Johan Anderson Novels & Stories

'Just remember that the rich people will test you on what kind of person you are, so be wise around you. Suddenly what Manager Nora said to me before came to my mind. So I put it back on top of the mini-refrigerator. I'll just ask Mr. Anderson about what the money's for. But the next morning when I woke up, Mr. Anderson was not around. I went to the garage and one of his five cars was gone. He has left for work already. I hope he's not busy today so he can go home early and so I can tell him the money I found on the mini-fridge. I thought I was just dreaming but when I woke up it was still where I landed last night so it's true.

I nodded, acknowledging his request, "Anything else, sir?" He snorted, settling himself behind his desk, "Yes, stop calling me sir or Mr. Astor. You've lasted as my assistant longer than anyone, bar Katie," his face soured at the mention of her name, lips curling into a snarl, "and you aren't doing any of the stuff she did to keep her job so you've impressed me. Might as well give you the privilege to call me Gunnar." I looked at him with a look of utter astonishment. Did he suddenly see the light inside the bathroom or maybe the ghost of Christmas future approached him?

It was shedrack and one of their shareholders, engrossed in a discussion. "Where did you get this? How did you get it?" John asked. "I had someone followed him, I'm sorry I did it without your order. After what he did the other day, I had to make sure I keep taps on him." John smiled, "It's part of your job, you don't have to be sorry. But isn't this Mr Anderson? I heard father called his name at the meeting." "Yes, that's him, he is one of JC old shareholders with about 60% share, he's been with the company for two years now."

Anderson. "I don't need any documents because I am the rightful owner of PNC." Andrew blurted out, struggling not to clutch his fist. "It says here that you bought PNC group yesterday from its CEO, Phillip Hudson." Mr. Anderson said, looking at Jada. Reality smacked Andrew in the face, and he lashed out loudly without thing, "That backstabbing bastard and you little piece of—"

The Grand Elder continued, “The third move is not to be underestimated. I hope you can withstand it.” His approach had somewhat changed. Before this, he considered Andrius to simply be an early Golden Core stage cultivator and inferior to his grandson, so he looked down on Andrius greatly, wanting to drive him away. However, now that he thought about it... Johan had left the sect many years ago yet was able to reach the Golden Core stage at such a young age, defeat his grandson, and possess such mysterious techniques... This made him develop some affection for Johan. Whoosh!

“He also made me gather suspicious internal files from Anderson Corp—so they could be leaked to the media. He wants to destroy you. He wants the throne for himself.” Harry exhaled sharply. “And you just went along with it?” Mr. Johan let out a bitter laugh. “Because I thought... no one could go against Adam. He plans everything. Knows every weakness. And I was a fool to believe a man hungry for power.” Arabella clenched her fists. Her chest felt tight. This man used to be her father’s trusted ally. Harry gave a nod to the officer nearby. “Take him.” As Mr. Johan was led away, he turned for one last look.

I was sipping a mango juice and it went to the wrong pipe and I chouckedked by the shock I got. “Mom! Are you okay?” came Tony’s voice as he patted my back. “I’m fine baby, eat your food” I manage to speak. They were looking at me with concern. I ruffled their hairs just to assure them that I was really okay. I went back to my phone. What the hell is going on? I know this face anywhere and I’ll never forget it because my kids have the same face. Christian Anderson of Anderson Enterprises. One of the richest people in America. He is a Billionaire. Goodness, I hate rich people. How the hell did I end up sleeping with one and having his babies.

His cheesy words were making me lose my sane mind. "I would be grateful if you accept this. Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. You are new here ,right? But I know you. You are Mr. Walker's daughter. But you don't know me, I'm Andrew Anderson. Future Chairman of the Anderson group of companies. Your father and my father are good friends. I have heard a lot about you from your father. And I was very eager to meet you. Finally, I got the chance to meet you." Placing the plate on the table he forwards his hand for a handshake.

AFTER TWO weeks, Andrius received a call from Mr. Johansson’s secretary. According to Marcy, Mr. Johansson’s secretary, the old man wants him to do something. It’s a portfolio of his pictures. Andrius was surprised by the news that Mr. Johansson had a child. And he wanted to ask Marcy about it, but it seemed like the woman was in a hurry.

He wore a perfectly tailored suit that gave him an air of nobility. He had perfect facial features and stood over 6 feet tall with a muscular, toned body that looked like they carved specifically by the heavens. He looked like a greek god. I was stunned. I had never seen him before, only in pictures. The people surged toward him, forgetting me entirely. “Are you really Jonathan Anderson? As in the Alpha Jonathan Anderson of the Moonshadow pack in Veridale?” “Why come to Asterfell?” “Is Luna Aria truly your shareholder?”