Chapter 22
“Who is it?” Ron walked over and saw Anthony, his son, who had not returned since he had severed ties with them. “Anthony?”
The bodyguards rushed inside forcefully. They were so powerful and almost knocked over Sarah, who was by the door.
Luckily Ron caught her quickly.
“Anthony, what are you doing?” Ron asked.
Anthony was cold, and he ignored them, so he walked in.
The mansion looked the same, though he did not see his prey.
He walked into the dining hall.
The table had dishes all over but only with two sets of cutleries.
The bodyguard who had searched all over came back and reported, “Mr. Marwood, empty.”
Anthony narrowed his sharp and dangerous eyes.
to check. His
big figure
went inside the car, and the car left
Ron went back to the dining room. Anne was not there, and even her cutleries
away by a trail on the mountain behind the mansion. She tossed her cutleries into
heart was
when she sensed that something
must not leave
off the hill and crawled to the side of the road. A car passed by, and
was shocked and
me a ride? I have urgent business!
saw how beautiful and clean she was. He felt like protecting her. “Don’t
it was not far from where
on the road, and Anne still
the
seemed that he got here
long as Anthony did not catch her,
was kind, so he insisted
Anne would have grown suspicious of him if he had not followed the path home.
“Just there, in front…” Anne looked out the window. When he saw another car that turned into the area, her head buzzed. She
pestered the driver. “Don’t stop! Keep driving!”
The driver asked, “Not here?”
“Yeah, here. Drive to the back door.”
Anne then rushed out of the car and ran to her apartment from the back.
She saw Anthony going into the apartment. The lift went to the sixth floor, and the lift door opened.
Anthony walked out coldly toward an apartment. He seemed to know the way.
He did not even bother knocking on the door. He raised his leg and gave a good kick…
The door was smashed open.
“Argh!?” Anne cried out in shock, standing by the door. She looked at the big figure in front of her. “Why… why do you kick my door?” Anthony glared at her and barked, “Where have you been?”