Anthony Reeves 소설 & 이야기

I don't have to run into Anthony, A week past and I was bored, tired of the same Netflix series, my schedule was doing the same stuff over and over again, I couldn't work until Anthony calls the Press conference to address that it's all rumors and we aren't dating, or together. Beep My cellphone lit up beside me, and it was another text message, from the same number, ‘Do you know what's best serve cold? REVENGE! STAY AWAY FROM ANTHONY OR YOU WILL GET HURT'

The world would see it. But no, I had another agenda. I knew Anthony needed her. Landing Harvest Bloom was the one thing that would save his pathetic little rebrand. I smiled as I sipped my drink. I’ve stared down crime lords in basements that reeked of bleach and blood. Sat across from men who kill before they speak. Anthony? He’s a boardroom baby. I could take him out in 5 seconds. But where’s the fun in that?

POV: Selene Castellano Thomas Reeves. That was the name. Thomas Reeves, who had helped them navigate Hale. Who had sent Kofi to sit across from Maya in a coffee shop? And had appeared at every critical moment with exactly the right information at exactly the right time. Thomas Reeves, whose name was on the foundation's donor list for $250,000, gave quietly six months ago through a holding company that Amara had verified as clean. Thomas Reeves had been under federal investigation for eighteen months.

Anthony was a ruthless and cold-blooded person! In the afternoon, Anne lay there thinking. The more she thought about her anxious family members who could not find her, the more anxious she felt. Anne grabbed the phone next to her and dialed Anthony's number. Anthony was having a meeting. Much to his surprise, the phone was connected to the computer, and the screen was being projected onto the screen! As soon as she called, Anthony's fingers had just pressed down on the keyboard, and he answered the phone in front of a dozen high-level executives with the speaker on.

Meyer paused. "In there," she said, gesturing her hand toward the door. Avery’s hand trembled as she knocked softly. "Come in," a deep, raspy voice rumbled through the door. She opened the door slow and cautiously. Anthony sat behind the desk in a wheelchair, dressed in a black shirt and matching denim. His tousled dark hair looked like he has just crawled out of bed after a night of rough sex. His ocean-blue eyes, cold and unreadable, pierced hers.

Alex POV She stormed out after hearing me say I wanted her to become my Luna sooner than later. She almost died.. not because we were attacked but because I sent her out to the person that wanted to kill her. No sign of Henry when we showed up either. I made Ryan search the territory for his body. He had to have skipped out before we showed up. I need to find him, I want him dead. He’s the whole reason she got mixed up in this mess. I can see the pain in her eyes every time I look at her. Since we got her back she hasn’t looked at me nor wanted to touch me. I’ve been sleeping in my office because the cold shoulder in bed kind of sucks. Creed and her have gotten closer than I like. I still do

That’s all that’s in his head. “Oh, sorry, please come in.” Mrs Smith called in a beautiful and gorgeous red-haired girl to the class, she’s tall like a model and has the stunning look of an Angel. “Ohhh she’s cute.” My wolf complimented this girl, he never does that, not even once, not even Ainsley, so what makes her different? “Everyone, this is Justin Reyes, she just transferred here. I expect everyone to be welcoming and nice to her. Kingsley, stay away from her.”

The only thing Anthony could do was to digest it, making a mental note to address her insult after the party. "Anthony! It's good to see you again. We haven't seen each other in a very long time" "That's because you've been making yourself unaccessible to the rest of the world, Mr. Douglas Reeves. It's good to see you too. I heard you clocked sixty-two last week. I wonder how you manage to look sixty" "Please, keep the flatter aside", Mr. Douglas laughed and they clasped hands. Anthony greeted Margaret and gave a light nod to Dalton before facing Sandra Lopez.

“But I think I’m going to go on Friday.” “That’s fine. I guess we should at least talk to some of the people that were recommended.” Helen agreed. “Let me guess, you already have some interviews lined up.” “No, I don’t.” Reese chuckled. “But I have looked over the resumes and there are a few that I like more than the others.” “I like Mark Anthony.” Dean smiled. “Who the hell names their kid Mark Anthony?” The other two joined her in light laughter. “I have a guy on one of my crews whose name is George Washington.” Reese smiled.

Margot knew that Anthony could never really let go of Lena so she agreed and said, "Alright, go pick her up. Remember to talk to her nicely and don't argue." "Alright," Anthony replied. After saying that, Anthony strode out of the living room and stood at the main entrance. Letting out a sigh, Anthony was just about to get in the car as he walked down the stairs when his phone rang again. He picked it up and took a glance at it. It was still a call from his subordinate. Anthony answered the call and asked, "What is it this time?" "Mr. Anthony, the person flying to Amberville is Royce. He is currently in a car heading toward the city center."