Anthony's tall figure approached, looking down at her. "How long are you going to lie down like this?" "This is a place you hate. Why are you here?" Anne asked angrily. Anthony sat down beside her, and his eyes fell on the urn on the coffee table. "What do you want to eat?" "I just want you to leave." Anne did not want to see him. Anthony got up, and instead of going out, he went to the kitchen, took out some food, and placed it next to the urn. He forcibly pulled Anne up. "Go away!" Anne struggled. Anthony pressed her against the backrest, approaching her coldly. "I want you to eat!" Anne's breathing was weak, as she had not eaten all day. "Anthony, it was you who killed my mother. It was you! You always thought it was my mother who killed your mother. Now that she's dead, you must be happy, aren't you? Can you stop bothering me?" Her tears rolled down. Anthony's face tensed, and he said, "That's impossible!" He sat down, took the bowl on the coffee table, and fe
Anne met him at a coffee shop not far from Pinnacle Academy. It was close to some public schools. Before she arrived, Lucas was already there. After all, he lived closer to the coffee shop. Lucas chose the spot close to the window, and she could see the scenery outside, which would probably make her feel better. Lucas was very thoughtful. Lucas was stunned when he saw Anne. After sitting down, Anne asked, "Is my face ugly? Do I look like a vampire?" "Ms. Vallois... are you okay?" Lucas asked. The last time they met, Anne was not like this. Anne was already restraining her emotions, but tears welled up in her eyes, and her eyes stung as if there was acid in them. She calmed down and said, "My mother was thrown into the mountains not far from my father's cemetery. By the time I found her, it was already too late." Lucas was shocked, and he did not expect this to happen. His heart felt heavy. "Anne, my condolences..." "Of course, I still have to find the murderer."
"Where did you go shopping?" Leta thought that was a strange question and asked casually, "You also want to go shopping? I usually go to Dingleton Street, the clothes there are cheap but pretty. Several of my colleagues like to buy clothes there." "I know, I've been there before." Hearing what she said, Leta got excited and started talking about clothes and the stores she frequented. Anne listened silently. Leta did not look like a murderer to her. Was Leta faking it? According to what Leta said, Anne could just take a look at the surveillance footage. If what Leta said was true, Leta would have an alibi, and her mother's death would have nothing to do with her. Since Leta had to go to class, she left after drinking a cup of coffee. Anne looked at the time. "I need to go back." "I'll walk you there." "No, I want to take a walk by myself." Knowing that she was in a bad mood, Lucas did not insist. "Call me if you need anything. I'll be there anytime." Anne nodded
"What are you doing?" Anne was startled. "You'll know later!" No matter how Anne struggled, her strength was no use against Anthony. Entering the room, she was thrown directly on the bed. "Ah!" Anne was stunned, looking at Anthony, who was approaching her, exuding danger and hostility, and realized what he was going to do. She trembled with fright. "Anthony, how dare you..." Anthony did not say much as he rushed over. "Ah! Anthony... argh!" Anne's screams were blocked by his lips. She could not believe that Anthony would do this to her! Her mother's murderer was not found! Why was he so cruel? No matter how much she struggled and how much she cried, Anthony would not stop. "No...don't do this to me, Mom..." Anne cried bitterly, tears and sweat streaming down her face. Anthony did not let her go. After he finished, Anthony left without looking back. Anne was lying on the bed. The corners of her closed eyes were full of tears. She hated it when he did that..
"In the end, no matter what heights a person achieves, the only thing that matters is how long the person ages. Maybe she took something that wasn't supposed to be hers, so she died early," Dorothy said. "I heard from Anthony that she bled to death in the mountains. If you had found her earlier, she wouldn't have died, right? It seems that when Sarah disappeared, you were in the Royal Mansion," Bianca mentioned. "She doesn't care about her own mother. She only cares about herself! This is what happens when you seduce another man!" Dorothy sneered. "I'll tear your mouth apart!" Anne was so angry that she was shaking all over. "Getting salty over us, are you? Are we not allowed to state the facts? If you keep on seducing Anthony, you're going to be next!" Dorothy looked arrogant. Bianca took two steps forward, her eyes glowing viciously. "In my opinion, she brings disaster to anyone around her." Dorothy nodded. "That's right! Look, her former uncles and aunts are all dead, an
Dorothy wanted Anne to die, so not only did she not let go, but she also increased her strength with a grim expression on her face. Ashlynn hit Dorothy in her ribs, and Dorothy let go. Her ribs hurt so much that she grimaced. "Who are you!" "Ms. Vallois, are you okay?" Ashlynn pulled Anne up. Dorothy and Bianca recognized Ashlynn and knew that she was initially Anne's assistant but later left the company for some unknown reason. Seeing Ashlynn's back turned on her, Bianca picked up the vase next to her and was about to throw it. Anne was startled. "Be careful!" Ashlynn's eyes flashed sharply. She stepped sideways and, at the same time, hooked her foot on Bianca's ankle. Bianca, who was holding the vase, fell forward. "Ah!" The vase shattered. The fragments cut Bianca's face, "Ah!" "Bianca!" Dorothy hurried to help her daughter. After helping her up, she noticed a long wound on Bianca's face, with blood flowing from it. "Blood...blood..." Bianca touched the wetness
After dinner, at the door, Ashlynn said to Corentin, "I want to stay here with Anne, is that okay?" Corentin glanced at Anne, and he said, "You don't need to. Anne, call me if you need anything. I will be in Luton these next two days." "Okay." Anne looked at Corentin's hand on Ashlynn's shoulder. It looked less like an intimate show of affection and more like a restraint. "Uncle, be nice to Ashlynn." Corentin said, "No one treats her better than me." Ashlynn did not refute him and comforted Anne, "Rest early. I will come to see you tomorrow." "Come here if you have nothing to do." Anne watched the car leave without going back to the house and walked out of the mansion. She sat on the steps in a daze, staring into the distance. She was left alone in such a big house. When she returned home, no one would be waiting for her at home and cook for her. Anne rubbed her eyes, stood up, and went into the house. Her feet had no strength; her waist was still sore, and her wh
He looked like a devil instead of a human. Anthony sat down on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl of soup in his hand and watching her frightened reaction, and tried to become more amicable. "Eat something." Anne did not understand why Anthony was there. Why was he feeding her? She could not forget what he did to her yesterday. "Yesterday was my fault. I apologize." Anthony raised his dark eyes and stared at her. Anne was stunned. Anthony was apologizing to her? He had never done this before. He was apologizing instead of accusing her of visiting Lucas? This made her feel extremely uneasy. "Come here." Anthony patted the bed. Anne glanced at him and the food in the bowl, thought for a while, and then slowly moved over. She reached for the bowl. "I'll eat by myself..." Anthony did not let her take it. "Sit down." He wanted to feed her himself. Anne knew that she could not resist, so she obediently leaned against the bed. The food in the spoon was fed to her mo