The Anderson Tapes Novel Novels & Stories

The Andersons are very rich, filthy rich and their business is worldwide. “We are here, ma’am,” Tom said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Thank you, Tom,” I said, coming out of the car. I closed the car door and stood in front of the flashy skyscraper. Anderson’s Co-operation was written on it. I entered the company and went straight to the elevator. A lot of the employees knows me as my face was on the news a lot so they didn’t bother to stop me. I entered the elevator and pressed the 15th floor, which is where Everett’s office is.

We still didn’t know what Anders’ end goal was, but we had a good idea of what he was currently working toward. I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and towel dried my hair as headed toward my home office where Max was going through my files on Anders and the prince. He had made himself at home, snacking on a bag of chips and drinking a beer. I shook my head as I joined him. “See anything I missed?” I asked. “Not yet,” he said. “What are all these articles about missing humans?”

Mary Davies I felt like I was dreaming, Hawk Andrews remembers me. I feel so happy and relieved, it was as if a great burden was lifted off my shoulders. After trying my best to avoid the older Mr Andrews, even though I was thirsty, I didn't leave the room, not until he was gone. But by the time I came back to my room after getting water, my two books were missing from my bed. My journal and the novel I was working on. I didn't waste time in heading over to Hawk's room, because I could only think of him as the one who took it. And here I was now.

I was lying in the hospital bed, an IV needle still inserted in my hand: "I feel like there are some things I need to clarify. "I don't know if everyone will misunderstand Adrian after this video goes out. "But, he is a very good person. I grew up with him; I know this clearly. "After coming back from that concert, there have been continuous transfers from an anonymous person into my account. "I know it's him." I brought out the records; every single one was a seven or eight-figure transfer. I smiled at the camera:

"Let’s starve him and see if he opens up. Somehow, I feel those gunshots were meant to harm me. Anderson hasn’t even come out to say a word to the media; he’s been invited but is avoiding them." "Nothing makes sense, the way the car broke down, the wait, how Anderson showed up and delayed you by the road. Nothing makes sense." Jasper replied. I believed him; this must be his instinct talking, and I have never doubted him when it comes to serious matters. I just hope Anderson has nothing to do with the gunshots. If he does, I won’t just cause him pain; I will make sure to ruin his company. I got into the car while Jasper drove me back to the office. I had some work to review before fixing a d

" He went to where he kept his laptop, turned it on, and was able to restore all the data from his now useless phone. He inserted his sim into another phone and threw the old one in the trash. Afterward, he went through the pictures on the new phone and saw the pictures Melody took of herself and Julius. He forwarded them to Soldier, and said, "They're a couple. Right now, the information I need is concerning the girl: Melody. I want to know every single thing about her, from when she was a baby, every piece of information you can find. If she has messed with my phone, then she has a lot of explaining to do." After this, Andre dismissed all the underlings from his room and went into the bath

Suit rolled his eyes at the figure of Anderson walking into his room. Anderson got into his car and made a few rounds around town. Since things had turned out the way it had, Anderson wanted to clear his head a little. He was hoping to come up with a few plans that could help him. He was contemplating on killing Jarred. That did not seem like too bad of a plan, but the problem was Jarred rarely left the office, and the office was surrounded with cameras and guards. Anderson did not mind the guards. He believed he could take them out. The problem was the cameras. He did not have the expertise to take them out without alerting his enemy of something being wrong.

‘’Come now and let me make you happy "Miss Franchester drags him up to their bedroom and in no time moans and deep breathing could be heard coming from there. They were both souls who matched their goals. Franchester was ready to give it all to Luna and so was Mr Anderson. For his quest, he has not only lost his fated mate but also his daughter. There was nothing left to lose. ‘’I will quickly send a reply to the snowfall pack and we will wait on their reply’’ Mr Anderson tells Miss Franchester to get up from the bed. He went straight for his home office, passing through the bedroom of Sofia which was slightly open. He could not resist the urge to walk in. Everything was gone, just furniture

“Aaron Sinclair is powerful. Respected. Untouchable. Until the public starts wondering whether he can even hold his own family together.” “You’re sick.” “Probably,” she replied. “But effective.” I shoved the folder back. “I won’t do this.” Andrea’s expression didn’t change. She placed her phone on the table, turned it toward me. A video. Iris, sitting on the floor, surrounded by toys I didn’t recognize. Humming softly, braiding a doll’s hair. Normal. Alive. Unharmed. Something inside me cracked open. “Do exactly what I say, Venus,” Andrea said gently, “and we’ll all get what we want.”

Carlos responded. Okay, Scot Anderson, she thought to herself. You have my fucking attention. BOOK 2 OF “FALLING FOR THE BILLIONAIRE’S REVENGE TRAP” WILL REVOLVE AROUND SCOT ANDERSON AND CATALINA VEGA AND IT WILL BE UPLOADED SOON. ANOTHER WILD RIDE, DEAR READERS XOXO