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.
He took out his phone to check. His lips curled up cruelly.
His big figure turned away. "Go!"
Anthony went inside the car, and the car left the mansion.
Sarah and Ron went back to the dining room. Anne was not there, and even her cutleries disappeared...
Meanwhile, Anne was running away by a trail on the mountain behind the mansion. She tossed her cutleries into the woods!
Her heart was in her throat!
She ran away when she sensed that something was wrong
She knew she must not leave the cutleries on the table.
“Argh!” She panicked and fell. She rolled off the hill and crawled to the side of the road. A car passed by, and she quickly signaled for help.
The driver was shocked and quickly stopped.
Anne opened the door. “Sorry, can you give me a ride? I have urgent business! I can pay you!"
The driver saw how beautiful and clean she was. He felt like protecting her. “Don’t worry. Where are you off to?”
Anne told him the address, it was not far from where the driver was heading, and they left.
The car drove on the road, and Anne still felt unsettled.
How did Anthony get to the Marwood Mansion? Was he stalking her?
It seemed that he got here not long after her!
As long as Anthony did not catch her, it was fine...
The driver was kind, so he insisted on sending her to her door.
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?”