Chapter 284
Chapter 284
“Let’s start with what we know about Joey’s job.” Herman spoke bluntly, “There’s no way Joey got to
where he is today without getting his hands dirty. We just need to find the evidence to put him behind
bars. But whether Gianna can pull this off, that’s another story.”
A spark ignited in Anastasia’s eyes, “Joey’s such a greedy sleazebag, there’s gotta be some skeletons
in his closet. Just look at his ie and his lifestyle, it doesn’t add up. He’s been sshing cash on
his mistresses for years, there must be some other ie we don’t know about. Otherwise, Gianna
couldn’t have been in the dark for so long.”
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“You’re sharp.” Herman affectionately touched Anastasia’s nose, “The path is clear now. It’s up to
Gianna to make the next move.”
Anastasia hugged his neck with a smile, “Herman, I didn’t realize you had such a sneaky side.”
“That’s called being cunning,” Herman corrected, pulling her onto hisp, “Different strokes for different
folks.”
“People always say programmers are rigid, unromantic, and one-track minded. Howe you’re
different?” Anastasia nced at the top of his head, “And with such a thick head of hair, it almost feels
like your sry isn’t worth it.”
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Herman smiled softly, “That’s because your husband is smart.”
Anastasiaughed, “I think so too.”
Seeing her in a good mood, Herman took the opportunity to ask, “Anastasia, thepany’s 8th
anniversary is next month. Would you like toe with me? I have a surprise for you.”
“What kind of surprise?” Anastasia was excited.
“Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” Herman’s tone was slightly solemn as he tidied
up her hair for her. “It’s time you got to know me fully.”
“Now you’ve got me curious,” Anastasia wrapped her arms around his neck,ughing, “What secrets
could you possibly have? I’ve seen it all, even the birthmark on your butt.”
Herman: “You little rascal.”
Herman pinched her waist, “Are you asking for trouble?”
His actions were yful, Anastasia wasughing heartily, and casually replied, “And how would you do
that?”
As soon as she finished her sentence, Anastasia blushed. Somehow, their rtionship had evolved to
a point where they could make dirty jokes anytime. Both realized this. Herman alsoughed and
yfully pinned Anastasia under him, “You’ll find out soon.”
Their intimate actions were audible in the house due to the poor soundproofing. Gianna, who got up in
the middle of the night, could still hear soundsing from the master bedroom. These sounds made
Gianna feel a bit envious. Despite being married to Joey for so long, she had never truly been happy.
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Herman was tall, handsome, and tenderly affectionate towards Anastasia a sight to make anyone
green with envy.
Back in her room, Gianna reyed the sounds in her mind, unintentionally envisioning some adult-only
scenes.
The next day.
Anastasia was up early making breakfast, and Herman was helping her
As Gianna stepped out of the bedroom, she saw the coupleughing and chatting intimately in the
kitchen, feeling a pang of envy.
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Herman was dressed in a white sports shirt and dark grey joggers, looking incredibly casual and
dashing, with an air of an aristocrat. Gianna was mesmerized. The sounds fromst night resurfaced in
her mind, stirring upplex feelings within her.
Anastasia noticed Gianna and cheerfully eximed, “You’re awake! Breakfast’s ready.
“Uh-huh.” Giannaplimented, “You two are really sweet.”
Anastasia gave Herman a loving nce, smiling as she brought out the pancakes. Herman followed
with a bowl of cereals.
The breakfast spread was rich, with fried eggs, sausages, and coffee.
“Anastasia, did you make all of this?” Gianna asked.
“We made them together, Anastasia smiled, “Go ahead. Try his cooking.”
Gianna nced at Herman, “I never thought you could cook. Joey never does any chores; all he knows
is how to eat.” Compared to Herman, the perfect man, Joey
couldn’t hold a candle.
Herman politely served a bowl of cereals to Gianna but didn’t say much. When it came to women,
aside from his wife and mother, he didn’t show much emotional fluctuation towards them.