Who Killed Phone Guy Novels & Stories

“So... they killed him when we decided to get him out of Hong Kong?” “Don't feel guilty,” Gunner said. “Like I said, they would have killed him anyway. There was nothing you or Kaiden could do to stop this.” “Do you have any good news for us?” Killian interjected, grabbing two plates from the cabinet to put our breakfast. “Well… You mentioned that someone took Yichen's phone. We found it in one of the dead guys' pockets. So maybe they didn't have a chance to tell their boss about who contacted Yichen.”

“Please don’t hurt her. She’s telling the truth.” The sound of another slap filled the air. Evelyn screamed. My body trembled in his grip. “Call her now,” he said, pressing the gun to my forehead. “Or you die. And we will still go after her even if you do.” “She doesn’t have a phone,” Evelyn cried. Right then, my phone slipped from my hand. It hit the floor. The screen lit up showing Jackson calling. The man’s eyes dropped to it. He bent down slowly and picked it up.

I’d love to, but I couldn’t survive without him by my side, just as I couldn’t if anything happened to him. Then, another beep came from my phone. I picked it up to see a message from an anonymous sender. "Sorry I lied to you about who killed your dad. I was coerced into it. Harry’s men arrived just moments after it happened. The real killer was..." "Who?" I yelled to no one. A tap on my shoulder startled me, pulling me back. "Are you alright?" Henry and Harry chorused...

I asked the voice if he was sure my brother was still alive but the voice only asked me if I was sure his diamond was also coming to him, while completely ignoring my question. After the call had ended, I had ordered for those three young looking guys whose voice had matched the voice on the phone last night, in order ro force the truth out of him and to rat out the person he had helped impersonate on the call last night. A few hours later and I got informed that they were only able to find two of those three young looking boys, and thzt the third one was found dead by his mum at the back of their house, with a deep gunshot wound. I didn’t need to be outrightly told that the person who I had

I hit the gas hard. My phone rang. It wasn't Elias. It was an unknown number. I answered. "Who is this?" "Hello, Declan." Julian Krane. "You really should check your passengers for bugs," Julian said. "Especially the pretty ones." "If you touch her," I said, "I will kill you." Julian lau ghed. "You're too late, Alpha. I'm already here." A gunshot echoed through the phone line. Then the call went dead.

I thought and turned my phone off. I used the motel's phone to call my man. "It's me, Matilda," I said. "What is the latest update?" I asked in my usual authoritative voice. I wanted to believe my daughter didn't snitch on me and that it was the guy we sent to do that job at the hospital who had spoken to the police. "Ma'am, as informed, the guy is dead. He killed himself before he could get into the police car. The drug is very potent, so they couldn't save him," I heard the guy say and I knew it was my daughter who snitched on me.

A strong hand snatched the phone away. Iris staggered back, her heart pounding wildly. Standing before her was a tall man dressed in black, his face cold and expressionless. A gun glinted in his hand, catching the dim light. Iris's eyes widened, her mind racing with panic as she realized he must have been the one to strike Derek down. The man didn’t speak. Calmly, he scrolled through Derek’s phone, deleting the recordings with a few swift taps. When he turned the screen to face her, the confirmation of his action was unmistakable.