Betty Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said to him. I was so straightforward because I did not want to have any conversation with anyone at all at the moment. "Good evening, sir, you are the beta, right? I was told that the beta would get back to me as soon as possible. I am so happy to hear from you," he said; he was so amazed to hear my voice. "Alright, I will be waiting for the location," I said to him and hung up the call. Not up to two minutes later, I got the text containing the address and everyone's basic information I needed. I grabbed my car keys and started going to the location.

She looked like a university student who had just left school, and she was about to go out to buy some snacks. Betty only was dared to go out to buy snacks when Bryson was not around. She took his car keys and drove a car out of the garage, and of course, he didn't have bad cars. Betty drove the car very carefully and went straight to the villa's entrance, which was a large shopping mall. After Betty parked her car, she went into the shopping mall to purchase some things. The feeling of pushing a cart and picking out snacks in the shopping mall was extremely refreshing. Be

Chapter 111 Betty set her phone down, screen-side down this time, and looked back at Ravyn with the same open expression she'd had before. No shift in her posture. No flicker of recognition. No change in the quality of her attention. Nothing. "Sorry about that," Betty said, with the breezy ease of someone who'd just checked a grocery reminder or responded to a friend about weekend plans. "Where were we? Dante. You were going to tell me about Dante."

“Have you been in contact with this woman?” I eye him and his fellow officer, before looking down at the picture. And even though my stomach drops, I give little to no reaction. It’s Bella. “I’m not answering any of your questions without my lawyers.” He snatches the picture away. “Right. But you should know, Mr. Knight, that I came here directly out of respect for you. You have less than twenty-four hours to report to the station. If not I will seek out an arrest warrant and this will be an ugly experience for you.”

Someone does not want us to feel anything or be able to link anyone. I held on to my cup and sent for my Beta, William. I needed to have the wine tested for substances. I wanted to be sure. "It's okay, you may go," I told Bianca, and she left reluctantly. She had worry in her eyes, and it was obvious something was troubling her. I would ask her in the morning once the substance is out of my system. Stasia walked up to me in the most revealing outfit ever, and I was angry at what she was trying to do.

Betita asked, "I don't know but I believe your dad will first come" Betty's boss retorted, "Are you sure our mom Is fine?" Benita asked, "There Is nothing wrong with your mom, she's fine" Betty's boss said, "let me get some foodstuff and groceries from the market for this house" she said, and she left the house, The nanny was scared, but she has been warned not to call anyone, and her phone has been taken by Betty's boss, and she promised to get her new phone,

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

I turn my eyes away from her unnaturally. “ Of course. She is Cody, the future Alpha’s slave.” Betty smiles, “ What else do you know about her?” I stare at Betsy coldly. “ I am here to investigate the case on behalf of the Alpha rather than answering your questions.” Betty nods with disdain. “ Fine, sir.” “ Have you seen anything weird among the flowers or the candles?” I get close to Betty and ask. Betty pulls her head backward and tries to keep a distance from me. “ Mind your behaviors, sir. After all, I belong to Bruce, the future Beta.”

Everyone at Bayport High knew I had a weakness for hot guys. Nolan Caldwell was the hottest. I'd been top of my class for years. Then I stopped studying and ditched school for him. We spent all night gaming and hitting clubs. I even let him talk me into skipping the SAT. When someone posted a school poll—[Who would throw away their future for love?]—I won by a landslide. Everyone said I was nuts to tank my future over a guy. I just smiled. "Nolan wants to be part of my future. "Once he's done partying, I'll help him get into Westbridge U." Besides, a month before the SAT, Westbridge was already reviewing my application through a special admissions process. I didn't need an SAT score.

I brace myself for a dozen different scenarios, but absolutely nothing could have prepared me for this. Betty is standing on the other side of the threshold, her knuckles completely white as she tightly grips an aluminum baseball bat. She looks utterly terrified, but her green eyes are blazing with fury. Standing slightly behind her is a tiny blonde woman—Lucy, I presume—gripping a wooden bat of her own. "What are you doing here?" Betty demands, her chest heaving. "I didn't call you." She leans past me, peering frantically down the hallway toward the street.