Chapter 24 When she turned on the phone, the phone rang.
It was Sarah
Anne answered, “Aunt...”
“Anne, how are you? Are you okay? Did Anthony catch you? I dared not to call you.”
“I'm back. I'm fine.”
Sarah said, “That's good. Anthony is unpredictable. He would go back to the Marwood Mansion in order to catch you. I thought he would never show up here again.”
Anne lowered her eyes. Was there a place in Luton that he would not go to? If he wanted to extinguish the Marwood Mansion, it would be like him killing an ant...
"Anne, don't worry. I will try my best to save you.”
“I will do it myself...”
"Even so, I have to help you. I won't let you get bullied by him!"
Anne went to the living room after making the call. Ron was sitting there with a frown.
“I can't believe that Anthony has not given up on Anne. It's all my fault,” Ron apologized to his wife. “It's not your fault. Who can stop him? Also, he’s your son, and he won't go too far.” Sarah had a thought and said, “I'm thinking,
why not find him a woman so that he is preoccupied?”
"A woman?"
“Do you remember the daughter of the Grainger family, Michelle Grainger?”
“The one who's a celebrity now?”
“Yeah! I saw her on the street a few months ago. She even asked me about Anthony. Back then, we hadn't seen Anthony for a long time. When I told her I didn't know where he was, she seemed disappointed! Michelle must have liked Anthony!”
“Really?”
“You don't trust my instinct ?” Sarah said with confidence, “She is two years older than Anne. She used to come to our place for Anthony. She probably liked him back then.”
“If that's the case, it's not too bad,” Ron agreed.
Today, the Aesthetic Clinic was different from other days
Michelle brought her assistant and some reporters to the clinic. They came in a group.
When Anne, standing among the nurses, saw Michelle, she paused but resumed her work.
Inside the office of the clinic...
“Doctor Carlson, help me check and see if my nose is natural or fake, even to the slightest. Come on here, when Dr. Carlson is examining, make sure the camera zooms in in case those women think that my face is unnatural,” Michelle instructed her
assistant and reporters.
One of them held a camera, and another held a phone pointing at Michelle.
When Michelle sat down, the doctor examined her face from her eyebrows, jaw, and nose.
“No surgery was performed on your face, not even to the slightest,” Dr. Carlson concluded with a smile.
Michelle smiled gratefully and said, “Dr. Carlson, thank you so much. I'm glad.”
“You're welcome.”
Michelle turned over, and her smile vanished. “That's it. Prepare the clip and post it online.”
The reporters and her assistant packed up, and they left.
The sky darkened as Anne walked out of the clinic. A burgundy colored car stopped by her.
The window rolled down, and Michelle's exquisite face was seen.
“I can't believe it's actually you,” Michelle said.
She noticed Anne when she first walked in.
Seeing that Anne did not speak, Michelle said, “Come in? Let's chat.”
Anne did not know what to say to her, and she was unwilling to get in.
"Anne, we're not strangers? We used to play together. Also,
someone will see my car here and assume I'm doing procedures in this clinic.”