Agent Carter Dottie Underwood Novels & Stories

"Agent Camille." "Ms. Jones." Her voice was clipped. Professional. But I caught something else underneath. Uncertainty. "I hope I'm not interrupting." "I just finished testifying." "I know. I watched on C-SPAN." A pause. "You did well." "Thank you." I shifted in the SUV seat. Through the tinted windows, I watched Washington slip past. "What can I do for you?" "It's about Allen Carter." My stomach dropped. "What about him?"

She stretched out her hand and was about to take it when a hand on the side reached out and took away the pipe first. "Hey, thud pipe is good. Old master Coke will definitely like it" Dorothy looked at the pipe. She was about to ask the salesperson to wrap it up when she looked up and saw Hailey in front of her. She was so shocked that she widened her eyes. "Why are you here?" Hailey remembered that Face. Once she went to a gathering with Nadine and the others. Dorothy seemed to be with Tiffany. She was Tiffany's littles sidekick. Currently, the Carter family was going back to worse. Besides, the Zabel cooperation was led by the Carter corporation, gaining benefits from there. Hence, the Zab

Patty’s mind had wandered as she rode in the backseat of Williamson’s four-door truck. For a year, she had been in love with Goldman. During that year, Carter had figured it out. He had confronted her. She had denied it to him for months until she had gotten tired of it and confessed. Carter was a sweetheart; he wasn’t going to say anything. He was very understanding and supported her decision to stay quiet.

Let’s see how well he does under fire. Lucas’s POV By the next morning, I had everything I needed. Her company’s contracts. Her private security files. Her real estate holdings. Offshore accounts. Even the names of the elite schools she’d quietly donated to. One of them had a record under the name “D. Carter.” A child. That name lit my blood on fire. I stared at the document on my desk, my breath caught somewhere between rage and disbelief. D. Carter. A child. Age: Five.

“What? Do you mean she’s daughter of Charles Carter, the CEO of Waylon Realty?” Dorothy ran a construction materials business and 70% of the Assex family’s income came from Waylon Realty. Hence, there was no way that she did not know Charles. However, Charles never heard about her. At the moment, feeling shocked, she was bereft of speech and could only stare blankly at Zoey Carter. As Zoey looked back at Dorothy, she asked softly, “Are you Uncle Rockefeller’s wife? Haven’t you both already divorced?”

He looked forward to watching that one again to confirm that number. Then there was one called Carol's Wedding. He didn't recognize this one... but it was definitely Dottie's writing on the tape. It made him wonder whether it was just his daughter (Sheila's Mother) getting married, or perhaps but unlikely, something naughtier. The last video he did remember. It was simply called Dottie's 50th. This title worked on two levels. One: it was her fiftieth birthday. Two: she took fifty different dicks and their loads in all three of her holes. Fifty-one if he included himself... twice... one before the massive gangbang, and a second one after all fifty men had unloaded and left.

"Give that back!" She stumbled back dramatically. "Security! This lunatic is about to get violent!" A man in uniform pressed down on my shoulder. Carla toyed with her car keys, the Porsche emblem glaringly bright. "That's the tragedy of being poor. All you have left is fantasizing about another woman's husband," she said with a sigh. " Outside the glass door, Dad's assistant walked by carrying documents and bowed to Carla. "Mrs. Tuttle, Mr. Tuttle wants you to pick the color for your new car."

After seeing him off, Harriet went back to the bedroom to change her clothes. She was going to find Justin and ask about her mother. After changing into a simple outfit, Harriet made her way to the underground garage. There were various luxury cars and sports cars. As Harriet entered the garage, memories flooded her mind. Although Delbert had also become the president of Carlson Group in his previous life, he was not someone who liked to collect luxury cars. These cars were all bought by him when she first married into the Carlson family, and he told her to tell him what she wanted.

"Oh, so you share no ties with Ms. Ravelle? In that case, ma'am, you'd do well to watch your words." Carter finally spoke. "It's quite late. Don't you think just barging into someone's home like this is inappropriate?" He could tell that the luxury cars parked outside weren't ordinary. After all, they all had Draventh license plates. Carter brushed past Anthony and stepped outside. He said, "Mr. Snider." Rhea snapped out of it, her back still turned to him. George subtly stepped in front of her, shielding her from Carter's view. He looked at Carter and said, "Mr. Jamison, you seem to be in quite the mood."

I know that she’s probably taken aback by how strongly I’m reacting to this but I need her to back off right now and quit looking at me so intensely before I lash out at her too. “Carter,” Dad begins, leaning forward. “Where were you shot?” Carter’s blood stains the seats of his car but he doesn’t seem to mind. Quietly, Carter begins to take off his jacket. I hurry to assist him, my chest caving at the way he hisses and grunts all through the process. With his jacket off, he’s left in his white shirt and the entire left hand is drenched with blood. Elaine gasps and my stomach bottoms out and I collapse onto my seat.