Chapter 8 Anita Baker Romane & Geschichten

" So what do you intend to do?" Vera took her cup of wine and twirled it. " The first thing am thinking of is to sell her as a slave. I need money to get lots of things." " Hmm." Anabelle frowned. Suddenly, Anita walked in. " What are you doing here?!" Anabelle instantly stood up and clenched her jaws. " Are you done with your chores?!" Anita felt lightheaded, but she managed to take few steps forward. " H....unger...." She stammered and gestured by putting her hand inside her dry mouth.

Gracie shakes her head saying giving Anita a No reply. “Damn!I really need food now," Anita made straight for the door and headed towards the pastry shop not far from the house. She reaches the pastry shop and gets some bread and hot chocolate for her and her roommate, she makes payment at the cash point. She proceeds to leave the shop, she does a quick thinking and decides to add cake to her order. Gracie might want to nibble on something else much later. Gracie ate a whole lot especially when she worked into the night, she said it helped her think properly if her stomach was peaceful.

I said going past him. The look on Anita's face when she saw me said it all. She was not happy to see her, but the feeling was mutual wasn't it? If I could get my hands on a gun I'd have shot her on the leg though, unlike my brother I wasn't capable of murder. "Anita Baker, you little sneaky bitch, you've tied Blake around your little finger such that he does what you say" "No idea what you're talking about" "You too have been kissing and cuddling behind my back"

she said, standing to answer the door. “He can’t find me here,” I whispered to myself, trying to convince my own trembling hands. When I woke up the next morning, the sound of utensils clattering filled the apartment. My head throbbed slightly. I needed to see my mum. I needed to make sure she and Coin, my cat were okay. “Good morning,” Anita said. She was at the counter, cooking. I hadn’t pegged her as someone who could cook; she gave off more of a spoiled-rich-girl vibe. I guessed I’d judged her wrong.

Even if there were no changes in the situation and even if Phoebe and Bella hadn't appeared, based on Anita's attitude towards her and what she said in the pavilion just now, she wouldn't want Anita to receive such a big surprise after scolding her. Anita quickened her pace, "Hazel, I told you to wait!" Hazel didn't even turn her head and unconsciously quickened her pace, "Sorry, I don't have anything to talk to you about right now." Anita had been a wealthy young lady since she was a child, and later married into the family, living a life of luxury. On ordinary days, if she went out, she either drove herself or was picked up by the family driver. If she had to walk, she really couldn't do i

Finally, Anita decided to get in the car and drive at a moderate speed. *** About 20 minutes later, she had arrived at her destination. Prayoga's office. Anita walked calmly until she accidentally noticed someone there. "Isn't that Atlas? Why is he here?" Anita thought when she saw Atlas. Anita only knew that Atlas was the lawyer her husband had recommended to handle her inheritance case. "Atlas," Anita called out. Atlas looked surprised to see Anita there. He immediately walked over to her. "Mrs. Anita, why are you here so often?" Atlas asked, greeting her.

People she once thought she could trust were now distant, cold, and calculating. One evening, as Rita walked through the hospital corridors, lost in thought, she overheard a conversation between Anita and James. Their voices were low but sharp, and Rita couldn’t help but eavesdrop, her curiosity piqued. She overheard Anita speaking to James about how she had secured a powerful figure to support his business ventures. It was clear that she was manipulating him for her own gain. Anita had never been one to let a crisis go to waste, and she was using James as her ticket to climb the social ladder.

Chapter 39 stm Caterina had just finished making breakfast when she saw Hugo emerging from his bedroom. Her face lit up for a while but it faded as soon as she saw Anita following behind. She was wearing a camisole and shorts that leave nothing to her imagination. She felt a pang of jealousy in her heart. Anita was indeed a gorgeous girl. She pasted the most fake smile on her face as she dished out the breakfast on the table. “Morning Master, Ma’am. The breakfast is ready. I have made breakfast as you asked for. Please have a seat and excuse me, I will be in the kitchen f you need me.” She didn't stop and turned to go to the kitchen as quickly as possible.