Victor Van Dort Novelas e Histórias

Detective Joha poured out the content of the carton and began to search frantically. Then he grabbed hold of a file containing documents. He tore it open quickly and a flash fell off. He picked it up and dashed back to the system and connected the flash to it. A video began to play after some seconds. “Take a look...” he motioned to captain Depay who joined him. A video started to play. “What! What was that? Did that man just vanished...wait...he was just there...” Captain Depay couldn’t believe what he had just seen. One minute a man was there and the next minute he was gone. Exactly the same thing that has happened with the commissioner’s daughter.

As soon as Diana entered, he contacted Cedric. “How did it go?” [The man in whose picture you sent me is named Robert William, a construction worker. He has a criminal record for domestic violence and was divorced from his wife just one week ago. However, before the divorce, he applied for mediation but it was unsuccessful because his wife was traumatized that she would be abused again]. “Is there any more info?” [I'm sorry, that man's wife is mute. He is currently being processed by the police. I will take care of it so that he gets the punishment he deserves.”]

After the long hiatus, the skaters needed to regain their edge before facing the "Wall of San Diego." Viktor didn't like the isolation, but he understood the necessity. In a squad where every man was a giant, Viktor was the titan. Standing 6’6” and broad enough to block out the sun, his physical presence dominated the net. With his golden hair and thick beard, the fans called him "The Storm Lord," a title he preferred over the one Lyon Navarro had tried to pin on him years ago.

"You found it already?" "My team had the look-through report forty-eight hours before you received that message from your friend," he said, watching her. "If an abnormal flow of capital in Obsidian City doesn't pass my desk, it’s because it’s too small to be worth my time." She said nothing. "And the van at Dorothea’s school?" "The one ending in V95? It’s registered to a shell shipping company owned by Victor." Dominic’s tone was laced with contempt. "He lost two ships; he’s getting desperate. He’s watching Dorothea to test my limits."

They waited for a second or so before another one joined them. But this doctor wasn’t just anybody, he was Dimitri Vittori. Dimitri was one of the most successful surgeons in the country. In fact, the very hospital they were standing in was his. He was the owner of the other successful branches of the hospital under the name Vittori Health Care. Being 36, he had dedicated his life to saving the lives of other people. He was one of the most respected people in the world.

Standing there was Victor, spreading his undeniable charm; except he was shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist, dangerously low. Oh, what the....

Dorthy interjected, attempting to salvage the situation. "He's just a young man working as a security guard! What's so grand about that?" Vaike retorted. In Vaike's eyes, Logan appeared more and more like a fraudulent individual who had managed to deceive the entire world. Dorthy, or rather Dorothea Arden, was the diplomatic member of their duo. Even she found herself at a loss for words. Could they truly trust Logan at this point? She couldn't say for certain. Vaike was a bundle of ego and pride, but he had the substance to back it up. A master of kickboxing, Vaike possessed both formidable muscles and a wealth of experience in warfare. Moreover, he had encountered numerous martial arts cha

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.

Victor was near a window display, gesturing animatedly while talking to the saleswoman when he saw them approaching. "Victor," she called. He turned in the same instant… and froze. "My God…" He brought his hand to his chest, his eyes widening as he looked Zacky up and down. "You came back. I knew it. This boutique attracts dangerously beautiful men." Dolores cleared her throat, trying to hold back a laugh. "Victor, this is Zacky. Zacky, Victor. He is the brand's creative director." "Creative director, stylist, misunderstood visionary, and sensitive genius," Victor completed, extending his hand.