The Anderson Tapes Novel 소설 & 이야기

Who would have thought that that day would have landed me a private meeting with Mr Anderson, and also thrown me into a huge scandal? As I scrolled through the pictures, the memories of the scene played in my head. It was the night before. After I met with Mr. Anderson, acting CEO of Midas, I phoned Andra and asked her to meet up with me on the first floor of the restaurant where the bar was. I wanted to thank her in person for her assistance in making the deal a reality. But it looked like she wasn't in a good mood, so she drank a lot. When it was time for us to leave, she was tipsy and acted clumsily.

This wasn’t an empty dungeon – this was the cluttered ground of his private quarters, and even if I couldn’t bring my claws out again, I had more to fight with than I’d had last time. I rolled aside and up into a crouch, grabbing the chair from behind the desk and shattering it across Andreas’s back. He went down, snarling, and ripped long lines in the hardwood floor with his claws as he pounced at me. I nearly dodged, but caught his impact against one shoulder. He tried to grab me by the hair as I twisted away and I smacked his arm aside with the jagged remnant of the chair leg. One of the heavy red tapestries hung behind me, richly embroidered with a scene of one of Andreas’s Alpha grandpa

“Told you it was my day, boss.” A minute later my foot connects with his inner thigh and he goes straight to his ass. I give him the “come and get me sign” and things get really interesting. Andreas is young—twenty-six, his file says. I’m thirty-one, but I’ve lived dangerously since the day I was born to a drugged out mother and her abusive child molesting lovers. Andreas came from a good family and would most likely be sitting behind a desk somewhere if his baby sister hadn’t been kidnapped by the cartel. Victor helped get his sister back and Andreas came to the dark side against his parents’ wishes.

Cass felt lightheaded, Why were they saying such nasty things? Mrs. Anderson was wheeled out on a stretcher with a white cloth to cover her body. Suddenly, one of the reporters escaped the police barricade and pulled back the cloth to take pictures. Cass screeched and ran to him, hitting and punching his face while screaming as high as her lungs could carry. The police pried the reporter out of Cass's hands and led her to her car still sobbing with Scar in tow. It had been two days since Mrs Anderson's death and Cass had stayed locked up in her room. Scar and Amanda had not been able to talk her out of coming out.

Noah replayed Jasper's recording in his mind. *Someone died before I could prove it.* The phrasing suddenly felt less stable than it had an hour ago. "You're saying Jasper chose his words carefully." "I'm saying Jasper almost always did." Before Noah could press the point, Andre reached inside his jacket and removed a thin leather notebook. It looked old enough to have survived the company's earliest years, its corners softened by time, the black cover worn smooth from handling. He set it carefully on the table between them but kept one hand resting on it.

“I'm sorry about that. I didn't intend to forget it–” Chuckling, she dropped her eyes into his jeans, basically surveyed his intimate area and said, “Don't worry. I'm Ann–” “The pleasure is all mine, Ann. I'm Anderson.” Shaking hands, Ann held his firm hand firmly, then felt its elegance. With that, she handled back his notebook and said, “I have read your notebook, and I think I have a better erotic novel to keep you busy for your project.” “I'll appreciate it if you help me with it–” he said, his face sparkling with joy.

“Ah, yeah! Of course, I still have.” “Okay! Same address and same time tomorrow. Please deliver it.” The girl gave her the payment for her second purchased and then excused herself. The moment the petite girl disappeared from her sight, Andrea immediately began talking to herself as she spanked her forehead, and said, “Ugh! … stop meddling to their business Andrea, and stop thinking about them.” Her thoughts are really wandering from the things Marcus had mentioned the other day. [Flashback] … “Do… you… know each other?” Andrea asked Miguel, confusingly.

After leaving Agatha, Andrea did not return to the mansion; instead, she drove to the Anderson family's new residence. The Andersons had moved from their old mansion to a luxurious villa on one of the most prestigious streets in Vegas, a testament to Valentine's success with Val. Corp. Upon Andrea's arrival at the Anderson villa, the family butler promptly greeted her and ushered her into the house. In the living room, Andrea found Mrs. Anderson and her daughter Benita, both in tears. Mrs. Anderson had just been released from the hospital and immediately faced the devastating task of identifying her son's body before coming home.

He opened the doors and immediately, those bloodsucking demons ran towards her bombarding her with different questions. ' Mrs Anderson is it true that Michelson Anderson is not Mr Anderson's biological child? ' ' Did you have plans of draining the Anderson family and eloping with your former lover? ' ' Is it true the blissful marriage you pretended to have with Mr Anderson was one of your schemes to.... ' Topaz shut her ears to all those accusations as

Although, Katherine didn't completely choose her as a favorite, she couldn't deny that she was fond of her. Anderson decided to clear his head with a quick drive, knowing what his next action would be if he was to return to the house again. He didn't want to hurt her. Despite the rage eating him within from her betrayal, Anderson didn't want to lose control of himself on her. He started the car and drove off. The end of what started as a drive to regain his sanity, turning into a casualty. "Mr. Riecke?" Anderson's eyes flung open. The first thing he glanced at was below him and he discovered that his belt was now undone, he stopped the stripper from carrying on before turning to his guard wh