Andy Evans Speak Novels & Stories

Evans pleaded patiently with me. "Scoffs, you still feel the law applies rightly all the time and justice must always be duly served, come on Evans, forget all the legality and formalities, I understand your stand as a legal practitioner on this case but let's get this over with, I've made up my mind already, goodbye," I responded swiftly to Evans before hanging up on her.

"Okay, we are not friends but we love the same woman." "That doesn't mean I have to casually talk with you… That's not a good reason!" said Ray sounding firm. ."Now tell me, what do you want?" Evans sighed, then changed his position to sit and leaned against the head of the bed. "I said I just wanted to talk casually because we love the same woman ... And we have the same fate," he said. "What do you mean?"

Evan stumbled back but managed to stay on his feet. Alex looked at me as if just realizing I was on the ground. “Why are you down there?” I shook my head knowing it was no use replying to that. I stood up by myself. “What are you doing here?” “You said we needed to talk.” “Oh trouble in paradise.” Evan muttered in a sing-song tone. I sent a flat smile, “If you want to live, get out.” Evan raised his hands in defeat, walking out the door. Just as he disappeared he shouted. “Ya going to do the nasty!”

“What—” “It’s just… even more confusing.” Evan took a deep breath, his eyes meeting her worried gaze. “Look, I can’t tell you everything yet,” he said softly. “But they’re alive, Millie. All of them. I swear to you. I didn’t shoot to kill—just to stop them. And Ethan’s very much alive.”

He rubbed his knees, which were starting to ache. Antony made a call, as did Duncan. An hour later, they were on their way to Evans' place. The man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and boxer shorts. He welcomed them casually as if he had no worries at all. "I knew you'd finally come," he said flatly. Evans gestured for his guests to sit. He himself sat down without intending to offer drinks, even just as a formality. "What do you want to know?" he asked directly.

“I promise.” “Then why are you here?” Evans takes a small step back and runs a hand down his worn face. “Because I want to help you.” I slowly turn my gaze to Caius whose expression is dripping with disdain. He raises his brow slightly, his face silently asking if I can believe the nerve of this guy. If I wasn’t so rattled with nerves I might laugh instead I take a step back and nod for him to explain further. Evans adjusts the small backpack around his shoulders and sways slightly beneath his weight.

"But how could you be so careless. Knowing you're asthmatic, your inhaler should be with you all the time, even when you're having sex!" My hand moves to my mouth in shame when I realize what I just spill out. I have this flaw of always speaking without thinking. Evans doesn't bother making a sarcastic comeback because his tongue is out this time, quit pale blue too, as he repeatedly hits his chest with his eyes creasing right into their sockets and his body unendingly shuddering.

we waited,just then Evans walked in all alone. ' I am Evans Wilson, the owner of the best security agency in the world, the owner of all Wilson worlds enterprises the owner of Evans homes and the owner of wilevan oils and gas' he said.we all looked astonished, ' waoh,what is Evans doing in my house,what a great privilege' alex said as he went to shake hands with him.but was affix in his front ' why do I feel you are familiar. Your physical statue look like my dad' Alex said.

I didn't want to share that cute smile with anyone. My phone rang again and I knew it was Evans. I covered Andrew with a thick cloth before going outside. I couldn't risk letting him catch a cold. I opened the door and invited him in. "Thank you." He breathed as he sat down. "I have a confession to make." My heart pounded in my chest as those words escaped his mouth. Oh God! "As you know, I don't beat about the bush. I go straight forward without shame." "Alright, I'm listening," I said with great composure, much to my surprise.

Still, she hoped that Evan would be different from the others. As expected, Evan responded, "Oh? Is there a written rule in this company about that? Could you show me the rules, please?” No one could answer the question. Silence filled the room. "Well then, even if there is such a rule, I hereby abolish it. Everyone has the right to speak up,” Evan declared firmly. He was a strong advocate for freedom of speech. “You may begin, Miss Grace." Grace felt a satisfied smile creeping onto her face. She imagined herself as a sheep being protected from a pack of ferocious wolves. However, displaying her emotions might lead to unnecessary conflict, so she simply nodded and stood up from her seat.