Agent Carter Dottie Underwood Novels & Stories

he explained looking at the sophisticated woman standing in front of him. "I see and you are?" she replied coldly "I am Inspector General Davis," he replied and led her to the interrogation room. "Okay, Mrs Carter, just for the record where were you on the day of your husband's accident?" he begins "Home," she replied wondering what exactly he was trying to dig. "Did your husband have any enemies?" he asked "I am surprised you are asking this question. He is a public figure of course he has enemies," she replied "Is that why you hired someone to cut his car brakes?" he threw the question at her before he could stop himself

"They were not just random victims. The Carter family had extensive business dealings with both your father and Don Volkov. All three families were connected through multiple ventures. Real estate. Shipping. Import-export. The accident that supposedly killed your parents also killed the entire Carter family." Trevor paused. Took a breath. "Except for one son. Vincent Carter. He was pulled from the wreckage before the cars exploded. Only survivor." "Where is Vincent Carter now?" Grayson asked. "Living on a private estate about forty miles outside the city. Runs a farming operation. Grapes, strawberries, and other crops. He's keeping a low profile. And Boss, there is more." "What?"

“She’s indecisive, but she won’t listen to advice either. Best to stay out of her way unless you want a headache.” Carter gave her a thumbs-up. “Spoken like a true expert. That was spot on.” He leaned over the center console, studying her face closely. “By the way, Sis, you look so much healthier now! This place is really doing wonders for you.” He squinted as if examining her, unconsciously inching closer. “Your complexion’s glowing, and you—ow!” A sudden brake sent Carter crashing into the seat in front of him. He groaned. “Uncle William! What kind of driving was that?!”

“There was one person Maria trusted. Her personal accountant. Carter Reynolds.” Caroline’s stomach twisted. She remembered Carter well. Quiet, reserved, always lingering in the background. The perfect person to keep secrets. “If anyone knows where Sarah is, it’s him,” Caroline said. “We need to find him.” *** Tracking Carter down wasn’t hard. He still operated from his luxury office downtown, pretending nothing had changed. Caroline and Ancelotti walked in, pushing past his secretary without a word. Carter looked up from his desk, his expression turning to panic the moment he saw them.

accompanied by long captions. [Everyone knows about the famous Carter Biggs, and the unforgettable first love of his life—Kelly Walt, who only recently returned from abroad. [But five years ago, Carter shocked everyone by suddenly rushing into marriage. At the time, no one knew why. Only recently has it come to light—he married because of a child. [That woman, of course, was none other than his current wife, McKinzie. [Sources say she used underhanded means to get into Carter's bed, forcefully tearing him away from Kelly and driving Kelly out of the country.

Without a word, she started it and left the small parking lot. David watched her silently as she drove. The urge to touch her was driving him nuts and he played out the idea of her stopping the car so they could make love again played over and over in his head. Yet, he couldn’t ignore how tense she was either. None of his fantasies would ever have a chance of coming to be if she couldn’t be as relaxed as she was with him as she was in New York. At least, she wasn’t indifferent. Perhaps all he needed was to give her time, to show her he wasn’t going to screw her over. They pulled into a small parking lot in front of a little diner. It looked like something out of an old movie. Its shape was a

Mrs. Carter has a driver, he is a tall dark and a scary looking man, and he answers with grunts. He kinds of reminds me of Lurch from the movie Adams Family. He is a nice guy though and apparently has been working with the Carters for a long time. His name is David; he has a small house in the forest and stays there until one of the Carter's calls for him. We sat in the back of the black limo; Jacob was talking to Mrs. Carter.

Carter doesn’t involve his children in the business though, he kept them as far away as possible. “After all we did, how was she able to save herself, I made sure that the drug was in the car and she drove it to their company, I also had one of my trainee deliver a drink that was spiked with drugs to her, she saw to the success of the what I sent her, how on earth did the test came out wrong?” She ranted and Oliver stared at the woman blankly.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

She said to Kevin, “I don’t want Yulia to be exposed.” Kevin stopped the vehicle and said, “I will get out of the car with you. Miss Jarlett, is it? Please drive the car into the underground garage and take the children inside.” “Okay! Old man!” Dolly was thrilled. As a result, she accidentally blurted out the words’ old man.’ Right away, Kevin’s face turned ghastly pale. He coldly swept a glance at Dolly and pushed the car door open to get out of the car.