Mr Anonymous 소설 & 이야기

Lois asked again. "Mum, we all saw his covered up face; but I didn't really pay attention to that guy. Is he someone we know?" asked Mason. "You said earlier that he reminded you of someone we know, honey. Do you have an idea?" asked Dave. "I asked Irene just now who that person was; and she said he called himself Mr. C." said Lois. "Mr. C? Well, it looks like this guy wants to be anonymous. Do you have a theory on who he is?" Mason asked his mother.

Or maybe the lights were so dimmed to allow me to take a clear image. Once I was done talking to Leo, a message buzzed. It was the anonymous guy from WowFood. Anonymous: It's ready. Should I send it to you? Me: No. I will instruct you on what to do when it's time. That got me thinking of the arrested girl. She was the topic of my conversation with this WowFood guy. I have been working with the guy for a year and never met him. His work always revolved around running some errands. And because I did not want him to know I was Mister CO, I did not show my face to him. He did not know me either, but his jobs were to perfection.

He read the name written in bold out loud in question. Opening a new tab, he put his research skills to work. There were too many profiles that popped up under the name but one look at the brief information sent alongside their new mission, it was easy to find their next target. An old man who was in his late seventies popped up and Rod was not all too surprised about that.

Usal ng lalaki sa gitna. “And you are?” The guy chuckled lowly, “my apologies. Where are my manners?” Para akong hinugutan ng hininga nang hubarin niya ang suot na maskara. “I am Knythe Damien Aviar. The founder of Anonymous.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

The pain of betrayal surges through me, making it hard to focus. I deliberately waited in my office, trying to gather my strength. Three minutes later, a staff member and Mr. Grayson come to my office. “Hello, Miss Becky,” Grayson said . “The meeting is about to start, but there is an order from an anonymous source that says you must be present before it begins.” The word "anonymous" strikes my mind, ringing faintly but persistently. Where have I recently heard that name? My thoughts race as I stand up, trying to piece it together.

And that was exactly what I needed right now, something to keep me busy and sane. I stripped down to my red lace, putting on my shimmering oil as I laid in the bed with my mask on. Settling in as I opened my laptop and it was a mail, someone with the profile “Anonymous Beast.” He was new, I could tell, my fans never go through all this shenanigans of using funny names like this. But I didn't pry. Rather I started chatting, laughing as I got tipped without doing anything. He was silent, watching. I could tell from his camera. But he didn't say anything or request for anything!

He was staring at Aana who was coming out of a room with a bouquet in her hand. "Aana, he is Mr. Aaron the CEO of Aa international company and one of the top billionaires of INDIA. he is the owner of this NGO" One of the ladies introduced Aaron to Aana unaware of their connection. She was so shocked to see Aaron in front of her. The next thing that happened shook both me and Aaron. She went unconscious. Thankfully Aaron held her before she would have fallen.

I look at my suddenly quiet friends, “Can all of you get out for a moment, please?” I didn't have to repeat myself. For my friends immediately got on their feet and left my office with only the noise of their high heels. “Anonymous client, you say?” I stand up and walk to my swivel chair, and Rina takes it as a sign to approach me on my table. “Yes, ma'am. Anonymous. He contacted us via email and he wants to speak with you concerning his order.” Rina hands me the tablet she's been holding, and she shows me the email she received. “He's willing to pay millions, ma'am. Just for his order.” He? So, it's a man? This anonymous man is ordering an engagement ring for a woman? Or maybe I'm wrong?

Dan’s POV “We have a problem!” Mark told me over the phone. He was formerly known as Anonymous to me before I got to know his true identity. I heaved a sigh now. “You have never called me for something good. It is always a problem. This must be what made my father age so quickly and even fall sick. Some rest and peace would have been so helpful…” I told him carefully over the phone.

Tell me who he is, and I swear I'll treat his fuck up personally. I stared at the screen, waiting eagerly as the three typing dots flashed. [(310) 555-0149]: Give me a name, baby. I promise you, I’m going to teach your stepbrother a lesson he’ll never forget.