will be fine," he said I went into the kitchen to get him a cup of water and I brought a picture of Adelia and information about her and took it along with me to the living room

He didn't move when she walked in. “You’re late,” he said. His voice was deep, like a vibration in the floor. Ivy’s grief suddenly sharpened into a jagged edge of anger. “I didn’t realize I was on a timer.” He turned. Victor was a wall of a man. Broad shoulders, dark gray shirt rolled up to show forearms that looked like they were made of corded rope. He didn't look like a businessman. He looked like a predator. His eyes were the worst part—icy, bottomless gray. They didn't just look at her; they weighed her.

A framed print clattered to the floor. “I built this company with him!” Victor screamed, his face inches from Davidson’s, his breath hot with whiskey and hate. “I was there in the dirt and the oil when you were still a bible-thumping boy in Texas! I earned it! You just spread your legs for it!” Davidson shoved him back, hard. Victor stumbled, crashing into a low-slung sofa. The two men from Volkov watched, impassively, as if observing a mildly interesting sporting event. This was beneath their intervention.

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"It was from our dear friend Victor's house. Victor Polly," "Victor Polly, okay. What does he do in the village?" "He works on their mini-farm and he does other part-time jobs at the town together with his wife sometimes," "Wife? So this Victor Polly you're saying has a family?" "Yes, Sir. He had a wife named Olivia Polly and two children named Iris and Grey," "Alright, so this man you said earlier was your dear friend. Does he have anything to do with crime or anything related to grudges to other people?"

I smiled to myself, time to remind them exactly who this house belonged to now. I found Victor first. He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, exposing those powerful tattooed forearms. His laptop was open, and he was on a video call, voice low and commanding as he discussed quarterly projections and a hostile takeover bid on a smaller tech firm. The Kane empire never slept.

“Miss Vivian” “I'm fine”. But I wasn't,that name Victor,it wasn't unfamiliar. I have heard it before on the night I died. Walter frowned. “ Do you know the person? “No”. Not yet,but somehow my memories did.. Walter continued. “Official Victor owns a private company, while under it he makes problems disappear,you know what I mean”. Coldness settled in my chest. Problems, evidence, witnesses, people. The room fell silent,Maria looked horrified.

Maybe she would still be alive. I missed her so much it hurt. I sat next to Dad for a moment, and then I stood up, and while I was leaving, I heard the news playing from the TV. I turned back. ”Victor was on the screen. He looked different now. Thirty-four years old. More powerful. He was one of the youngest and most successful CEOs in the World. I had once dreamed of working in his firm before I had to drop out of school to help Dad run the shop.